Chapter 15
"Morgan, Morgan can you hear me?" I hear a voice and recognize it as Dean's. I open my eyes and look up at him staring down at me. "What happened?" I sit up and look over and see the headless vampire and his head next to him.
"I think you fainted." Sam said standing next to the Impala. "I did?" I ask. He bends down and gently helps me up. "You didn't swallow any of his blood did you?" Dean asks with a concerned look on his face. "No I kept my mouth shut even when he was trying to get me to open my mouth." I told them as I used my long sleeve shirt to wipe off my mouth.
"Good job." Dean whispers. "Thanks." I tell them as I look at the other dead vampires decapitated. "Can we go now?" I ask as I really want to leave. "Sure." Sam opens the back door and I climb in and he shuts the door.
"Let's get a room soon and hit the road early in the morning." I nod my head. "Sounds like a plan." I reply. Dean leans in and holds out the knife. "Here you earned it, it's yours." I take the knife and stick it in the waist of my jeans. "Thanks."
We go about another couple of miles and find a motel and it has no couch. It has two beds and a recliner chair. I go into the bathroom right away and clean myself of the blood on me and carefully use a wet wash cloth and wipe off my face, hands and even my hair off.
I notice my neck and the bruises that have the outline of a hand. I touch it and then I turn to examine my neck and there are no marks of teeth. "Thank heavens." I think to myself. I finish and change into my last nightshirt. "We have to do laundry soon." I think to myself.
I come out and they are drinking beer. Sam is on his laptop sitting on the bed on the far right and Dean has turned on the TV and is sitting in the recliner chair. I look to see that the bed closest to the bathroom is empty.
"We figured you would want the bed closest to the bathroom." Dean looks up as he takes a long drink from the beer bottle. "Thanks." I reply. I climb into the bed and pull the covers up to my chest. "We're going to have to do laundry soon." I tell them.
Sam looks up. "I'm pretty sure we can do it on the way.""Okay." I reply. I turn to my side and close my eyes. I'm tired. I need to start keeping a journal to get everything I'm feeling out of my system. I really was hoping that the trip would be uneventful. I should have realized that being with those two that is an understatement.
Dean grabs the remote and clicks off the TV. He stands up and walks over to Sam. "You think she's going to be okay?" Dean asks as he grabs another beer. "I mean everything that's happened to her already." Dean adds. "I don't know." Sam replies and turns the laptop around. "I found this."
Dean looks at the screen. "Missing: Morgan Jacobs age 32. Description: Short Brown Hair. Blue/grey eyes. 4'll. Wears lined bifocal glasses. DOB is 2-17-74. "Here is a picture of her that they got from her aunt who saw her the last time at Easter." Sam brings up the picture. "That's her."
Sam points to the bottom. "Here's the interview." Dean reads it out loud. "We had Easter dinner together since she has lived with me in Wisconsin, since she was 12. She always calls me if she is going to be late for work and when she didn't come back home, I had to wait the required time to file her as a missing persons." "She doesn't drive, but she always takes a taxi or takes the bus."
"So how did she get from Wisconsin all the way to Montana?" Dean asks. He glances at the bed Morgan is sleeping in. Sam shrugs. "I don't know." Dean drinks the rest of his beer. "Keep digging." Dean tells Sam as he grabs another beer and sits back down in the recliner and turns the TV back on.
I wasn't asleep and heard everything. "How did I get in Montana?" I ask myself. I drift off to sleep and the last thing I remember is the sound of the TV going off and the sound of steady breathing.