Chapter 16

I wake up and stretch. Sam and Dean are already up. I get up and go to the bathroom and come out dressed. I grab the soda and muffin on the night table that one of them got for me. "Eat up, because we'll be hitting the road as soon as the Impala is loaded up." Dean tells me as he drinks his coffee.

I slowly eat my muffin and drink my soda. It doesn't take long and we hit the road. I sit in the back and lean back and turn my head to watch the scenery go by. I have many thoughts running through my head.

Dean turns on the radio and we listen to classic rock. Sam opens his laptop and is working on it. I just stare out the window as the scenery goes by. I heard what they said about what they found. "I only have an aunt for family, because my parents died when I was 8 years old." "But how did they die and where did I go to live?"

"But how did I get from Wisconsin all the way to Montana?" I think to myself as my thoughts begin to wander more. "I have been missing, but for how long?" Sam never mentioned how long. "Morgan we'll stop and do laundry when we hit North Dakota okay?" Dean tells me. "Okay." I reply loud enough so they can hear me

I lean forward and rest my arms on top of the back of the front seat in-between them. "You know we could have flown, it wouldn't take so long to get there." I told them. Sam clears his throat. "Dean doesn't like to fly and we're use to driving where ever we need to go." Sam answers.

"That explains it." I tell them as I sit back in the backseat and turn my head to my left and look out the window again at the scenery going by. "We also get some of our cases just by driving through towns and cities."

"Understandable I guess." I tell them still looking out of the window and then I see the welcome to North Dakota sign. "Hello North Dakota." I think to myself. We stop and get some fast food and go to a small laundry mat. I'm so glad that it's pretty empty.

I realized my clothes can fit in the green duffle bag with my personal stuff. I just have 4 of everything, except the white cotton socks that came in a 6pk. I wash everything together on cold. I watch Dean as he sticks their clothes in a different washer and have to smile. "I'm surprised that their stuff comes out okay."

We get the laundry done and I fold all of my clothes and I make sure my personal stuff is sealed in the nice plastic travel bag so that nothing spills on my clean clothes. Dean and Sam just throw their clothes into their duffle bags. I sort of figured they would do that.

We hit the road once we are done and I'm not sure if we're just driving through or we're going to stop for the night. Dean turns on the radio and I'm so glad its classic rock. I hear a song and start to sing with it. It's the Rolling Stone's "Satisfaction."

Dean glances in the back and I just look at him and he tells me. "You know this song." I shrug. "I guess so, I mean when it came on I just knew the song." Dean glances at Sam and Sam shrugs. "Well it's nice to know that she has great taste in music."I have to smile at what Sam said about my taste in music.

I lean back and turn around and lie in the backseat on my back. I use my duffle bag as a pillow and close my eyes. I listen to the classic rock music that fills the car and drift off to sleep. "Wake up." I hear Sam's voice and a large hand shaking me awake.

I sit up and grab my duffle bag. "Where are we?" I ask as I look around. "We're at a Motel." Sam answers as he helps me out of the backseat. "I though we were going to drive through." Sam shrugs. "I guess we figure it would be harder for you on the road."

Dean comes back with the motel key and we take our stuff. There are two beds, a couch and I couldn't believe it an actual table with four chairs. I also notice that the room has a desk and a refrigerator. "Wow this is nice." I tell them as I pull out my unscented body wash for sensitive skin and my shampoo for my sensitive scalp.

I notice Dean's eyebrow goes up. "I have sensitive skin, okay?" Dean shrugs. "Didn't you notice the laundry soap I was using?" I ask Dean. Dean shakes his head. "It was unscented and with no dyes." I grab a night shirt and whatever else I need and go into the bathroom.

I turn on the shower and step in. I turn it to semi hot and adjust the shower head so the water hits me just right. I stand under it and close my eyes. Showers are like washing away worries and other things. It's not just for dirt and sweat. I open my eyes and grab the bottle of shampoo and start on my hair. I have to wash it twice, because of how thick it is.

I start on my body and notice that my skin is bare and unmarked. I pull off the bandage and look at the cut. It has a nice scab on it and with my finger I gently slide it down the scab to feel it. "I hope I don't get a scar." I think to myself. I pull off the square band-aid on my forehead and set them on the edge of the tub.

I dry myself off and my hair and I get dressed. I look in the mirror and study my face. I notice that the fingers around my neck are fading. I'm so happy about that. I can't stand my nose, it's too long. Not long like Barbra Streisand, but I have seen what a French nose looks like in the magazine at the laundry mat and I have it. "Belch."

"At least my face is smooth and blemish free." I think to myself while looking at my reflection. I finish drying my hair. I just squeeze it and don't rub it, because I don't need it to stand up all over the place. I use my fingers to fix it. No comb and no brush needed. I throw the bandage and band-aid that are stained with blood in the trash can by the toilet.

I walk out in a night shirt and put my dirty clothes in the plastic bag in my duffle bag. Sam is on his laptop at the desk and I look and notice Dean is gone. "He went to get something to eat, he'll be back soon." Sam tells me not looking up from the laptop. "How was the shower?" Sam asks as he looks up at me. "It felt great, you should take one."

I sit on the couch and turn on the TV. I use the remote and start channel surfing. I find a movie and keep it there. I don't even notice Dean back until I can smell the food. I turn to see Dean setting down the bags on the table. I get up and walk over and grab my food with the can of soda.

I sit back down on the couch and unwrap my food. I look up and see that they are both watching me and shrug. I ignore them as I get the wrapper laid down and grab the ketchup packets and squeeze them each on the wrapper. I let my fries drop right next to it and then grab my burger and take a bite.

I move my soda to the right next to the wrapper and I carefully open it. I look to see that they are staring at me and I finally tell them. "What, I like it this way." "I'm not saying anything." I narrow my eyes. "Well I can tell that you think it's weird." Sam shrugs. "Not me." I smile at Sam. "Thanks Sam." I tell him as I take another bite from my burger.

Sam takes a break from the laptop and joins us at the couch. I'm sitting in the middle of them and they look like giants compared to me. We watch the movie together. Dean hands Sam a beer and he takes one for himself. "I will miss them a lot when they go." "I think I'll ask them to get me a camera and I can take some picture of the rest of the road trip for new memories." I think to myself.

"Yes, I think new memories of my time with them will be a good thing." I yawn and check the clock. "It's 9pm already. I get up and grab our garbage and throw it in one of the bags the food came in. Dean is on his third beer and Sam I notice only drinks two. Dean on the other hand drinks three or whatever he finishes.

Sam goes back on the laptop when the movie is over. Dean sits next to me and I move closer to him he puts his arm around me I cuddle closer so that my head is resting on his side, my arm around his waist and my knees tucked under me. I feel safe and relaxed with his arm around me. Another movie comes on and I try to watch it, but my eyes close and I hear sounds around me and then blackness.

Dean looks down and notices that she has fallen asleep. He gently nudges her, but she doesn't wake up. He picks her up and carries her to the bed. Sam gets up and walks over and pulls the bedspread and cover sheet back. He gently lies her down. He takes off her glasses and sets them on the nightstand.

Dean gently covers her up to her chin and brushes the hair off her forehead. "We should get some sleep; we have a long drive ahead of us." Sam tells him as he walks into the bathroom. Dean looks down at her and when Sam walks into the bathroom, he gently kisses her forehead. "Sweet dreams."