*Still don't own Supernatural* I'm glad so many of you liked the race! It was fun to write, I love cars! If you were upset or surprised that Baby lost, well, I write realism folks lol the Grand National would spank the Impala ;) This chapter offers a moment a lot of people have been waiting for and I'm very sure will surprise a lot of you. I write my characters the way they ask to be written, Dean and Sam especially are more like two people I've known a long time than a character I have any control over, I was surprised myself with this development...
Thank you for the reviews and I hope everyone enjoys this addition!
While Sam and Dean got into an in-depth discussion about the change in plans, Bryan slid out of the kitchen and towards the bedrooms. Morgan kept her eyes on her brothers, who were not paying any attention to her, as she snuck out behind him and hurried to catch up.
"Bryan," she called quietly, making the young man stop and turn to her, "Are you, mad?"
"No," he shook his head, "it's all just, a lot, that Crowley guy, I mean, I know it's all normal for you, but, I don'know, it's just a lot."
"Yeah," she agreed sympathetically, "It was when I first came too, he's really not an entirely bad guy, though, I mean, I know he's-"
"The King of Hell," Bryan offered dryly.
"Yeah," Morgan admitted, "but he does help, when we have a common enemy."
"I get it," he nodded, "still though, it's-"
"A lot," she nodded slowly, "Bryan," Morgan sighed before the words poured out, "everything here is a lot. A lot of monsters, a lot of danger, a lot of rules and a lot of bullshit for breakin' them. I can't blame you if this is all too much, what you've already been through, and y'r'mom and now being here, caught up in all this crap. You should've taken the bus, I can't believe my brother did what he did to you, I'm so sorry, and-"
"Morgan," Bryan interrupted, giving her wrists a little shake, "stop. I want t'be here, I made that choice because I want to be here, and Dean had every right t'do that," she stared at him incredulously, "You can't lead a team where people don't listen and expect it to be anything but a disaster, I shouldn't've let you two leave-"
"Like you could'a stopped us," Morgan scoffed.
Bryan raised an eyebrow, reminding her far too much of her oldest brother, "Try 'n pull some crap like that again and see."
A strange mix of fluttering and twisting affected her stomach as Morgan felt heat rise on her cheeks.
"I'm in this f'r'the long haul," Bryan continued, "It's in my blood, Baby, finding you has been the best thing that could'a happened t'me, but I'd be in this whether we'd met or not. As overwhelming as your family and, uh, friends, are, I feel like I got a pretty good deal gettin' t'learn from y'r'brothers. They know what they're doin', prob'lly better than anyone 'n I knew some pretty badass hunters, I'm wrapping my mind around all of this, but I know there's no where I could learn what I need to better than here."
Morgan slowly nodded in understanding of what he said, "So, you just need a minute?"
"Yeah," he smiled, "just gotta clear my head after I see that, guy, demon, he's a real asshole."
"I know," she smirked, "he kinda grows on you though."
"Yeah, we'll see," Bryan scoffed.
"Think you'll be surprised," Morgan shrugged.
"Hope so," he said simply.
Dean called them all into the kitchen a short while later, Bess and Sam were at the table, Channing sitting in the latter's lap. Claire's legs dangled off the counter she sat on while sipping a soda and Bryan walked in just a few moments after Morgan leaned next to her friend on the island.
"Okay, kids," Dean clapped his hands, eyeing the group, "Here's the deal. We gotta start headin' towards the action in New Orleans, I need full cooperation from all'a you. This is gonna be dangerous 'n I can't have anybody outta line. Bess, we're gonna meet with Garth 'n get you 'n Channing with him at a safe house on our way down."
"How?" Claire asked and Dean inclined his head at her, "Last I checked the Impala seats six, uncomfortably, 'n I'm pretty sure we can't fit it with a car-seat."
Dean looked around the room with a smirk, silently accepting what Claire said to be true, Bess looked uncomfortable.
"I could take them," Bryan offered, "and meet up with you."
