Hi everyone, sorry this is a bit late on my normal schedule, I had a crazy busy week at work before I went on vacation and, while I did bring my computer, I confess I got very little writing done. The Family Business Beer Company beer is amazing though, I should tell you I had the best time there, super chill, good drink, good people, though damn is Texas hot hahaha I'll stick to the lake breeze but it was a fun visit =)

"Hey, anybody here!" Dean's voice echoed through the hall.

"In here!" Sam yelled, shutting the refrigerator door with near obvious relief that he no longer had to decide on dinner.

Channing's attention was, at that point, sufficiently stolen from the coloring pages Morgan had hardly found useful in keeping his attention anyway, and let him slide off her lap, walking slowly behind him while he toddled towards the kitchen doorway. Dean's entrance encouraged an excited giggle from the little boy, but, when Kate walked through the next moment, he scurried instantly behind Morgan's leg.

The tall, skinny woman with short blonde hair, turned her head nervously about the room, forcing a grin at Morgan before her eyes fell on Channing.

"Hey, buddy, remember me?" she crouched a bit and smiled widely at Channing, Morgan felt him shake his head against the back of her knee.

"Kate, you remember Sam," Dean dumped his duffel bag on the floor next to counter and pulled the refrigerator open, "Beer? Cas, y'want a, damn it, where the hell did he go?"

"I think he said he'd be in the library," Kate said, taking a beer from Dean.

Dean smirked at the door as he popped his beer, "Should probably listen to him sometimes."

"Y'think?" Sam scoffed lightly, taking the beer Dean had just opened and sliding onto the counter with his long legs dangling.

"Hi, I'm Kate," the blonde werewolf stuck her hand out to Morgan.

"Shit, I'm sorry," Sam and Dean said together before the younger continued, "Kate this is our sister Morgan, Morgan, this is Kate."

"Hi," she forced a small grin, shaking Kate's cold, boney hand and noticed the bloody scratches running underneath her jacket.

"It's not a secret I got caught up in some trouble is it?" she laughed sadly and the Winchesters shook their heads, "Well, I'm alive, there's that."

"I can fix that," Morgan offered, but Kate shook her head adamantly before she hardly finished.

"No, thank you, but no," she said.

"Cas already tried," Dean scoffed and leveled Kate with a raised eyebrow, "You're being ridiculous, you're punishing yourself for no reason."

"Well, you'd know better than anyone what that looks like," Morgan said, earning a surprised smile from Sam and a shocked stare from Dean.

Kate giggled and winked at Morgan before turning to Dean, "She's definitely your sister."

He offered a sarcastic grin, but it fell into an unamused smirk when his eyes shifted to Morgan, who smiled sweetly and picked up Channing onto her hip.

"Uh-uh," Dean shook his head, "Y'can't use the kid as a shield."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," she smirked and whispered into Channing's ear, loud enough for everyone to hear, "You won't let Dean get me, right?" the little boy giggled and shook his head.

"I can get passed you," Dean scoffed at Channing, taking a feigned, threatening step towards them and the little boy barred his teeth, growling with far more confidence than his three-foot stature should allow.

Dean actually seemed briefly surprised and froze in his advancement before joining the others in a quick laugh.

"Channing," Garth walked in the kitchen, clearly prepared to scold his son for growling, but smiled with surprise, "Kate you're here!"

"Just got in," she returned Garth's hug, wincing a little a he squeezed her.

"I wasn't expectin' you guys for another few hours," he let her go, shaking his head with happy surprise.

"Dean has an aversion to going the speed limit," Kate scoffed lightly.

"You're here, you're alive," Dean took a sip of his beer and shrugged, "I don't see the problem."

Kate smiled at him, but it fell quickly and she sighed, "I'm gonna have to find a new car."

"Sam 'n I can help you with that," Dean nodded at his younger brother.

Morgan couldn't help the fearful, wide eyes that swept her brothers, but Sam offered a small head shake and reassuring expression, silently promising Dean was not referring to the Mustang.

"Morgan," Garth began, gently rubbing his son's back while he stayed in content in her arms, "Could I bother you to keep an ear on him tonight? I'd like to, uh, go out for a bit if I can."

"You should," Dean agreed, jerking his head at the refrigerator, "There's not much left in there, not with three of you here."

"Yeah, it's not a problem," Morgan nodded and looked quizzically at Channing, "I think were hungry though, hmm?"

