Chapter 13

I wake up and sit up and look around. Sam is at the desk on the laptop. Dean is cleaning the weapons as he is sitting on the couch. The weapons are laid out neatly on the coffee table. On the floor are a lot of other items. I walk into the bathroom with a change of clothes.

I stand and look at my reflection and stare at it. I look at the square band-aid on my forehead and carefully touch it. I look down at my arm and touch the bandage. I remember the knife and the way the cold blade slid across the flesh on my arm and wince. I wanted to take a shower, but I wasn't sure if I should with my arm still healing.

Sam's cell phone rings and he answers it. I catch only Sam's side of the conversation from the inside of the bathroom as I change my clothes. "Hey, what do you know about alternate worlds or realities?" Sam asks. "Why would he be asking about that?" I think to myself. "Okay, so there are books on it, but they are only theories?" Sam asks. "No, just was wondering, thanks. Good bye." Sam hangs up the phone.

"So what did he say?" Sam clears his throat and told him. "Well he told me that there are theories of alternate realities and alternate worlds, but that it's mostly just that." I come out of the bathroom and put my nightshirt into the dirty bag.

I walk over to Dean and sit down next to him. "How are you feeling?" He asks as he is cleaning the barrel of the gun. "Hungry." I reply. "We got you a muffin and a soda." I look on the coffee table and he must have noticed. "I stuck them on the end table."

I open my soda and grab the muffin and sit back down. "Sam asked Ash about what you told me and he said that there are only theories." I raised an eyebrow. "What did I tell you?" I ask as I take off the plastic wrap that the muffin came in. Dean stops and sets down what he was cleaning. "You told me if I believed in alternate worlds or realities."

"I don't remember telling you that, but I do remember that my name is Morgan Jacobs and remember what happened to me when I woke up on the side of the road and meeting you two and what happened with Gordon and the vampires." "I remember that, but I don't remember asking you about alternate worlds or realities."

Dean raised an eyebrow. "Do you remember last night?" He asks. I nod my head. "I remember being cold and someone holding me closely and then after awhile I was warm and I remember my head hurting a lot and someone telling me it was going to be okay."

I glanced at Sam and then at Dean and noticed Sam had stopping typing and were staring at each other. "What?" I asked. Sam clears his throat and goes back to his laptop. Dean looks down at me on the couch.

"You had a high fever and you were shivering badly and the bedspread wasn't helping, so I climbed into the bed and held you to keep you warm." "Oh, well that would explain why I felt cold at first and then warm."

Sam looked up from the laptop. "You didn't tell her you were only in your boxers." Sam added. Dean looks up at Sam and then back down at me. "I read that bare skin makes more body heat." "What in a skin magazine?" I replied.

Dean glared at me, but I know it wasn't a real one. Still it would explain why I felt warm after awhile. I get up and take my garbage and shove it in an empty plastic bag. I pick up all of the trash and stick it in the plastic bag. I make the beds and clean up the room a little.

I open the door and walk out and close the door. I take the garbage and carefully walk to where the trash cans are and open it and shove the plastic bag in there. I put the lid back on and look around. I walk back to the room and walk in and shut it.

Dean finishes cleaning the barrel of the gun and puts it back together. I handed him the bullets he took out and he slips them back into the barrel. "So you remembered your last name." I nod my head. "I just remember my first and last name." I tell him as I pick up a stone and then one of the knives and start to sharpen it.

Dean watches me. "Well it's a start." Dean tells me as he picks up a couple of items to fill. He takes the plastic bottle and starts to fill up a flask. "What is that?" I ask. Dean doesn't look up and answers. "Holy water." And I answer. "Oh."

Sam clears his throat. "Morgan do you remember anything else about yourself?" I think for a moment and then I shake my head. "I'm 32 years old and that's it." Sam goes back to the laptop. I help Dean with the weapons and whatever needs to be done.

I finally ask them. "Do you think I'll get my memory back?" Sam looks up from the laptop and turns to look at me. "It's hard to say." I sigh. "Don't worry, we'll help you as much as we can. " Dean tells me as he is putting everything back in the large green bag.

Sam picks up his cell phone and waits for an answer. "Hi, can I speak to Ash?" "Okay." "Hi, I was wondering if you could help me, I need information on a Morgan Jacobs." "Yes, that's the one that you met at the Roadhouse." "Yes her last name is J-a-c-o-b-s and she's 32 years old." "Okay thanks."

Sam hangs up the phone. "I thought I'd call in a favor." I don't say anything as I get up and walk out of the motel room and find a place outside to sit. The weather is nice and warm and I sit on a green patio chair and let my legs rest on the chair next to me.