Morgan expected Dean to refuse immediately, so was surprised to see him look questioningly at Sam, who shrugged and nodded slightly.
"Bess, would that be okay?" Dean asked.
"Of course," she nodded quickly, "I hate to be a bother, really, you're so kind to offer, Bryan."
"It's not a bother," the handsome young man assured her.
"Claire," Dean said, "you go with 'em."
The blonde nodded and Morgan tried to hide her anger and disappointment, condemned to the backseat alone with just her brothers as company. This was going to be a long trip.
"Okay," Dean continued, "then tomorrow we head out, I'll get you the details on where you'll meet Garth, 'n then you two high-tail it to us, we're gonna meet with Fox first 'n Jody's comin' down."
"Jody's coming?" Claire sounded equally excited and nervous at the idea.
"Yeah," Dean nodded, "it's an all hands on deck situation, we're goin' f'r'the kill on the vamp problem."
"Nice," Bryan gave Dean a sinister grin.
"We gotta get y'r'car ready, kid," Dean told him, "Warding, weapons, the whole package. Sam, where's the paint?"
"I don'know," Sam shrugged, "Garage maybe."
"I'll find it," Bryan assured them and left the kitchen.
"Morgan," Dean said, "Gonna need some protection spells."
"On it," she nodded and hurried after Bryan before Dean could halt her exit.
Morgan caught up with the handsome young man on the way to the garage and ran a hand down his arm, slipping her fingers in between his as they walked, checking behind occasionally to make sure no one, specifically one of her brothers, was behind them.
The Grand National was dusty, parked next to the Impala in the bright garage, but before Bryan could take another step towards the vehicle, Morgan swung herself in front of him, lifted on her toes and quickly met her lips to his. Bryan pulled her close and kissed her harder, sliding his arm around her waist as hers slid up his strong back over his flannel. His other hand ran over her hair, pulling her gently by the back of her neck into a deeper embrace.
"Hey!" Dean's harsh bark got the teens to separate instantly and Morgan felt the color drain from her face as she looked at her brother.
"Dean, I," Bryan stammered.
"Paint's on the toolbox," Dean jerked his head to the other side of the garage and the young man immediately followed the silent order.
Morgan just stared with wide, terrified eyes at her oldest brother, expecting him to start yelling, but he didn't even look at her and popped the trunk on the Impala.
"Dean, we were just-" she took a step towards him, imploring quietly, but the raised eyebrow he gave her stopped the rambling nonsense.
"I'm not stupid, Morgan," he said simply, "You got all the spells we need memorized?"
"Kinda," she shrugged, realizing she'd hurried to the garage without a single spell book, "I'll, uh, I'll go grab my books."
"Yeah, you do that," Dean smirked.
Morgan felt color rushing back to her face as she left the garage, blushing with the realization of what had just happened. Dean hadn't seemed upset, clearly, he wasn't thrilled by what he'd walked into, but she was surprised at how calm he'd reacted to seeing Bryan and her kissing. Too calm. Morgan walked faster to her room, remembering Bryan was alone with Dean in the garage and her stomach turned wondering what was happening back there. Yes, her brother had definitely been way too calm.
Leaving her room, Morgan stopped fast to avoid running into Claire in the hallway, giving her friend a strained look and glancing at Sam much further away, walking towards the garage with a large duffel bag slung over his shoulder.
"What?" Claire asked quietly.
"Dean just saw me 'n Bryan kissing," Morgan whispered.
Claire's eyes went wide, "Is Bryan okay?"
"I think so," she nodded.
"You left him alone with him?!" she asked incredulously, nearly jogging down the hall Sam was almost at the end of.
"I didn't have much of a choice," Morgan insisted, hurrying to keep up.
"He's probably dead already," Claire hastened her pace even more and one of the books slipped from Morgan's arm as she followed, but caught it mid-air with a rather elaborate hand motion and didn't miss a step, though highly disappointed no one else saw it.
