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CHAPTER 2

After Sam and Bethie picked Dean up at the mechanics, the three of them went out for ice cream before heading back to the house. As Dean pulled up to the house he and Sam noticed that Laura's car was in the driveway. They both looked at each other.

"Mommy!" Bethie said excitedly. The car barely made a complete stop before Bethie had unbuckled her seatbelt and was climbing over Sam to run up to the house.

"Bethie, wait," the boys called, but it was too late, Bethie was running up to the house. The boys looked at each other.

"Damn it," they said in unison. They both ran up to the house following Bethie.

"Bethie," Sam called. He looked for her. She was seven years old, but she sure was fast.

"I'm here Sammy," Bethie called. "Mommy, mommy, guess what!"

When they didn't hear a reply the boys looked at each other. They could tell Bethie was close to Laura's room. They ran up to the master bedroom hoping to catch Bethie before she went inside.

"Mommy?" Bethie said stepping into her mother's room. Bethie looked around but saw her mother nowhere. She looked back at the boys. "Where's mommy?"

The boys walked into the bedroom and looked around. Sam was the first to feel the drop fall on his head. He looked at Dean and they both looked up at the same time. Then Bethie felt another same drop on her face. She looked up and shrieked.

"Mommy!" she said in a shrill cry. On the ceiling, with her stomach sliced, was Laura. It took a second for the boys to get over their own shock before Dean swept Bethie up and ran out of the house. Sam followed making sure to help cover Bethie as they made it to the lawn, just before the house exploded into flames.

Bethie, having been able to get her head out from under her brothers protective covering, watched in horror as her home burst into flames and the boys both looked at each other, each reliving the last few times they had seen this happen. Bethie stood to run back to the house, and the boys both jumped in the way.

"Bethie, we have to stay out here, okay princess?" Sam said, lifting her into his arms so she wouldn't be able to run into the house.

"No!" Bethie said wiggling free of Sam's protective grasp. "No, no, no! I have to save mommy! She's gonna catch fire! We have to save her Sammy!"

"Bethie," Sam said looking up at Dean. Bethie looked at Dean as well, her lip trembling. Dean didn't know what to do or say, but he took his baby sister from Sam and just hugged her to him. He shared a look with Sam, both hoping for some answers. Sam just shook his head as he pulled out his cell phone and dialed 9-1-1 to report the fire.

The three siblings stood there, on the sidewalk waiting for emergency services when the air was suddenly filled with the sounds of sirens as fire trucks and ambulances came to a stop in front of the house.

A medic jumped out of the ambulance and walked over to the three sitting on the grass. She was short, about 5 feet, 4 inches. Her hair was pulled back with platinum blonde on the top with black on the bottom half. She had silver eyes and a gentle comforting smile on her face.

"Hi, I'm Morgan," the medic said. "Are any of you hurt?"

"No, Bethie are you okay?" Sam asked. Bethie's lower lip trembled.

"Where's my mommy? Did she make it?" Bethie asked, crying. Sam shot a look to Dean, who nodded and let Sam take her into his arms and comfort her. Dean nodded to Sam, understanding that he need to deal with the medic, while Sam calmed Bethie down.

"I'm Dean Winchester, this is my brother Sam, and my sister Elizabeth, or Bethie," Dean said. "Can I talk to you for a minute? Away from my sister?"

"Yeah, of course," Morgan said. She followed Dean curiously. As she looked over at the little girl, her heart went out to the kid who most likely lost her mother.

"Look, I think you should know that Bethie's mom was in that house," Dean said. "We had just got home and noticed Laura's car here next thing we know the house is in flames."

"I don't think you should be talking to me about this," Morgan said as she turned her attention back to the oldest brother. As she took in his appearance, she had to admit he was very good-looking. "I think you should talk to the cops."

"I know I should," Dean said. Then he couldn't help himself as he added, "But it's so much easier talking to a pretty lady like you."

"Well, I didn't know Prince Charming wore denim and leather," Morgan said with a cheeky grin and raised eyebrow.

"Well you know," Dean said. Then he regained his senses. "Crap, I'm sorry I shouldn't have done that. Look my baby sister just lost her mother in that fire. Sam and I are all she has now…"

"Well, we're going to have to take you all down to the hospital to get looked at, just in case. It's law or something like that, I never fully understood it. Then there, we can get you a social worker, who can sign custodial rights over to you and your brother," Morgan explained. The law she had referred to wasn't an actual 'law' per say, but more like hospital policy and guidelines. It required that all victims of possible shock to be brought in for treatment. She then smiled. "As for the flirting, and pick up line, it could use some work…but I give you an 'A' for effort." She started to walk back to where the others were. Then she turned around. "Just so you know; I love Prince Charming…especially if he's in jeans and a leather jacket."

