Chapter 12: Like Real People Do

"Totally, for sure! I think I need a manicure! The lights, I swear, bleaching out my beautiful hair! Twenty four, thirty four, I don't even know the score! So go, go, fight, fight, gee I hope I look alright!" Morgan yelled right alongside her fellow cheerleaders, putting on a big smile and hitting all the moves to a tee. It was a lot easier to get people to pay attention when the cheerleaders in short skirts started acting stupid. Morgan hated this cheer, but the captains decided what cheers they did and as a freshman, she had no say in the matter. Maybe she would run for captain when she was a junior and change some things. But that was two years away. Instead, she was getting ready for the next cheer. But the moment the buzzer went off, she knew what it was time for. All the football players went to their locker rooms and the cheerleaders, which included Morgan, took the center of the field. They all got into position and Morgan took a deep breath, knowing what was about to suck all the energy out of her and always made the second half of the game feel like it was dragging on. The music started and she started dancing in sync with the other girls.

They were dancing to some extremely remixed cheer music. They would dance, then shift positions, dance more, two girls would do tumbling, shift positions, dance more, toe touches, more gymnastics, until the girls got into a line, kicking their legs high like the Rockettes as they sang the school fight song.

"Fight em, Spartans! Fight em, Spartans! We're from Oak Hills High! Win or lose we're all for you, together we will fight! Rah! Rah! Rah! Fight em, Spartans! Fight em, Spartans! Fight em for your fame! Come on, fellas! Fight! Fight! Fight! To win this game!" They all sang together as the school's marching band played along. Morgan walked off the field with the rest of the girls, they had a ten minute break until the boys got back on the field and they had to keep cheering. As she made her way to her water bottle on the ground in front of the bleachers, she noticed something out of the corner of her eye.

"Yeah, Morgan! Nice job, kiddo!" Her father and uncle were in the stands. They must've come to watch her cheer. Morgan flashed them a smile and did a showman's bow before grabbing her water bottle and chugging half of it. You'd be surprised how draining being a cheerleader was. Their halftime performance was only six minutes, but it always took a lot out of her, especially when they were practicing and had to do the routine over and over again. They still had ten minutes before they had to be back down on the sidelines, so Morgan climbed up through the bars at the bottom of the bleachers and walked up to her parentals.

"So you finally decided to come to one of these things, huh?" Morgan asked her father. He smiled and took a sip of his diet coke that he must've gotten from the concession stands.

"Well, I had to see for myself what you've been up to everyday after school," he told her. "Sam's just along for the ride-" her dad tried to tell her but Sam elbowed him in the side. "Okay, okay. It might've been Sammy's idea but we're here, that's all that matters," Dean fessed up.

"Yeah, and you did a really good job in that halftime show. I don't know how you can deal with getting tossed into the air like that," Sam complimented as she tightened her ponytail and brushed the flyaways back with her hands.

"Thanks I-" Morgan started, but someone came right up to them and cut her off.

"You didn't tell me you knew the town dream boats," Lainey said as the blonde lightly grabbed Morgan's arm. Morgan ripped her arm out of Lainey's grasp and side stepped away from the blonde that was standing a little too close to her.

"Okay, no. Go away, Lainey," Morgan snapped at her. She was absolutely uncomfortable in this given situation.

"What the hell, Winchester?" Lainey argued. Morgan had half a mind to punch her in the face.

"This is my dad and my uncle, Lainey. Not the town dreamboats. I don't care what you want, I don't care what you think, and I want you to just go away," Morgan told her. Lainey seemed unfazed as she shrugged with her big smile plastered to her face.

"Whatever, see you on the sidelines," Lainey said as she gave Dean and Sam a wink and a wave before walking back down the bleachers. Morgan groaned loudly and angrily for a moment.

"Calm down, kiddo. It's just a highschool barbie," Dean told his daughter. Morgan put her hands up like she was surrendering.

"I know, I know. I'm in control. I'm fine," Morgan assured them. They had been noticing that whenever she felt strong, negative emotions her power would get out of control. She would wake up every morning with things strewn around her room as she woke up from her nightmare. When she was angry, glasses would break, books would fly off the bookshelves in the bunker, chalk boards would crack at school, lockers would fly open and slam shut, whatever got her anger out would happen.

"You good, kiddo? Looks like you gotta get back down there," Sam reminded her. Morgan nodded.

"See you later then. I'll let you know if the girls want to go to the diner after the game," Morgan told them as she rushed back down to the sidelines and got into her position with the rest of the girls. It was a long affair of the two football teams vying for tonight's win. Morgan had a feeling that maybe the Spartans would lose, but no one wavered in their optimism that their team would win.

