Chapter 4
Morgan is having a nightmare. She is in the woods holding a long knife and a wooden stake. She heard a noise and looked behind her, but nothing was there until she turned around again. It was a woman and she was grinning with blood dripping from her lips. Morgan looked over behind the woman and saw what she had bitten. It was Dean on the ground, his neck torn open.
She carefully held onto them as the vampire was getting closer. "NO!" She screamed as the vampire advanced on her. She stabbed it with the stake. It fell back and she cut off the vampire's head. blood squirting on her face and clothes. She ran over to where Dean laid and when she touched him, his eyes sprang open and his mouth was full of sharp teeth. She let out a high pitched scream when he went for her throat.
Dean woke up to a high pitched scream. He turned on the lamp that was on the nightstand. He looked over at Morgan who was thrashing in the bed. She was hitting something invisible and screaming "NO, don't please don't!" Dean ran over and climbed on the bed and straddled her. Her tiny fists are hitting him in the chest. Her eyes still tightly closed. He grabs her tiny wrists in his huge hands and shakes her a few times.
She opens her eyes and looks at Dean who is gripping her wrists so she wouldn't hit him anymore. Dean looks into her eyes; they turn to a pale grey. "You're okay." He let's go of her tiny wrists and she let's them fall back down to her sides. "I'm sorry I woke you up."
Dean climbs off the bed and sits on the edge of the bed. "It's okay, it's not like I get a lot of sleep." Morgan knew what he was talking about, but she wasn't going to let him know that. "Just get some sleep." Dean told her and stood up and turned off the lamp. "Could you keep it on?" Morgan asks. "Sure." Dean turns the lamp back on. He walks to the couch and lies down on it.
Morgan laid there wide awake. She tried to go back to sleep, but it was hard. The image of Dean with fangs going after her throat wouldn't leave her mind. She hadn't had nightmares like that since she was a kid when her cousin Jennifer made her watch scary movies with her late at night. She loved scary movies now, but when she was a kid. That was a different story.
Dean lies on the couch wide awake. He wasn't surprised that Sam didn't wake up. Sam was lucky he could sleep through a disaster. There had been times where Dean had to dump cold water on the kid's head to wake him up.
Dean couldn't get her eyes out of his head. Dean witnessed them turning from a dark blue to a grey right before his eyes. When he held her tiny wrists in his hands and how her tiny fists hit him in the chest as she was fighting something in her sleep. He felt something tug at him. "No, she's not my type and I don't want to get involved with her." He shakes off the thought.
She closed her eyes. It took her awhile before sleep would come. She just hoped that another nightmare wouldn't creep in. It took Dean a little longer to fall asleep. The sound of steady breathing from Morgan and Sam helped him fall back asleep.