Chapter 5: Somewhere I belong

Disclaimer: There are two F bombs in the chapter

It had been two months since Sam and Dean whisked Moran away to Lebanon, Kansas and somehow, she had convinced them to train her like any other hunter's kid. Naturally, since she was Dean's daughter, they trained her a bit harder. She was in the Bunker's gym with her fists taped as she punched the bag repeatedly while heavy metal music blasted from her bose speaker that she brought with her from her room. She knew her dad and uncle were out on a hunt nearby and would be back soon, so she was standing there, in her sports bra and athletic shorts and gym shoes as she punched the bag harder and harder. When she finished, she pulled out the gymnastics mats that were stacked in the corner of the gym. The teenager stretched herself out and got into the floor work she used to always do when she was in gymnastics. She knew she probably wouldn't get to do it anymore since there probably weren't any gymnastics gyms close by and her parental figures wouldn't exactly want her off by herself outside the bunker or even want to sit and watch her do the same things over and over for hours on end.

She took a deep breath and got a running head start. She'd do a roundoff, then back track and start over. Then a roundoff back handspring. Then a roundoff-back-handspring into a back tuck. She did layouts and front tucks, halfs and fulls, doubles, brannies, cartwheels with two hands, one hand, aerials, the splits, hyper extension, front walkovers, back walkovers, handstands, walking on her hands, though she was never that good at walking on her hands. She was never really effectively trained, the sessions were too expensive. She always had gone in during the open sessions where you could learn, but you weren't committed to the gym. She had been doing those for so long that the tumbling was almost second nature. But she hadn't really been in the gymnast shape. Her mom just liked giving her something to blow off some steam since there weren't a lot of school sports she could have joined at her middle school. All the school's sports started in high school. If you wanted to play before that, you had to play club, and she couldn't do that with her mom working.

Morgan was drenched in sweat, so she paused and grabbed her hand towel, wiping herself down before drinking some water. She moved back to the punching bag, using it to cool down from the tumbling. She punched and punched, swung her elbows at it, even backed up and gave the bag a swift roundhouse kick that sent it swinging. She stopped the bag, steadying it for a moment before getting back to work. She paused when her favorite song came on. She didn't listen to it often because she thought her dad and uncle would disapprove over her listening to it, with all the profanity and all. She was bouncing around to the beat, whaling upon the bag with all her might. It almost stung how hard she was hitting it, but it was the only thing that made her feel better, that made her cope. She'd just pretend that the bag was the demon.

"What song is this!" She heard her father yell from the doorway. The teenager was drenched in sweat again. She walked over and turned the music down for a moment.

"What was that?" She asked him, not quite sure what she heard him say.

"I said: What song is that?" Dean asked her again. Morgan laughed.

"Can I swear?" She asked and he laughed.

"Sure."

"The song is: Everybody's Fucking in a UFO by Rob Zombie," She told him and he got this look on his face. "What?"

"You listen to Zombie? As in White Zombie?" Dean questioned, sounding surprised.

"As in the legendary song Welcome to Planet Motherfucker? Yeah, I listen to White Zombie. But I like his Rob Zombie stuff better," She told him as she dried off her sweaty body with the towel.

"Cool, nothing wrong with that," Her dad told her as he walked away from the door. But then, he came back a second.

"Take a shower and get ready kid, we're going to the fair for fireworks and such," Dean told her, and she gave him a confused look.

"Why are we going to the fair?" She asked him, and her father smiled.

"It's the Fourth of July, kiddo, and we are a very patriotic family," he told her as he walked away from the door. She grabbed her things and walked out of the gym, heading back to her room. She locked to door behind herself and peeled off her sweaty clothes, tossing them into her laundry hamper. She got into the shower and wash quick to wash up. Morgan even shaved her legs since she knew it was going to be hot outside.

When the teenager stepped out of the shower, she dried herself off and covered herself in lotion after twisting her hair up into a towel. She passed her mirror while in her undergarments and surprised herself. She hadn't been one for looking in the mirror much lately. She would just wake up, eat, train, and sleep. She saw herself in the mirror and realized that the last two months of training had finally effected her, well, she finally noticed the effects. The teenager was a bit more lean and a lot more toned. She had a little bit more of a butt and that made her grin a bit. Morgan pulled herself away from the mirror and continued to get ready for the night out with her parentals. She went through her closet 3 times, not sure what she wanted to wear until she got to the dresses.

Morgan pulled out a simple sundress. It was white with thin straps and a somewhat deep v-neck and the hem at her mid thigh. Her mom had always been fine with her wearing it since she didn't have much in the chest department and she always wore spandex underneath. The teenager made sure she was wearing what she new knew to be her anti-possession charm. Then, she put on a black leather choker that matched the leather cord that her charm was on. She wanted to really look nice while still fitting in for her first real night out in this small town, so she put on some socks and slipped into the pair of vans she wore the least because they didn't match everything. They were a pair of light blue high topped vans.

