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Sam and Dean barely came to complete stops before trapping her between them into such a tight hug Morgan couldn't breathe for a moment, but, as soon as she inhaled their scents, more tears poured down her cheeks. Her fingers twisted into their flannels, afraid if she let go she'd never be able to grab hold again.
They loosened their grips after a minute and Morgan raised her head, sniffling as Dean wiped his thumbs under her eyes.
"Is Dad," she let her question fade away, sure she already knew the answer.
"He went back," Dean nodded.
"You okay?" she saw tears in Sam's eyes when his hard sniffle caught her attention.
Sam scoffed, "Better than ever," and pulled Morgan close again, planting a kiss on her hair.
"Are you okay?" Dean asked.
"I think, yeah," she held her arms out as if a physical inspection was proof, but a familiar pang brought a hand to her stomach, "I'm starving."
Sam and Dean chuckled and took a step back, revealing Claire and Bryan waiting tentatively at the bottom of the stairs. Morgan pushed passed her brothers with hurried strides towards her friends and they engulfed her between them.
"I'm so glad you're okay," Claire sighed shakily.
Bryan said nothing, but held her tight until a hard throat clear encouraged his grip to release.
"Let's get you some food," Dean jerked his head, taking a step towards the kitchen.
"Hold on," Morgan said, turning her gaze around to all of them, Cas joined the group at the bottom of the stairs and she continued, "I saw something on my way back."
"What?" Sam asked.
"Dagon and Julian," she said, feeling Bryan stiffen beside her, "it was really quick, like I caught a glimpse, maybe 'cause he was the last thing I looked in on, I don't know, but-"
"We're not gonna worry about this right now," Dean said firmly, "You're gonna eat and relax, I don't even want you thinkin' about those-"
"It's not up to you," Morgan said simply and silence settled in the open room.
"Excuse me?" Dean's gaze hardened after he managed to stop gaping at his sister.
"It's not," she repeated, "It's not up to me either. We can't make this go away by ignoring it. I messed up, I held on too long and wasn't prepared for what happened, I admit it, I'm sorry and I am happy to have that conversation with both of you, but right now, I have fresh images of where the main big bad is taking the secondary big bad she has hostage. Don't let your concern for me cloud your judgement about the job, Dean."
Sam looked like he was afraid to glance at their brother, but Morgan held Dean's icy gaze with matched determination.
"Is there any reason you can't relay this information at the kitchen table?" Dean finally growled.
Morgan stifled a scoff and shook her head, "Not at all."
"Good, 'cause there's somethin' I'd like to discuss with you 'n freeloader over there," Dean's scowl landed on Bryan and Morgan wasn't sure if it was human intuition or magic, but she felt Bryan's grief and anger like a fire suddenly blazed at her side.
"Stop," she bit out sharply, stepping towards her brothers with narrowed eyes on Dean.
"Oh, little girl don't even-" he began, but was swiftly interrupted.
"Stop," Morgan repeated more firmly, "Dad 'n I were in this library a while before you guys figured it out, I know exactly what you wanna talk about, but he's not lying to you, and if it was anyone's fault it was mine. Bryan laid down on the floor and I talked him into getting into bed with-"
"Morgan I don't wanna hear this!" Dean shouted.
"Well you're gonna hear it Dean!" she yelled back, "You wanna have a conversation? No! You wanna bark and lecture with no intention of listening! We're trying to tell you that nothing happened-"
"You think I'm stupid?" Dean scoffed angrily.
"I think you're unreasonable," Morgan's words had a plea to them, but her expression remained unrelenting.
Dean laughed meanly, "You think I'm unreasonable? Whose boyfriend is living here?"
"Where the hell would you like him to go?" Morgan challenged.
"Anywhere but a fuckin' bed with my little sister," Dean was beside himself, his lips contorted in a strange smile while his eyes burned with anger.
"I convinced him!" Morgan insisted.
"I'm sure it took so much convincing!" Dean hurled back.
"Prob'ly a shit ton more than it took with you 'n Ms. Ellet!" Morgan snapped and Dean instantly looked shocked, allowing his sister the opportunity to slide in one last remark, "And a lot more happened in your bed than Bryan's."