Dean watched as she walked away smirking. He then followed as she walked over to where Sam and Bethie sat. He saw her kneel in front of Bethie.

"Hi Bethie, I'm Morgan," she said with a gentle. "How old are you?"

"Seven," the girl said quietly.

"Wow, seven? You're getting old!" Morgan said and Bethie smiled a little then her smile dropped. "So I'm a paramedic, you know what that is right?"

"Yeah, you're like a doctor but you ride in ambulances," Bethie answered shyly.

Morgan nodded. "That's right. Have you ever ridden in an ambulance before?" Morgan asked. Bethie shook her head. "Well then I guess today is your lucky day because you get to ride in one."

"Can Sammy and Dean come with me?" Bethie asked.

"Of course!" Morgan said. She smiled over at Dean. "Okay, Bethie, I'm going to have your big brother here put you up on this stretcher here and I want you to lie down. Do you want a blanket?"

"Yes please," Bethie sniffled. Morgan gave her a gentle smile and pulled out her walkie-talkie.

" Cal, can I get a blanket over here," Morgan said into the walkie-talkie. There was a reply of a yes followed by something jumbled that Dean just barely caught and made Sam look away. Morgan just rolled her eyes. "Ignore him."

"Okay…" Dean said. He looked at Bethie. "You okay Bethie?" The little girl nodded as someone brought a blanket.

"Alright, are you guys ready?" Morgan asked. She started to walk to the ambulance, but stopped when another medic pushing the stretcher walked over.

Sam, stood up, took the blanket off the stretcher, and wrapped Bethie up in it before placing her on the stretcher. Sam was going to let Morgan and the other medic push the stretcher into the ambulance while he and Dean followed and got in themselves. But Bethie grabbed his hand. When he saw the look on her face, he couldn't leave her. He glanced over at Dean, who had a smirk on his face that said 'Now you know how I felt when you gave that face'.

Her partner came around, closed the doors, and then got in front and they started to drive off. Morgan handed the boys bottles of water and gave Bethie an apple juice. The girl smiled up at Morgan looking into her eyes.

"You're pretty," Bethie said suddenly. "Even Dean thinks so…he said you were 'hot'." Dean nearly choked on his water when Bethie said that. Sam smirked and tried not to laugh as Morgan tried not to laugh as well.

"Really, well thank you to both of you…" she looked over at Dean trying not to laugh at the shocked look on his face. "Can I tell you something Bethie?"

"Yeah," Bethie said smiling.

Morgan bent over closer to Bethie and looking up at Dean for a minute, whispered, "I think Dean's pretty hot too." She watched as the girl's eyes grew large, and looked at Dean to see if he heard. It was hard to tell if Dean had heard or not, but Sam had and was now smirking.

"Really?" Bethie asked a little smile forming on the girls face. Morgan smiled and nodded then put a finger to her lips in a 'don't tell' like fashion. "Don't worry I won't tell Dean that…oops."

"Won't tell Dean what?" Dean asked. Bethie and Morgan looked at each other and giggled. Even though he knew they were laughing at his own expense, Dean was glad that Morgan had been able to take Bethie's mind off of the loss of her mother.

"Nothing," they said in unison. Dean looked at Sam who just shrugged trying once again not to laugh. Then the ambulance came to a stop and Morgan's partner came around the back and opened the ambulance door. Morgan stepped out and helped pull out the stretcher. Bethie looked at the hospital and slightly tensed up. Sam took her little hand and kissed her forehead.

"It's okay Bethie, Dean and I are both right here. We're not going anywhere," Sam said softly to the girl. She relaxed a little and smiled up at Sam. When they had gotten Bethie settled into a room, Morgan stayed around till the social worker came.

"Hey Bethie, how are you feeling?" Morgan asked. She had her hands behind her back.

"Good," Bethie said. She seemed a little down though, but that was to be expected with losing your only parent and your childhood home.

"Look, while I was out at the nurses' station, I ran into a little friend of mine. He's a little sad too," Morgan said pulling a slightly burned stuffed monkey from behind her back. "Think you can make him feel better?"

Bethie's face lit up. She reached out to the monkey, and Morgan smiled as she handed the monkey to Bethie. Bethie hugged the monkey to her. "Sir Monk-Monk! Thank you Morgan!"