He nodded so vigorously his mop of light hair flopped on his head and Morgan giggled, handing him over at Garth's insistence.

"I'll give you a break," he grinned.

"You mind if I tag along?" Kate asked hopefully.

"Of course!" Garth answered brightly, shaking his head quickly and said, "I don't mind, I mean."

"Morgan, would you show Kate to the room next to Garth's for me?" Dean asked, taking another sip of his beer.

"Bryan's?" she felt a pain in her chest the moment his name accidently spilled passed her lips.

"He ain't usin' it," Dean shrugged indifferently.

Morgan's gut rolled, but she forced a quick nod at her brother and a grin at Kate, "C'mon, I'll show you," but she didn't miss the angry glare Sam was fixing Dean with as they left.

"I'm really sorry to intrude," Kate said when they were alone in the hallway.

"You're not," Morgan tried to sound as convincing as she could.

"They think I'll be safe here," she continued.

"You will," Morgan nodded, the bunker, at least, she was sure of.

"You don't know who's after me," Kate scoffed lightly as they approached the room Bryan had been inhabiting and Morgan's anger compiled into a bitter response.

"Phelan?" she raised a threatening eyebrow, continuing as soon as Kate's surprise admitted Morgan's guess was accurate, "Obviously my brother and Cas haven't told you much. I'm number one on that rabid dog's list."

She saw the crease of pain cross Kate's face momentarily at the word "dog", but Morgan didn't care, pushing open the door to the all too familiar room.

"Bathroom's across the hall," she gestured with a lazy hand, "Garth's next door, Sam, Dean, 'n I are down by the kitchen and," Morgan's eyes landed on Claire's bedroom door and her throat tightened with angry pain, "uh, that's it, Cas doesn't sleep, so, if y'need anyone."

Before Kate could even thank her for the brief tour, Morgan turned and strode towards her bedroom, trying not to slam the door behind herself, though hardly succeeding. She threw herself on her bed, her chest so tight from anger and sadness, while the questions that had haunted her since the moment she learned her friends had left bounced around her mind, the tears streaming down her cheeks and onto her pillow were inevitable.

A quick knock her door was faint and followed by the creek of its hinges and a quiet snap of the latch. Morgan turned slightly when the side of her bed sank and Sam smiled sadly, his hand pushing her dark hair from her wet face.

"I'm sorry our brother is an insensitive idiot," Sam said, "If it helps at all, he really just is that stupid and feels really bad now that I, uh, pointed out that putting that on you was a real douche move."

Morgan smiled, "Thanks, Sam."

"You know I got y'r'back," he smirked, "He, uh, he wants to apologize, I told him he can't come in unless you say it's okay."

Morgan giggled, wiping her eyes and sniffling, "I'm prob'ly gonna yell at him."

"Deserved," Sam nodded, making Morgan giggle as one last sob passed her lips and he pulled her into his arms, "He loves you, Sweetie, he's just, really, really dumb sometimes."

"It's true," Dean said from the doorway, closing himself in the room with them when they whipped their attention to him.

"Dean-" Sam began with a sigh.

"I've never been a patient man, Sammy, y'know this," Dean interjected, leaning against Morgan's desk and turning his gaze to her, "I'm sorry, kid, really, honest to Chuck, I didn't think about it," he dipped his head, shaking it before returning with a deeply apologetic expression, "I haven't thought about your feelings at all since, this, all went down. As pissed as I am about the Colt," he sighed deeply, "I know what it's like to have close friends, just, disappear. I'm sorry, Morgan, I really am, I'm angry at them for making you hurt more than I could ever be about that gun, I'm sorry that I haven't made that clear to you," he sighed again, nodding his head to the side, "More the opposite I think."

"Yeah, empathy's hard," Morgan said dryly, suppressing a smile when Sam burst into a short laugh.

"Really, Sweetie," he sighed pathetically, "How can I make it up to you?"

Morgan smirked, shifting her gaze to Sam, who returned her sneaky smile.

"Jeezus I'm gonna regret this," Dean grumbled.

"I want you to let me find them," she said simply, unsurprised when Sam's smile vanished.

"We said we-" Dean began.

"Now," Morgan insisted before he could continue with some excuse about timing, "The longer we wait the more time they have."