Dean opened his mouth to say something and closed it, growling and flaring his nostrils at Morgan.
"Morgan," Sam said after a few moments of shock settled around them, "We set some pretty straight forward rules before we left. Dean 'n I have a right to be upset that you both completely disregarded them."
"I'm not arguing with you," Morgan said, "I'm in deep shit, I get it, but Bryan doesn't deserve the constant underhanded comments and outright threats-"
"Nobody's-" Dean tried.
"Don't forget I was just invisible in that library with you," Morgan snapped and Dean shut his mouth, "You're pissed, I get it. Deserved. But then treat me the same way you're treating him, hell, worse since I was the initiator."
Dean took a deep, shaky breath, biting his lips hard as he nodded slowly at the floor and simply walked down the hallway towards the garage.
Morgan and Sam watched him leave before turning to each other, her stomach twisted seeing the disappointment written on Sam's face. She hadn't noticed Bryan sneaking away towards their bedrooms, but Sam's attention snapped to the opposite hall entrance before the young man made his exit with Claire trailing right behind.
"Where the hell do you think you're goin'?" Sam asked sharply.
"Sam!" Morgan almost screeched and, in the moment her brother's attention shifted to her, he grimaced almost remorsefully.
"I, should, go talk to Dean," Sam took a few steps towards the opposite hallway, "Morgan, get somethin' to eat."
"Yeah, on it," she nodded, jerking her head for Claire and Bryan to follow her towards the kitchen before Cas decided who to join.
"Well," Claire sighed, "I'll say one thing about living in Fort Winchester, it's never boring."
Morgan expelled a hard laugh, "Wouldn't that be refreshing?"
"Hey," Claire directed her attention to Bryan, "You alive in there?"
"Yeah," Bryan nodded quickly, "just thinkin'."
"Don't hurt yourself," Claire said dryly, encouraging a small grin on Bryan's previously grave face.
"Oh, I doubt I'll need much help," Bryan scoffed and Morgan winced.
"They're not gonna hurt you," she said, not sure if she was trying to convince herself or if she truly believed they wouldn't, but Bryan's disbelief was obvious.
"As long as they leave me with the ability to crawl to my car I won't blame them," he laughed darkly, but Morgan's stomach twisted.
"Are you, thinkin' about leaving?" Morgan's question left her terrified of the answer.
Bryan sighed, grinning at her as he said, "I can't stay here forever, I'll be surprised if they don't kick me out-"
"They won't," she said with finality.
"Maybe you're right," Bryan's pacifying statement did nothing to ease Morgan's growing concern.
"Are you thinking, like soon?" she asked.
"I'm not thinking anything," he chuckled, "Just talkin', doesn't seem like a stretch they'd tell me to beat it."
"They won't," Morgan repeated, sure of that much at least.
"Okay," Bryan grinned, "We'll find out soon anyway."
The young couple shared a small, unamused laugh before their friend reminded them of her presence with a short cough.
"Can I," Claire looked tentatively at Morgan, "unless you wanna wait for them, I understand if you don't wanna think about it twice-"
"What?" Morgan asked.
"What'd you see?" Claire asked.
Morgan gasped and stopped dead with her hand on the refrigerator, having completely forgotten about the flashes of Dagon and Julian. She closed her eyes, trying to find the images that were starting to dissolve from the clear picture she'd seen on her return trip from the veil.
"The last thing I saw was the basement again," she kept her eyes closed, her mind felt like mush trying to filter through what she'd seen, "It's a place in the country, Julian was in the back of black SUV, not a truck like Phelan had, the smaller ones, but still, big-"
"Crossover?" Bryan offered.
"Sure," Morgan shrugged, closing her eyes again, "There's a dirt road to a two-lane highway, but, then it got bigger, and I saw a highway sign, Fullerton, Armitage, North, I pass. I pass? Ipass! Bitch is back in Chicago!"
"What? Why?" Claire scoffed.
"I'm sure she'll offer that information next time we chat," Morgan sneered and Claire grimaced.
"Really, though," Bryan said curiously, "I wonder why she keeps heading back there."
"Easy to hide," Morgan repeated her Mother's constant reason for using the city as sanctuary, "Plus Julian's family's like, big shots there, maybe Dagon thinks she can make them choose to save his life over betraying her with Phelan."