The girls slowed their entrance to the garage, taking deep breaths before stopping on the threshold and looking at each other with furrowed brows, turning back to the scene with confusion and intrigue. Dean and Bryan were bent over the Grand National's open trunk, both laying gentle paint strokes on the inside of the decklid, identical to the ones inside the Impala's, popped next to it for reference. Sam had dumped the bag on a near counter and was removing shotguns, extra ammunition, knives and an angel blade.
"What's goin' on?" Claire asked as they walked in together.
"Gettin' the race car ready f'r'huntin'," Dean turned a little before focusing back on the demon trap he was painting in the center of the decklid.
"Bryan," Sam got the young man's attention, "How much room y'got by the spare?"
"It's already got a false floor," Dean said.
"I kept her original," Bryan commented, glancing between the brothers, avoiding Morgan's eyes, "or at least original from what she was like when my Dad drove her," he shrugged and returned his attention completely to the symbol he was painting.
Sam had the idea of protective hex bags along with a couple spells and Morgan readily agreed that was a great idea, trying to get Bryan's attention with a smile, but he was enthralled by the art he was adding to his car.
"Sam," Dean held the brush out to him, "finish up here, would'ja? Morgan, let's grab y'r'stuff."
"I can get it," she said, feeling nervous at the head jerk her brother gave her in silent order to leave the garage.
"I'll help," Dean gave her a tightlipped grin, sliding an arm around her shoulders and no less than pulling her with him down the hallway.
Bryan gave her an encouraging grin before she turned, but Claire's wide, fearful eyes were more reflective of Morgan's current feelings as her oldest brother led her from the garage.
"So," he began when they were out of earshot, "you 'n Bryan-"
"Dean, he's nice and-"
"Morgan," he interrupted calmly, "if I was gonna yell I'd've already done it."
She sighed a little with relief, but wasn't completely alleviated of her concern, "So, y'r'not mad?"
"No, not really," Dean said, "Wasn't what I wanted t'walk into that's f'r'sure, 'n I better never again, but I know that's not the first time you've kissed that kid."
"How?" she asked with almost angry shock that Sam had betrayed her.
"You just told me," her brother stopped in the open room and smirked, Morgan couldn't help smiling and shaking her head at him, "Look, you're experience with boys has been pretty much limited to your brief stint at school, that asshole on the football team, Bryan 'n y'r'little witch buddy with the bad attitude," she nodded slightly in agreement, unsure where he was going, but listened intently, "An' I know y'r'at an age where there's no stoppin', that, I'm not thrilled about it, but the way this has all turned, I mean," he took a deep breath, "look, Daniel Elkin's grandson or not, Dad never would'a let this kid stick around if he knew that was goin' on, but I'm tryin' t'be y'r'brother right now, not Dad, 'n Bryan's a good kid, I like him, really I do."
"I know," Morgan smirked, continuing at Dean's questioning look, "C'mon, you two've been attached at the hip since," she stopped her words before saying 'you whipped him' and just shrugged.
"I put him back in line?" Dean offered and she averted her gaze while nodding, afraid her eyes would betray the anger she still harbored towards him over the incident, "We had a good conversation after that. Did he tell ya?" Morgan shook her head, she hadn't been doing a lot of talking with Bryan in the few alone moments they'd gotten together, "Well, we did. Y'know he's been through a lot too, Morgan, not just recently, his whole life. Some things, he's never had anyone t'talk to about, nobody else got it, livin' that life, growin' up like that, knowin' things like that as a kid 'n y'r'not allowed t'talk about it, it ain't easy. We've spent some time together 'cause we got things in common 'n I'd like t'see that kid become the man he should be, I'd like t'know I had somethin' t'do with it, I really hope that you want that too."
"Of course I do," Morgan said.
"Good," he sounded firm, "because you are still my first priority and I will tell you exactly what I told him, kissin' better be all y'r'doin'. Am I understood?"
"Yes, sir," Morgan felt her cheeks turning red as she nodded at her feet.