There was a minute left in the game, somehow the other team had come back. The teams were tied and the Spartans were on the complete opposite end of the field from their endzone. Jonah grabbed the ball, ran it wide, threw it to Aiden, and the entire team bolted. All of the Spartans boys rushing the end of the field. Morgan wasn't in the mood to see the whole school mope about moving to this team, so she decided to do a little bit of cheating. Every time someone got close to Aidan, Morgan would use her ability to slow them down and speed up her friend. She kept it up until he made a touchdown three seconds before the end of the game. They won. It seemed like the whole school rushed the field, starting with the cheerleaders. Lainey ran right for Jonah, but he bypassed her and ran to Morgan. He hugged her and she let him despite him in all his sweaty glory.

Sam and Dean had given Morgan permission to go to the diner with her friends after the game. She and Madison had changed out of their cheer uniforms in the girl's locker room and sent home their cheer bags with their respective parents. Morgan on the other hand still had a purse with concealed monster killing weapons just in case of emergencies. Morgan and Madison still had their perfect high pony tails and natural makeup that in reality was a bit gaudy and smokey. Madison was just hanging out with her boyfriend in her skater dress and varsity jacket paired with her highly predictable mayari birkenstocks with black leather straps. Morgan, on the other hand, was wearing her basic, loose white tank top with jean shorts and her varsity jacket with her white slip-on vans. The low cut of her tank top made her anti-possession necklace visible, which always made Morgan nervous, but her father always reminded her that if a demon can see it, you can almost tell when one is in your presence. They start looking at the charm like they're thinking through a million ways to take it off. Morgan knew that even if a demon wanted to take it off, Morgan steeped it in holy water daily. The substance was embedded in the leather cord now and it would burn a demon if they tried to take it off her. Either way, her friends thought it was a pretty cool necklace.

Morgan was at a booth with Jonah, Aiden, Marissa, Madison, Tyler, Joseph, Matthew and Lexi. It was a tight squeeze but they all fit just fine. It was a grab fest of hands going for burgers and fries and various milkshakes as their voices carried across the room with everyone else's, as this was the place for students to hang out after sports games. Morgan had her cookies and cream milkshake and her bacon double cheese burger, and she was happy. She had never really had friends like this before. Not even in Kentucky. If anywhere was home, it was here. By the end of the night, Morgan was sitting outside on a cement parking block next to Jonah. They were the last two at the diner, waiting for their parents to pick them up.

"Tonight was a lot of fun," Jonah told her. She looked over at him. His eyes were gazing out upon the nightscape as a car or two would drive past every so often with kids trying to get home after their post game.

"Yeah, wasn't half bad cheering for you guys. You could've at least gotten a lead against the other guys. I mean seriously, being left on suspense is a lot harder than it looks," Morgan teased, the two of them laughing as another car drove by.

"I thought we were going to lose for sure. Aiden definitely wasn't faster than their whole team. We got insanely lucky. You know, we've been getting lucky a few times lately. That or the ball would do some weird stuff like the wind blew it but no one really felt anything… I don't know, it just sounds weird," Jonah laughed. Morgan froze. She was getting noticed.

"It does sound weird…" Morgan agreed halfheartedly.

"Yeah… So do you think you've acclimated yet?"

"What?"

"To Lebanon? To Oak Hills? Even though there aren't really any hills-"

"Yeah, I think I've settled in. I mean, I had the whole summer to settle in before hand so…" Morgan explained. Jonah laughed.

"I mean, have you gotten used to School? Do you like it here?" He asked her. Morgan sighed.

"Yeah, I like it here. It's a better school experience than I had before. But it's not the same as before." The teenager spoke softly as her heart fell in her chest. The emotion surprised her as her mother pervaded her thoughts.

"You don't really talk about before. You always say you moved here to live with your dad, but you never talk about living in Kentucky. You barely talk about your life outside of school here-" Morgan cut him off by raising her hand. She knew his heart was in the right place, but her head wasn't in the right place.

"Jonah, I don't talk about it because I don't want people to know. I don't trust people," she admitted, starting to wring out her hands, as if she could wring out the stress through her palms.

"Do you trust me?" he inquired, causing Morgan to resist, not sure if she wanted to answer that.

"I don't know yet," She paused. Jonah went to say something else but she cut him off again, this time with the words, "But I'd like to." Jonah smiled at her. She could feel her face growing warm.

"If it helps, I trust you," Jonah told her, looking away from the nightscape to make eye contact.

"That's good. I'd hope so," Morgan commented. She looked away from him, twiddling her thumbs to try to work out her nerves. It wasn't often that she was alone with him. He took a deep breath, the exhale drawing her attention back to him.

"I know it sounds weird. But I like you. Like really like you," Jonah told her. Morgan wasn't sure what to say. But amidst her nerves, sarcasm poured through.

"Moving on quickly, I see," She joked. Jonah laughed and shook his head.

"I'm not saying I want to move quickly. But I wanted to tell you. I have wanted to tell you. Time and time again I've wanted to say it…" Jonah told her as a pair of headlights shone upon the two teenagers. It was the Impala, and it was time to go. Morgan stood up to leave, seeing her father on the phone in the driver's seat. It was probably about another case. Morgan turned back to Jonah, feeling that she couldn't just leave him there with the only thing she responded with having been a sarcastic comment.

"I like you too."