"Yeah," Bryan nodded thoughtfully, "Didn't Crowley say something about Chicago bein' run by monster families?"
"Yeah," Morgan nodded, "Sam 'n Dean had a run in once, sort of."
"Of course, they did," Bryan muttered and Morgan shot a side scowl at him quickly.
"Isn't the Grand Coven there too?" Claire asked.
"What's left of it," Morgan affirmed, finally lurched the refrigerator door open and scanned the shelves for takeout that wasn't weeks old.
"Any, uh, idea where in Chicago?" Bryan asked.
"I don't know," Morgan said absently, reaching for a plastic container of pasta, "Best guess is somewhere on the Northside," popping the lid she took a quick sniff, preparing for it to be rancid and was pleasantly surprised, "Fullerton and Armitage are further North, and I think, Sam and Dean said the Duvals run the Gold Coast. North Av, Fullerton and Armitage all run right there, so that would make sense."
Bryan and Claire nodded at Morgan's well thought out reasoning and she scooped the last of the pasta onto a plate, tossing it in the microwave on high.
Bryan excused himself to the bathroom once Morgan was a couple forkfuls into the reheated pasta, but snuck into the bedroom at the end of the hall, the one they all called his. The only things that belonged to him were packed in the duffel bags on the floor, though Bryan checked again around the room to be sure he hadn't missed anything.
While he'd appreciated Morgan's defensive outburst, if only to see the look on Dean's face over being called out about Ms. Ellet, that moment in the open room at the bottom of the library steps solidified his need to leave. On top of everything, Bryan wasn't going to be called a freeloader again, he'd offered Dean money for his stay until the man had threatened to punch him, and he wasn't kidding. It had taken all of Bryan's self-restraint to keep from exploding when the insult burned his ears.
He hoped he could sneak into the garage before Sam and Dean decided they wanted to have a conversation with him and Morgan. Bryan almost shook with anticipation, knowing how close he'd be to leaving as soon as his bags were in the Grand National. Guilt rolled in his stomach, but he ignored it, reminding himself that Morgan was well protected and, as long as his plan worked, she'd be safe.
The only missing piece was the Colt.
Bryan had briefly intruded Dean's room when the brothers, Castiel and Garth were gone, but, unsurprisingly, he didn't find anything. His heart had beaten so fast he'd probably only been in the bedroom less than a minute, but it felt like at least ten. Promisingly, however, he'd noticed a smudge of grease on the underside of his pillowcase and, since Bryan was fairly certain Dean didn't wear mascara, he was hopeful that was the Colt's home when it wasn't on the road with Dean. That was enough to give him a place to start, he wouldn't have long once he got into Dean's room, the man was a goddamn ninja.
Bryan heard deep voices in the hallway, assuming Sam and Dean had returned from the garage, and took a deep breath, kicking his duffels closer to the wall behind the door before leaving the room.
His first step over the threshold was interrupted by Claire, however, and he nearly bowled her over while awkwardly jumping to the side.
"Sorry," Claire laughed, "perfect timing."
"Yeah," Bryan chuckled, "You comin' to get me for my execution?"
Claire rolled her eyes, "No, I wanted to know what time I should be ready to go."
"What'd you-" he tried.
"I know you're goin' to Chicago," she said simply, her voice low, "I'm comin' with."
Bryan knew his jaw was hanging open and cleared his throat after the shock settled in, "Yeah? You sure?"
"Yeah," she nodded confidently.
"Well, uh," Bryan shot a look over her head to make sure they were alone in the hall and lowered his voice, "I'm ready, I just gotta get my bags to the car," he sighed, "and make that grab."
"They're in the kitchen with Morgan now," Claire told him, "but Garth just walked in as I left so I don't know what kinda time you've got."
Bryan shook his head, "That's last, I can't chance him noticing its gone while we're still in the bunker."
Claire nodded, "Okay, I'll be packed in ten minutes-"
"You've lived here for months," Bryan chuckled.
"How much did you unpack?" Claire challenged and he offered a smirk of admittance, "I'll be packed in ten minutes."