"Better," Dean growled and grabbed her gently by the back of the neck, continuing towards the bedrooms.
Morgan kept chancing sideways looks at her brother, completely shocked at his reaction, Sam she could see acting like this, but not Dean. She was certainly happy with the way he decided to treat the situation, but it didn't change the fact that she'd expected at least some yelling.
When Bryan's car was finished and the Impala had been layered in a few new spells as well as protective hex bags, Bess called them all into the kitchen for dinner. Being that it was the last one she'd be there to make, the werewolf wife went all out, creating an elaborate feast of vegetables, chicken and pork loin, sauces, bread and even a cherry pie for desert. Dean looked like he might kiss her during dinner and actually hugged her when Bess brought out the pie.
Morgan, Claire and Bryan offered to wash the dishes when everyone had finished, no one had an argument to this suggestion.
"Okay, Channing," Bess smiled at the yawning toddler, "Bath 'n bedtime."
"Noooo," the little boy whined, though there was little conviction in his tone.
"Can you say good night to everyone, please?" Bess set him on his feet and at first Channing turned into her leg, hiding his face from the others, but Sam crouched a few feet away and coaxed a large hand at the tiny werewolf.
Channing rushed at Sam, wrapping his arms around his neck, and Sam chuckled, gently returning the hug, "Good night, buddy, I'll see you in the mornin'."
"See Dayee," Channing said.
"Soon," Sam smiled, "Y'r'gonna see Daddy really soon."
Morgan couldn't miss Bess brushing her hand across her cheeks.
"Super soon," Dean assured him, crouching next to his brother and holding up a flat palm, "thanks f'r'helpin' me drive that car today, you did a great job."
Channing smiled shyly at Dean before smacking a chubby hand to the man's waiting palm.
Sam and Dean left the kitchen after the incomplete werewolf family, telling the group they'd be in the library and to meet them when they'd finished. Morgan started the dishes scrubbing themselves in the sink as Bryan took a few rags from a drawer.
"You guys don't need my help, right?" Claire looked between the teenagers, "You've got stuff t'discuss, I'm just in the way," she couldn't hide a smirk as she sidestepped out of the kitchen, away from the chore.
"Can't say she's wrong," Morgan giggled nervously, but stopped when she saw Bryan glaring at the doorway before turning towards the sink and pulling a washed dish out of the air, she narrowed her eyes, he still didn't look at her, "Okay, what the hell? Are you mad at me?"
Bryan set the plate down, keeping his hands on the counter as he sighed and shook his head, "No, I'm mad at me."
"Why?" she scoffed, leaning against the sink, staring up at him.
"Because I can't help myself around you," he admitted with an almost sad glance before looking away shamefully, "I lied to your brother. He asked if we'd done anything more than kiss, 'n well-"
"You had to lie," she insisted, "That's a lie of survival, trust me, Dean knows better than anyone."
"I don't wanna lie t'him," Bryan told her and Morgan's stomach twisted.
"You can't," she shook her head, "you can't tell him, Bryan, he'll kill you, me, so much death."
"I'm not gonna," he assured her, "but I don't like sneakin' around him."
"Well, what then?" Morgan crossed her arms.
"I don'know, Baby," Bryan turned her towards him, rubbing her upper arms gently, but she didn't relent their firmly pouty position, "I should be glad that I have the green light to kiss you, but I don't trust myself to stop there."
"Me either," she admitted with a small smile, uncrossing her arms and pulling Bryan closer to her as he brought his mouth down on hers.
For a few moments, they kissed eagerly, his hand found the bare skin on her lower back and Morgan slipped her fingertips inside the waistband of his jeans, tugging his pelvis to meet her torso, but the young man released her, pushing away gently.
"You," he smiled accusingly, "are dangerous."
Morgan took a step towards him, lifting on her toes till she was whispering right in his ear, "You love it."
She couldn't help an excited gasp as he grabbed her hair and lightly tugged her head back before kissing her hard, Morgan's whole body tingled for more.
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