Sam and Dean exchanged unhappy expressions, but Dean sighed as he nodded and said, "Okay, but I swear, you do anything stupid-"

"I can't-" she tried.

"If you do anything stupid," Dean repeated louder before lowering his voice, and his gaze, "Your ass is gonna pay for it."

"Fine," Morgan spit out bitterly, "Can I find them now?"

"Fine," Dean nearly growled.

Morgan slid off her bed, avoiding Sam's eyes, sure he was fixing her with disapproval, but her focus was on her crystals and, within moments, succeeded in willing them to her clasped fist.

"I'll get the lights," Dean said, pushing off the desk and flipping the light switch just as Morgan finished arranging her crystals on the floor.

The familiar incantation flooded her brain, pushing all other thoughts and burdens aside, and a warm breeze rushed through her, taking Morgan's focus away from her bedroom. It was exhilarating to be back in the seeing world, flying against time, passed reality and to an almost familiar street where Claire and Bryan walked, laughing together.

She managed to keep her anger under control, holding herself in the right frame of mind to maintain the session. Smells engulfed her senses, bringing Morgan back to the many days and nights she'd wandered the neighborhood streets of Chicago, every one filled with the linger scents of warm food mixed with the stench of the river. There wasn't a doubt in her mind and the four, six-point stars faded on the side of a building confirmed it before she even looked for a street sign. Cicero and Jackson.

Taking in their surroundings was easier than observing the two walking side by side, enjoying what must have been a very amusing joke. Claire's giggle made her burn with anger and Bryan's laugh brought sadness Morgan couldn't fight, feeling a chill rush through her as the pair and the Chicago street faded rapidly.

Lifting her head with a deep breath, Morgan's eyes landed on Dean, whipping around to find Sam, but he wasn't there.

"Garth knocked a second ago," he told her and Morgan nodded.

"Chicago," she said, shaking her head, "Why the hell would they-"

Her eyes went wide at Dean as the most terrible thought came to mind, he stared with confusion several moments before his expression mirrored Morgan's.

"They wouldn't," he said firmly, "That's suicide!"

"Wouldn't they?" Morgan insisted, nearly yelling at her brother, "Dagon has no idea who they are, they probably think they can sneak up on her! This is Claire's dream hunt, and Bryan, he's," Morgan trailed off, unable to consider any reason Bryan would put himself in such grave danger.

"He's trying to protect you," Dean said in a subdued tone, almost a whisper, grinning sadly when his sister's eyes met his, "Does it surprise you?"

"I don't know," Morgan said, truly too shocked to consider if she should be or not.

"Hey, you're back," Sam said, slipping into the room with a humming baby monitor in his hand, "What'd I miss?"

"Dumb and Dumber are in Chicago," Dean said and they both stared at Sam, though it didn't take him half as long as Dean for his jaw to gape open.

"That's suicide!" Sam scoffed angrily.

"Kid's got a death wish one way or the other," Dean muttered, pushing himself to stand from the edge of the bed he'd been sitting on, "We better hit the road."

"You're not leaving without me," Morgan said firmly, jumping to her feet.

"Oh, you're not coming," Dean shook his head.

"Like hell I'm not," she scoffed, "Try to leave, see how far Baby gets before the engine seizes," she finished her threat with a short burst of purple fire between her fingers, closing her fist to extinguish the flame.

"Oh, kid," Dean's eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared, "You will find yourself in the biggest world of hurt if you pull your abra-kadabra shit on my Baby, I should beat your ass for the threat."

"Okay, look," Sam interjected, "We have a little bit to argue about this, Garth and Kate just took off and Channing's asleep," he waived the monitor at them, "Dean, get your stuff together-"

"My stuff's always ready-" he began.

"Dude," Sam sneered, "I don't know if it's a seventeen-year-old beef stick or a pair'a your socks, but something in that bag reeks, find it, please."

"Whatever," Dean rolled his eyes and strode to the door, turning back on Morgan before he left, "I'm not changin' my mind."

She managed to wait until his back was to her before throwing a rude hand gesture in his direction.

Sam opened his mouth in a manner that she knew would offer a defense of Dean's reasoning, cutting him off before he had a chance.

"Take me or I'll magic myself there," she said simply, unsurprised to watch shock turn to bitterness on Sam's face.

"Stay here," he grumbled after a moment, "I'll be right back."