Bryan grinned and watched Claire closer the door to her room across the hall. His guilt grew, knowing Claire would definitely be safer staying with Sam and Dean, but, selfishly, he didn't want to be alone. Claire was older than him too, legally, they were both allowed to make their own decisions. Yet, technically, they were sneaking their belongings into Bryan's car and running away at the first opportunity.
"Hey," Morgan's call broke his trance and Bryan turned to her walking from the kitchen, "You abandoned us."
Bryan forced himself to match her joking grin, but the unknown truth in her words hit him hard.
"Yeah, sorry," he said, grimacing and putting a hand on his stomach, "I think whatever I ate last must've messed up my stomach."
"What'd you eat?" she asked with genuine concern, increasing his already heavy guilt.
"Y'know," Bryan scoffed lightly, "I don't even remember, this has got to be the longest twenty-four hours of my life."
"Oh, I can't imagine," Morgan expelled a short laugh.
Bryan felt himself pale, "Oh, my God, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"
"No, Bryan, you're fine," she giggled, "I was just joking, really."
The end of his sigh turned the corners of his lips upward, "You doin' okay?"
"Surprisingly, yes," Morgan nodded, "I'm still not looking forward to being alone with my brothers, thank you Garth," she smiled, "but, y'know, that time in the veil started off really scary and ended with me almost not wanting to leave. Not that I wouldn't've y'know, just."
"You got to be with your Dad," Bryan said understandingly, "Honestly, not that that is ever normal, but y'know, I'm sure it'd be weirder for you to not have felt that way. He's your Dad."
"Yeah," she nodded with a blank, maybe sad expression and Bryan reached for her hand.
"I wish I could come even close to telling you how happy I am you're okay," he said, squeezing her hand in his, "I'm, uh, not sure what all you saw, and I really appreciate you jumpin' in even though you didn't need to, you didn't," Bryan shook his head to stop her protest, "but I just want you to trust me-"
"I do-" Morgan began.
"No, hang on," Bryan continued, "Just remember I can take care of myself, okay?"
"Look," she stared at him with sad shock, "I didn't mean to like, piss you off or something, but I think I know a little bit better than you how to go toe to toe with my own brother-"
"You do, you do," Bryan assured her quietly, "I just said I appreciated it-"
"Then what then?" Morgan scoffed.
"I just," Bryan sighed, "I meant, just, don't think you have to do that, I'm a big boy, I've always fought my own battles," unable to help himself, Bryan let out a quick laugh, "Sometimes I even seek out other people's."
"Like Billy and Patrick," Morgan grinned a little.
"Yeah," Bryan nodded, not thinking of Billy or Patrick at all as he pulled her into his arms, "Exactly."
A high, piercing whistle brought their attention to the entrance of the kitchen down the hall where Dean was gesturing them both to join him.
Bryan sighed, "It was nice knowin' ya."
Before Morgan could say anything, Garth was walking towards them and offered a quick wink before slipping quietly into his dark bedroom. Bryan felt a tiny bit hopeful he might not be limping out of the kitchen.
Sam and Dean each had an empty beer next to the ones they were currently drinking on the counter, neither sat, but directed the young couple to the table while they remained leaning against the island. Bryan pulled his chair a few inches further away from Morgan's, hoping he didn't give them more ammunition than they already had.
Dean took a long swig of his beer and set it back on the counter, clearing his throat and crossing his massive forearms in front of his chest, "Am I right in assuming there was no miscommunication over the rules, but that you two saw an opportunity that you probably wouldn't get caught, or am I way off base?"
Morgan made a sound like she wanted to protest, but a slight narrowing of Dean's gaze halted whatever objection she was about to make.
Bryan's mouth was dry, but he nodded and forced words passed his unwilling tongue, "Yes, sir, that's about it."
He felt Morgan's anger hot on the side of his face, but Bryan didn't break eye contact with the oldest Winchester except to attempt a hopeful glance at Sam. Sam's attention was on inspecting the amount of beer in the brown bottle he was holding.
"No, it isn't!" Morgan insisted bitterly.
"I've heard your side," Dean said warningly.
"Hardly!" she yelled, sitting back and crossing her arms when her brother snapped his fingers loudly.
Dean settled his attention back on Bryan, "You wanna defend y'rself?"
