Chapter 14: Welcome to the Family
"Winchester! Lisowski!" Morgan looked over to see the principal. "My office! Now!" Morgan immediately grabbed her backpack and began walking to the principle. Lainey had a different idea. She ran up behind Morgan and jumped on her back. Morgan threw her off like she was nothing, forcing the blonde into the ground once again.
"Are you freaking kidding me? Touch me again, Lainey and I will hit you. I will break your nose and you'll have to get a shitty nose job because we live in Kansas," Morgan threatened.
"That's enough, Winchester!" Principal Juergens ordered. Morgan put her hands up like she was surrendering.
"I'm done, ma'am," Morgan assured her before walking towards the office. Mrs. Juergens stayed behind for a moment to make sure that Lainey got up and came to the office. Once they were in Mrs. Juergens' office, they had to sit in two chairs in front of the principal's desk, the chairs places a few feet away from each other to avoid conflict. Though, Morgan wasn't going to have a problem so long as Lainey didn't start anything. Mrs. Juergens sat down in her chair and looked straight into their eyes.
"I have called both of your parents and they'll be here shortly. Until then, just sit tight and think about what the two of you have done," the principal told them. They just sat there. Morgan looked over and saw Lainey was secretly scrolling through instagram on her phone. The psychic decided to be annoying and used her telekinesis to make the phone fly out of the blonde's hands and fall onto the floor. Morgan did her best not to laugh as Lainey fumbled for her phone.
"No phones," Mrs. Juergens snapped at her. Lainey groaned and put the phone into her backpack. Morgan was just chilling, sitting there in the chair, watching the clock on the wall as she waited to find out which one was going to show up to be her parent in this disciplinary meeting, either tweedle dum or tweedle dean. After about fifteen minutes, Lainey's father showed up. Morgan realized that Lainey was the spitting image of her father with the blonde hair and clear blue eyes.
"Is my baby okay?" Mr. Lisowski asked his daughter as he checked Lainey's face. Unlike Lainey's untouched face, Morgan had a black eye, though barely swollen, and a bruised cheek. She could already feel it swelling slightly.
"Daddy, she attacked me!" Lainey whined, causing Mrs. Juergens to roll her eyes.
"Then what is my daughter doing here? Shouldn't you just be punishing that little teenage weasel?" Mr. Lisowski snapped, looking at Mrs. Juergens like this was the weirdest thing he'd encountered all day.
"Mr. Lisowski, there were students that witnessed the incident and caught it on video with their cell phones. While we were waiting for you and while we're still waiting for one of Morgan's parents, I was being emailed different videos and statements that teachers had received. Your daughter is just as guilty in this situation as Ms. Winchester. We're going to wait for Ms. Winchester's parent to arrive before we get start-"
"Hi, sorry I'm late." Morgan looked back and saw her father. She was glad it was him and not Sam. Having her father here would work to her advantage. Maybe that weasel, Lainey's dad, would leave her alone if one of the big, bad, town marines was here, especially the one with an overprotective father instinct.
"Welcome, Mr. Winchester," Mrs. Juergens stated, completely and utterly unamused by this situation. But then her father smiled.
"Please, call me Dean. So what seems to be the problem here?" Dean was putting on the charm. Morgan noticed Mrs. Juergens just barely smirking, the right corner of her mouth just barely turning upward.
"Today after the lunch period, an incident occurred between the two girls. Here is the most complete video," Mrs. Juergens turned her computer monitor around and clicked play.
"Oh this should be good," Morgan mumbled, her father cracking a small smile, knowing that no matter who the opponent was, his daughter was going to kick their ass. They watched as Someone was filming a little thing for a senior running for student body president when Morgan walked into the frame. Just a few seconds later, Lainey was in the frame, yanking Morgan back by the arm. Lainey yelled at Morgan on the video and in the office, Morgan looked at Lainey, seeing how her father reacted to the video showing Lainey yell, He's mine, Winchester! Stay away from him! And then shoving her into the lockers for the second time
Morgan did her best not to laugh. The video showed her threatening Lainey, her obviously not wanting Lainey to touch her again, but Lainey yanked her arm again and pulled her to the floor. Lainey threatened her again, but Morgan got up and dared her to touch her again. Lainey's father gasped as he watched his daughter punch Morgan right in the face. Dean looked at his daughter and gave her quiet kudos for taking the hit like a champ. Lainey hit her again after demanding that Morgan fight back. Morgan got going on her condescending speech that she gave to Lainey that started with her catching Lainey's third punch and not letting go and ended with her throwing Lainey across the hall like a rag doll and calling her a bitch. The video ended when Morgan and Lainey walked away with Mrs. Jeurgens.
"Now that you've all seen the footage, I would like to deal with the situation," Mrs. Jeurgens stated.
"Well, then, what's the verdict?" Dean asked, trying really hard to maintain a stone cold expression to hide the fact that he was entertained by this whole shenanigans.
"Because the two of them are only freshman and it's their first offense, I will let them off with a warning and with a strong encouragement to you, the parents, to discipline your children how you see fit. Does that sound alright to you?" Mrs. Jeurgens went to confirm with Mr. Lisowski and Dean.