"Anytime," she smiled. "I'm going to go see if the social worker is here yet. We also got the results back, it's okay for her to fall asleep now. I think it will help a little. Just make sure that one of you is there in case she wakes up. If she gets scared, her heart rate will go up and she could go into shock, which could be worse than it sounds."

"Thanks Morgan, you've been a great help," Sam said.

"It's no problem, I have sisters too," Morgan said, she looked at Dean, who seemed to be off in some other world.

In Dean's head he was replaying the events of earlier in his mind. Flashing back to the night 24 years ago to when they found his mom, then a year ago when he saved his brother from the fire that took his girlfriend. The only thing running through his mind was; how did that son of a bitch keep doing this to his family. Why won't he leave them alone?

Morgan then looked out at the nurses' station. "Yeah, I'm just going to go now…" Morgan then walked out of the room. As she was leaving a pretty blonde nurse entered the room. The two smiled at each other but then rolled their eyes after they passed each other.

The blonde walked over by Dean and winked at him. "Hi, I'm Stacey. I'm going to be taking Betty's blood," the blonde said.

"My name is Bethie," Bethie responded and she curled her lip into a grimace. She immediately hated the blonde woman who thought she was already her friend and who was trying to pick up her big brother. She'd rather see Dean with Morgan than with this nitwit…hmmm that's not such a bad idea, maybe I can get Sammy to help me, she thought.

"Right, sorry, I can't read Morgan's handwriting," Stacey giggled. She leaned over Dean and took Bethie's hand. Bethie pulled her hand away though. "Sweetie, I need you to sit still if I'm going to take your blood."

"No!" Bethie said.

"Bethie, it's okay, Stacey's just going to take your blood," Sam said as he pulled his baby sister into his lap and held her close. He couldn't believe that the Demon had nearly gotten to her.

After everything this demon had put them through over the years, until last year when it killed Jessica, Sam felt detached. But now, after not only losing his fiancée but his dad, the woman who had been a friend and his little sister's mother, and nearly losing his baby sister, well Sam was no longer going to pay mister nice guy. It was time to start planning the endgame and kill the sonofabitch for good.

"Excuse me could you stand somewhere else," Dean asked, slightly irritated by the woman's closeness. The nurse giggled.

"Oh yeah, sure," she said. She stepped away a little. Dean rolled his eyes and stood up, sidestepping around Stacey.

"I don't want Hospital Barbie to take my blood," Bethie said petulantly.

Sam and Dean had to control themselves from sniggering at their baby sister's apt description of the blonde ditz. "Well sweetie, who do you want to take your blood?" Dean asked, a smirk making its way onto his face.

"I want Morgan to do it! She's nice, and she looks like she actually has an IQ above 'airhead' status," Bethie said. Sam laughed and Dean's smirk widened.

Stacey just looked up with an incredulous look on her face. "Well, I'm certified to take blood," Stacey defended herself. "I went to college…"

"You know what, I think it would be best if Morgan did take the blood," Dean said. Something was up; perhaps finding Bethie and actually settling down had tamed him a little. Normally he would have been all over the blonde leaning over him, but instead it just irritated him. He couldn't figure it out, but one thing he did know was he couldn't get Morgan off his mind, and right now he wanted to see her again, to hear her voice.

Morgan stood at the nurses' station her elbows on the desk and her chin in her hands. She sighed as she reached over the counter and took a lollipop, and popped it in her mouth.

"What's wrong sugar?" an older lady said behind the desk.

"I don't know Roberta," Morgan said. "I totally don't understand guys…and I'm completely done working with Cal."

"That boy still on your case 'cause your sister had the sense to break up with his slimy ass?" Roberta said. Morgan nodded.

"Speaking of Kelly, is she here? I wanted to ask her about that transfer I've been asking her about since forever. I don't wanna be a medic forever. I'm not going to med school to ride around in an ambulance forever," Morgan said. "I mean honestly!"

"Well, you know maybe I can help you with that. Kelly was here she had to leave though. She left this for you though, and said she'd see you tonight," Roberta said handing her a card, just then she heard a yelp and Stacey came huffing out of the room. She looked at Morgan, then at Roberta.

"That's it Roberta, I'm finished with this! I'm done! I knew I should have stuck with stripping!" Stacey said. Morgan turned to look at Stacey. "That's the last little brat that bites me!"

"Maybe that's for the better, they were gonna fire you anyway," Roberta said. "Said you were too unreliable, and you were to…friendly, with the male patients."

"Maybe you really should have stuck to stripping," Morgan said. "Then you could be as friendly as you wanted with the male…'patients'."