"No, sir," Bryan said simply and Dean's eyebrows rose, Sam finally raised his head to the conversation.
"Why not?" Dean scoffed.
"Because it's not gonna make a difference," Bryan kept his voice from shaking, "Regardless of why, I went against your rules, and honestly, I can't in good conscious promise you it won't happen again, or, somethin' else. I know that's not what you wanna hear, Dean, but it's the truth."
Dean sighed heavily, "It's not what I wanna hear, but I appreciate your honesty, kid."
Bryan nodded, "I'm sorry, I am, I really can't help how I feel about your sister, but I'm sorry this is how I've repaid everything you've done for me-"
"Bryan-" Dean tried to interrupt, but Bryan shook his head.
"No, really, Dean," he continued, "You have, you guys saved my life, and in the time I've been here I've learned a shi- a lot," Bryan grimaced at the near curse, but Dean didn't seem to notice, "but, I, I know you don't, really, want me here, and, well, I don't blame you."
Dean stared at him for a few moments, his expression void of any clue about his emotions, while Sam continued to glance between his brother and Bryan, opening his mouth a little and closing it without words twice.
"You're here," Dean said as if it settled the matter, "This isn't about you being here or not, Bryan, you're not goin' anywhere."
Bryan tensed, further motivated to leave the moment it was forbidden.
"Bryan," Sam pushed off the counter and joined the conversation, "We don't, not, want you here, but you gotta see where Dean and I have issue with you and Morgan, having, such, easy access, to each other."
"Absolutely," Bryan agreed, "And I've already screwed that up-"
"Nothing happened!" Morgan insisted.
Bryan smirked at her, "Enough happened."
Dean set his beer down loudly, "Okay, look, this isn't my area, I don't know what the fuck I'm doin' if you haven't noticed," he ran his hand roughly through his short, dark hair and turned to Sam, "Be nice if the old man could'a stuck around a little longer."
Sam scoffed lightly, "You think he would'a had a better solution here?"
Dean chuckled, "He'd'a killed the kid if he ever let him in the place to begin with."
Bryan's ears burned, but forced his teeth to hold his lips together.
"Can you two stop talking about people like they aren't in the room?" Morgan's question was filled with dry anger.
Sam and Dean shared a guilty look before returning their attention to the younger two at the table.
"You need to watch yourself," Dean pointed a warning finger at his sister, "This has been a really, really, long fuckin' day, but even with what happened I'm not ready to just let, this, slide," he gestured at the two of them while emphasizing the word, then looked at Sam again as he sighed and finally turned back to Morgan and Bryan, "I don't think I'm gonna get anywhere but in a fight tonight."
Bryan watched Sam and Morgan share expressions of shock and he too was surprised by the collected, rational consideration, Dean wasn't exactly known for calm reactions.
"You're all lucky Zen Master Garth's here," Dean mumbled before taking another long gulp of his beer.
"Always a student, Dean," Garth's sudden interjection stole everyone's attention to the doorway where his fist was still ready to knock on the frame before entering the kitchen, "Sorry, I don't mean to interrupt, but, I just got a call."
"About?" Dean waved his beer at Garth for him to continue.
"A friend of mine, she's been trying to keep families of wolves out of Phelan's way," Garth began, "she just called me on her way out of Omaha," Garth's face dipped sadly and he took a shaky breath, "She had a pack of six with her, said she barely made it out alive, nobody else did."
"Omaha?" Sam looked at Dean, "That's not far."
Bryan's hand found Morgan's and squeezed, she tried to grin, but feigned indifference couldn't break the fear on her face.
"Where's your friend headed?" Dean asked.
Garth shrugged sadly, "I don't know."
"She your kinda vegan?" the oldest growled a little.
"Yeah," Garth nodded, "She's good people, er, wolf."
"Alright, well, if she needs a place to recoup," Dean gestured his surroundings and Garth nodded in appreciation of the invite.
"What's her name?" Sam asked.
"Kate," Garth said, "I've only met her once when all this started, she's sort of a loner, had some issues with her sister I guess, I don't know, never got into it, she was closer with Bess."
Sam and Dean shared a furrowed brow expression before returning their attention to Garth.
"Blonde girl? Mid-twenties?" Dean asked.