Morgan stopped the swinging door with her foot as he left, kicking it open gently, ensuring any rustling in the bunker's inhabited side could be heard. Heard, but not understood. Behind Dean's closed door her brothers were conversing in low, quiet voices, impossible to hear audibly.

"Hello, Morgan," she jumped as Cas appeared at her side.

"Jeezus you're quiet," she gasped.

"Why are your brothers planning on leaving for Chicago soon?" he asked, inclining his head at the door.

"Can you hear them?" Morgan whispered excitedly.

"Of course," Cas inclined his head at her, but the door caught his attention again, "They've found Claire?"

"I did," she said dryly, "And I'm going with to get them."

"You should," he nodded simply, "You'll be able to find them faster than any of us."

"Can you tell Dean that?" she chuckled darkly.

Cas turned to the door, but cringed a moment later and said, "Sam seems to be on top of it."

"Wimp," Morgan muttered, earning a sideways glare from the angel.

But, if Cas had a response, he missed his opportunity when Dean's door flung open and Sam pushed into the hallway first, their older brother following with frustration set in his jaw.

"You don't give ultimatums," he growled, pointed a firm finger at Morgan, "If I say no, it's no, and there's a reason for it."

"That doesn't work for me," she crossed her arms and leveled him with an even harder glare.

"Excuse me?" Dean blinked slowly.

"I'm going, whether you take me or not," she promised, "It's not an ultimatum, it's a fact."

"Oh Brat," he expelled a sharp breath, "Your ass is gonna be too sore to do more than fly yourself icepacks."

"Go ahead," Morgan took an intimidating step right in front of Dean, snarling as she said, "You can chain me in the dungeon too, I'm still going. They are my friends, I'm the one that gets to confront them!"

"Morgan," he growled, "You're on thin ice, kid."

"I don't care, Dean," she scoffed, "You can't keep me hidden away, I won't live my life like that. I'm going with you to find my friends, smack them both very hard and hopefully take the opportunity to kill that demon bitch."

"You aren't getting near Dagon," Sam said quickly.

"Because it was such a terrible idea at the warehouse when you shot Ramiel," Morgan offered bitterly.

"How about the gas station?" Sam raised his voice a little.

"How the hell was I supposed to know-" she tried.

"You don't," Dean nodded, "Because you're not trained to watch out for that kind of-"

"Bullshit!" Morgan spat, "Both'a you have been blindsided and kidnapped way more than I have, so don't give me that, I'm not trained to watch out for that kind of thing crap. You cannot always be on the ready, but I'm certainly more alert than I was-"

"And aggressive," Dean mumbled.

"I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings, Princess," she scoffed, surprised when her brothers smiled at each other, she hadn't expected the sarcasm to go over well.

Dean sighed after a few moments of silent conversation with Sam and looked back at her, "You listen and obey orders, you got a problem, we work it out before you just go changing shit. Got it?"

"Yes, sir," Morgan nodded, her mouth curling upward into a satisfied grin.

"We're gonna head out when Garth and Kate get back," he jerked his head at her room, "Make sure y'got everything you need."

"Wait," Cas suddenly threw a hand up to silence them, his attention down the hall towards the open room.

"What's up, Cas?" Dean asked in a low voice after a few moments.

He didn't answer immediately, it was a few seconds before his head snapped at them, concern in his eyes as he said, "They're here, the wolves."

Morgan's stomach sank, the angel wasn't worried about Garth and Kate, his heightened nerves could only mean one wolf pack had entered the bunker.

"Inside?" Sam asked in a hushed, shocked tone and Cas nodded.

"Morgan," Dean's eyes were focused at the open room as he jerked his head behind himself and pulled his gun from the waistband of his jeans, "Go stay with Channing."

"Give me a gun I can-" she began, but strong fingers gripped her upper arm and her brother dragged her to his side easily.

"Not the time to argue with me," his whispered growl was more threatening than usual, but he clearly restrained himself as he pushed her towards Garth's room, "Channing, now. And stay there."

Morgan looked back, though her brothers and the angel had already turned their attention to the other end of the hall, her gut was churning with fear and every step away from them made it worse. With a sad sigh, she returned her attention to the direction she was walking, but her feet cemented to the floor at the sight of Phelan appearing around the corner ahead.

It has been a while since I've given you a cliffhanger so you had to know it was coming (love you, please don't hate me, you know I update ;*)