"Bite me, Morgan!" Stacey said.

"It looks like a seven year old little girl already did that," Morgan said with a laugh. Stacey then huffed out of the hospital.

"Well sugar, best go take care of your first patient," Roberta said. Morgan looked at her with a narrow eyed, confused look, and a raised eyebrow. "Open the card, sugar." Morgan did as she was told and a name badge fell out.

"Hey little sis, welcome to the nurses staff," Morgan read. "Oh my god…am I?"

"You bet sugar," Roberta said. Just then Dean stuck his head out of the room and motioned towards Morgan. "He's a looker; think he'll steal your heart faster than the last one?"

"Roberta, Lucas didn't steal my heart, I gave it to him," Morgan said. "When he…when he…"

"I know sugar," Roberta said. "I know. Now go take care of your patient! I'll let you know when Deianara gets here."

"Thanks Roberta," Morgan said. She walked over to the drawers to get her supplies to take Bethie's blood. Then she walked into the room. "Now Bethie, I hear you bit my colleague, is that true?"

"Maybe…" the girl said looking down. Morgan smiled.

"Girl after my own heart," she said. "Now Bethie, I'm going to take your blood okay? Right now I'm cleaning it, so that you don't get sick. Are you afraid of needles?"

"A little," Bethie said. Morgan smiled.

"That's okay," Morgan said working quickly but carefully. "So why don't you tell me about Sir Monk-Monk there?"

"My daddy gave him to me, when I was a baby," Bethie said. "He likes bananas and playing outside, in the sandbox. He also likes the swings."

"Yeah, what's your favorite memory with Sir Monk-Monk?" Morgan said.

"When I was little daddy built me a tree house and he let Sir Monk-Monk and I help," Bethie said. A little tear forming in her eye as she looked over at Dean and Sam. Morgan noticed the look.

"You miss your daddy?" Morgan asked. Bethie nodded. "I miss mine too…"

"Your daddy died too?" Bethie asked. Morgan nodded.

"He was a doctor; he helped little boys and girls who were really sick. He built me and my sisters a tree house too," Morgan said with a smile.

"How did your daddy die?" Bethie asked. "Mine died in a car accident."

"Well my daddy got real sick, just the little boys and girls he helped," Morgan said. "Now my big sister Kelly, is a doctor just like he was, and I'm going to school to be a doctor as well…okay Bethie you're all done." Morgan put a pink band-aid over the mark. She then pulled another band-aid out of her pocket and put it on Sir Monk-Monk. "See even Sir Monk-Monk got his blood drawn."

"Thanks Morgan I didn't even feel anything," Bethie said. Morgan smiled at her.

"See that's my magic! You didn't feel it, because you weren't focusing on it," Morgan said. "You rest I'm going to go give these to the girl up front."

"Hey, mind if I come with you?" Dean asked. Morgan shook her head. "How did you know about the monkey?"

"The firemen found it at the scene," Morgan said. She handed the drawn blood to the nurse at the front. "Elizabeth Winchester."

"I thought they weren't supposed to take stuff from the site," Dean said with a cock of his eyebrow.

"They aren't, and they didn't," Morgan said; when she saw Dean's confused look she smiled. "I did."

"But…" Dean said.

"Hey, I won't tell if you won't," Morgan said. Dean smirked.

"You're good," Dean said. "Let me just ask you this. Where have you been all my life?"

"Why I've been the trusty suburbs of Chicago…after of course I spent the first 5 years of my 25 year life, in the upper east side of New York," Morgan said. "Where have you been?"

"Everywhere," Dean said. "You were born in New York?"

"Nah, I was born while my parents were on a trip to… Morgantown West Virginia!" Morgan said. "That's how I got the name Morgan. I'm just glad my dad didn't get his way. He wanted to name me Bertha…"

"After his mom?" Dean asked as they walked back to the room.

"No after his dead goldfish…" Morgan laughed. "My dad was funny like that. I know my mom wouldn't have let him name me Bertha, but he liked to joke like that. He was amazing. Even with all the work he had, one of the top leukemia specialists there was, but he would have dropped it on a dime, for us. In fact he did. That's why we moved out here, he wanted us to grow up in a safe neighborhood."

"He seems like a great guy," Dean said. "I guess he had to be, to have such a great daughter…"

"He was…and look at you all Prince Charming again," Morgan said with a smile, her silver eyes twinkling. Getting caught up in the moment, and entranced by her 'sparkling silver eyes' - or at least that's what Dean told himself at the time as an excuse for doing what he did next. He leaned down and kissed her.