She walked back to the bathroom and blow dried her hair. Though it was normally straight, when she finished it was just like normal, but with a little bit more volume with her thick mass of hair. Morgan didn't bother too much with makeup aside from some nude eyeshadow and some winged eyeliner to go with her mascara. She grabbed her purse and double checked that it had everything she needed in it. Her phone, her wallet, eyeliner, mascara, a hex bag, and her two knives. The rather big demon knife hiding at the bottom of the bag with a slightly smaller silver dagger. Both were just incase of emergencies, but the hex bag would most likely take care of the need for the demon knife. Morgan gave one last twirl in front of the mirror, and she felt satisfied with her appearance. She walked out of her room and found herself in the main room where Sam and Dean were waiting for her. They each cracked a smile at her arrival.

"Good to know you clean up nice," Sam laughed, causing Morgan to roll her eyes. She looked over at Zoey's dog dish to double check that the animal had food.

"I should probably take the dog out before we go…" She moved to grab Zoey's leash, but Dean stopped her.

"Already taken care of. Let's roll, kiddo," Dean told Morgan as he and Sam got up out of their chairs. She followed them into the garage and got into the car. Per usual, she was in the back seat behind her dad. It was instinctual to want to hide from him in car rides. She still wasn't quite bonded with him yet and they would barely say a word to each other aside from training and cooking. That was about it. She usually talked to Sam. It was much easier to talk to her new uncle than to her newfound father.

It wasn't a long drive before they were at a large open field filled with carnival rides, games, and food trucks. This was something she would've attended back in Ft. Mitchell before she was uprooted, so this somewhat felt like home. It was like she belonged here among the flashing lights and funnel cakes. Sam and Dean walked with her straight to the food trucks. Pretty soon, they were at a wooden picnic table with a burger to each of them, a big plate of fries, and a funnel cake. Morgan didn't say a word. She just sat there and listened to the music and the laughter and screams of joy of the patrons on rides like the pendulum, the drop tower, zero-gravity, the scrambler, the swings, the teacups, bumper cars, all of them. She just loved being here. Towards the end of the set up for the fair was a large stage with some local band performing original songs, or maybe they were covers? Morgan wouldn't really know since she doesn't usually listen to the radio anymore. She was usually just holed up in the bunker, beating a punching bag, blasting the same music that she's been listening to for the last two years aside from a couple of new songs that she would add here and there. It was only when they had finished their food that Morgan went exploring off by herself. She wandered about, looking at the lights and doing some people watching. They all seemed so normal. Then, someone bumped into her.

"Oh crap, sorry, I wasn't really paying attention," a boy just a few inches taller than her said. He had a sort of auburn-brown hair that had a few streaks of blond going through the front. Judging by the few blonde hairs in his eyebrows, she figured the blonde was natural, and not so much of a life choice. His ocean blue eyes bore into hers and for probably not the first time in her life, she felt speechless.

"I, uh, hi," she felt like she sounded like an idiot, so she pulled herself together. "It's fine, no harm, no foul," she assured him. He gave her a look.

"Hey, I've seen you around town before. You're the one always running errands with the two Marines," he recognized her. She had almost forgotten that Sam and Dean were always known as the marines when they settled here in Kansas so they could explain their coming and going behavior.

"Oh, yeah… My dad and uncle… the marines…" She said enthusiastically as she sighed, starting to walk away, but the boy walked with her.

"What? Got a problem with marines?" He asked, and she shook her head.

"No, just the being left home alone part," She quickly told him, knowing that she had to stick to the cover story.

"Yeah, my dad was a marine and had to leave a lot when I was younger, but he's a cop now," The boy told her as he walked with her.

"A ex-marine turned policeman? Really?" Morgan asked him, interested now. She spotted Sam and Dean across the way, her father raising an eyebrow. She shrugged to him with a confused expression while the boy walked with her.

"Yeah, he's right over there," he pointe out a man in a sheriff's uniform. She smirked.

"You didn't say he was the town Sheriff. You really must not get away with anything in your house," She joked as he put his hand on her shoulder and guided her over to a food truck.

"You only don't get away with things if you get caught," He grinned before getting the server in the truck's attention. "What kind of ice cream do you like?"

"What?" She laughed, looking him with a confused look still donned on her face.

"I'm buying you one of the best milkshakes in town. Now tell me your favorite flavor of ice cream," he looked at her expectantly, waiting for his answer. She was absolutely baffled by this kid.

"I don't even know your name!" She kept laughing, as she often did when she was uncomfortable.

"My name's Jonah. Jonah Maifeld." He put his hand out. Morgan shook it and smiled.

"Morgan Winchester," She told him. "Oh, and cookie dough."