"Yeah," Garth said hesitantly.
"You know if she's from Michigan?" Sam asked.
"Maybe," Garth was eyeing the brothers suspiciously, "Why?"
"Pretty sure we've run into her," Dean said.
Bryan resisted expelling a laugh, reminding himself he should be more surprised by the monsters Sam and Dean weren't acquainted with.
"I was just gonna go outside and call her back," Garth waved his cell phone, "I can't get reception in the library."
"That's weird," Sam commented.
"Naw, it's happened to me before, c'mon," Dean pushed off the counter, "the gym always gives me full bars."
"Y'know Kate's not gonna wanna talk to us," Sam said, setting his empty beer on the counter as he stood to his full height.
"And we've still managed to convince her before," Dean smirked at his brother, but shifted his gaze to Bryan and Morgan with a serious expression, "We're gonna table this discussion, but you both know this doesn't get to happen again."
"Yes, sir," Bryan and Morgan said together.
"Go to bed, both of you," Dean said and led Garth out of the kitchen.
"Good night, Sweetie," Sam said, leaning over the table and kissing his sister's hair, then looked at Bryan, "See you in the morning."
"G'night," Bryan nodded, knowing he wouldn't be seeing any of them in the morning.
Before they left the kitchen, Bryan tugged Morgan closer to him, wrapping his arms around her and fighting the building pain in his chest. Her warm, slender body pressed against his was a feeling he never wanted to relent, loving the smell of her dark hair and buried his face in her neck, squeezing his eyes tightly on the tears threatening to escape.
"Hey," Morgan giggled, pushing back slightly, "We're alive, and he'll probably forget about tomorrow anyway."
Bryan forced a grin, "We'll see."
"Really, are you okay?" her concern was clear and Bryan wished he could keep her from worrying, but his success would ensure she wouldn't live looking over her shoulder.
"I'll be great," Bryan promised, "Don't worry about me."
Morgan scoffed lightly and shook her head, but, before she could respond, he brought his mouth down on hers, kissing her more passionately than he ever had. He held her close and their lips worked together perfectly, creating a moment Bryan didn't want to end and knew he'd never forget. Chills erupted down his spine when Morgan's nails lightly scratched the back of his neck and Bryan squeezed her quickly before pulling away. Sure if he didn't forced himself to let go he wouldn't have.
"Good night," Morgan smiled, rising her toes to land one more peck on his lips, "I'll see you in the morning."
"Good night," Bryan pushed the corners of his mouth upward, but felt himself cracking beneath the façade.
Distant, low voices echoed in the halls, but the words were inaudible, telling Bryan the others were in the gym. Morgan lingered in her doorway while he passed, smiling sweetly at him as she slowly shut herself in her room, he turned to Dean's partially opened door the moment she did. Rubbing his sweaty palms hard on his jeans, Bryan continued down the hall.
Inside the room they called his, Claire sat up on the bed when he entered.
"Bags are in the car," Claire said.
"What? How?" he scoffed in surprise, "You didn't pass the kitchen once."
"I've lived here for months," she reminded him with a smirk, "I know my way around this maze."
"My bags too?" Bryan turned to where they had been and no longer were.
"Yeah," she nodded, "Just the two and your phone charger plugged behind the nightstand, right?"
Bryan stared at her in admiration, he'd completely forgotten about his phone charger, "I kinda wanna kiss you right now, but it would be weird."
"Gross, yes it would," Claire smirked, "but you're welcome."
"Okay, we just gotta get the car outside the doors-" he began.
"Done," Claire said, "it's parked right inside the cave entrance."
Bryan frantically patted his pockets, "You stole my keys?"
"It wasn't hard," she smiled.
"What the hell'd you even need me for?" Bryan chuckled.
"Oh, I'm not stepping a foot in Dean Winchester's bedroom," she said in a low, joking tone, but there was no joke and Bryan nodded, biting his lips together nervously.
With a heavy sigh, Bryan shrugged his jean jacket on, "I'll grab it and head out the front door, just meet me there."
Claire nodded and slid off the bed, "Good luck."
Bryan's mouth was dry and his heart hammered in his throat. Luck would only be so helpful, but he'd take all of it he could get.
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