"Sorry, I…" Dean started to explain as he pulled away. Morgan shook her head though and put her arms around his neck, pulling him into another kiss. As they pulled away they heard someone clear their throat and they suddenly got the looks of two teenagers, who were just caught making out by their parents. Standing there was a woman with short curly red hair with copper and gold highlights. She stood about 5 feet 7 inches, and had deep blue eyes.

"Ana! I made nurse!" Morgan said hugging the new comer.

"Congratulations, so who's the badass hunk of leather and denim your lips were so fondly attached to?" Ana said as she hugged Morgan.

"Dean Winchester this is Deianara Cassadine, Ana this is Dean Winchester," Morgan said. "Dean's the brother of your newest client, Bethie Winchester."

"He's a cutie. Kind of reminds me of Lucas," Ana said as she and Morgan linked arms and walked down the hall.

"Wait till you see his brother, Sam," Morgan said with a wink. She purposely ignored the Lucas part. They arrived at the room and Morgan stepped inside. Sam turned around and looked directly into Ana's eyes and felt something he hadn't felt since the day he met Jessica.

"Hey Sam, can you get Deianara filled in, while I talk to Morgan outside?" Dean asked. Sam just nodded, not taking his eyes off Deianara.

Dean refrained from his usual smart alack remark for once and just shook his head at his brother. He had to admit though, he was sort of happy to see Sam looking at another girl. It's been a year since Jessica and the only girl Sam's even looked at was Sara and that obviously didn't go anywhere. Besides he couldn't exactly talk.

While Dean wasn't one to stare dumbfounded at a girl, like his slightly…okay more than slightly, more romantic, sentimental brother, he was starting to like Morgan more and more. Something about the Winchester men, when they found someone, they some how knew in an instant that, that woman could be someone they could spend the rest of their lives with.

Up until Cassie, Dean's first real love, he didn't believe in the whole 'love at first sight' thing. Even after her, after she broke his heart - not that she didn't have a good reason - he didn't think it really existed. He never let anyone linger in his mind for longer than a minute. That way he couldn't get attached and he couldn't get hurt…the way he saw it love ruined a person's life.

Look at his dad and brother, when they lost their true loves, his dad went crazy and spent the rest of his life, to avenge her death, while risking his and his sons' lives in the process. Then Sam, well, it just tore him up and now he always seems to have that sad look, even when he's smiling you can see it in his eyes; something's missing. Dean didn't want that to happen to him. No way in hell was Dean going to let a female run the rest of his life…yet somehow now, he was falling for this girl that he barely knew, and he was falling hard.

As he held the door open for Morgan he looked over at Bethie, asleep on the bed. When they got into the hallway Morgan looked at him. Her hand nervously went to the locket around her neck and she bit her lip. Why was she so nervous? Guys never made her nervous. Well guys other than her ex, Lucas. It was young love really; it wouldn't have lasted anyway…even if he hadn't died. At least that's what she told herself, or tried to. Yet sometimes she still found herself reaching for the locket; her dad's picture on one side, and Lucas on the other. They didn't have the best relationship, but he put up with her bullshit, and he cared. He reminded her of her dad in a way. No matter how much she messed up, he was still there. Until all of a sudden he wasn't, neither of them were. Both times she never got to say 'I love you,' one last time.

"So what's wrong?" Morgan asked after a period of silence. Dean blinked and looked at her confused for a minute.

"Oh right, look, I feel bad, because this isn't supposed to be a time that, something like this happens. I mean it's not supposed to happen to me at all. But I can't help it…" Dean said. He then muttered, "Oh God, how much of a 'chick flick' moment was that?"

"Huh?" Morgan asked, squinting in obvious confusion. In Dean's head he was mentally kicking himself. He was usually the ultimate playboy, the real Casanova. Now all of a sudden, a medic-turned-nurse has him all jumbled. 'This is so much easier after a couple beers!' he told himself.

"Nothing sorry, look the point I'm trying to make is…" Dean said, pausing to search for the right words. Morgan smirked.

"Why Dean Winchester, are you trying to ask me out?" Morgan asked. "Mr. Casanova, getting tongue-tied over a geek like me. Who would've thunk?"

"Maybe," Dean said, and smirked as he bent down to kiss her. "And I love geeks, see live long and prosper! Let the force be with you!"

"Why Mr. Winchester, is that a light saber or are you just happy to see me?" Morgan said with a grin. Dean got nervous and looked down. Morgan hunched over with laughter and kissed him. "And by the way if you were…the answer is yes."