"Hold on a second, I'm all for restorative justice. But this girl… this little teenage weasel threw my daughter across a room-" Mr. Lisowski tried to argue, but was cut off.
"Sir, your daughter shoved Ms. Winchester into a locker twice, knocked her on the ground, punched her twice- and as you may have noticed she has a black eye and a swollen cheek -and your daughter instigated the whole situation. I will not be having students picking fights in my school. So you can either discipline her yourself, or I can give Ms. Winchester detention and Ms. Lisowski can serve a three day suspension-"
"That's not fair!" Lainey yelled. "That bitch-"
"Ms. Lisowski!" Mrs. Jeurgens yelled. "Do you want it to be a week long suspension and getting barred from cheerleading for two weeks?" Lainey fell silent. "That's what I thought. You two girls are dismissed from the rest of the day to take some time to think about what you've done so we can get a fresh start for the new school day tomorrow," Mrs. Jeurgens told them, then she handed each parent a flash drive. "Here's a copy of the video for each of you. Since they're minors, the footage belongs to the two of you and I suggest you use it in your disciplining of your children." The principal sounded like she wasn't actually sure about the whole video situation, she just wanted to get rid of it and the footage not be her problem.
"Thank you, Mrs. Jeurgens," Morgan said quietly to the principal as she picked up her backpack and started to walk out with her dad.
"See you tomorrow, Winchester. Bright and early," Mrs. Jeurgens called after her as she and Dean walked out of the office and went ahead with walking to the parking lot on the side of the school. They remained silent, even when they stopped at her locker and grabbed the homecoming ask poster and football and her cheer bag since she wouldn't be needing it today. It was when they were just ten feet away from the car when the silence broke.
"I can't wait any longer!" Dean laughed. "Who asked you to homecoming and do I need to give them a talking to?" her father joked with her. She couldn't tell if he was genuinely curious or not about it, but she decided to tell him anyway.
"You remember Jonah, right? He asked me and I said yes and I got a cupcake with cookie dough in the middle of the cake stuff or whatever," she told him. Dean seemed a little bugged with the idea of Jonah wanting to be around Morgan.
"So this boy, is he going to have to come to the bunker to pick you up for the dance…?"
"Oh, god no. I don't think I trust him enough for that. I already have plans to get ready for the dance with the girls in my friend group so I'm going to get ready at one of their houses and he and the other boys will meet us there to take pictures and drive us to the dance," Morgan explained.
"Does this mean I have to take you to buy a dress?"
"Yes, dad. Yes it does," Morgan told him, her voice filled with laughter. The two of them got into the car and pulled out of the parking lot.
"Do you want to buy your dress today?" Dean asked as he and Morgan pulled onto the interstate. It was either keep going and head to the mall, or get off a couple exits early and go to the bunker.
"I mean I probably should considering the dance is in two weeks at it's only one in the afternoon," she reasoned for herself. Dean laughed.
"I'll buy your dress if you promise to tell Sam I was hard on you about the fight. He might think you need discipline, but that would kind of make him a hypocrite considering Sammy used to get into fights all the time at school, especially when he was younger than you were, before he hit the growth spurt and got to the height he's at now," Dean bargained. Morgan gave him a smile.
"Fine, I promise that I'll tell Sam you… Lectured me in the car and that I'm grounded from friends for the week?" She tried to figure out a plan, but her father shook his head.
"Sam knows I'm not the grounding type. Just say I lectured you and told you that if you do it again I'll kick your ass." Morgan nodded in agreement to her father's plan and they got going to the mall. The teenager just hoped that she could find a decent dress at this middle-of-nowhere-kansas-mall. It just took them maybe 20 minutes going 75 on the interstate to get to the mall, and 15 minutes for Morgan to map out which stores she needed to visit that would stay in her budget. There was no actual budget stated by her father and Morgan still had a lot of money in her stash from her mother, but she wasn't big on spending a lot of money on things that aren't super important.
Morgan and her father meandered their way through the mall visiting store after store. She tried long dresses, She tried short dresses. She tried red dresses, she tried blue dresses. Morgan felt like she had tried every color in the rainbow and then some as she tried dresses that her haltered, dresses with plunging necklines that her father didn't much care for but Morgan could get away with since she was rather skinny and was just a cup shy of being flat chested. She tried tight dresses, loose dresses, fit and flare, a-line, and wrap dresses. She felt like she couldn't find the perfect one. She even tried a few sets where it was a crop top and a skirt, but those weren't necessarily her cup of tea either. Morgan herself was a shot of irish whiskey or fireball, but for this dance she needed to be a rosé or a merlot.
She felt like nothing was going to fit right and that she wasn't going to find a dress… until she did.
Dean and Morgan walked through the front door of the bunker, catching Sam off guard when the dog barked to signal their presence. Sam knew why Dean had to go in and get Morgan, but he was wondering what was taking them so long to get home from school. He got his answer when Morgan walked in with her head down, like she was trying to hide something on her face. Dean was carrying Morgans backpack and cheer bag as the teenager cowered and slinked down the hall to get to her room with a poster, a football, and a somewhat large shopping bag. Dean followed her daughter to her room, Sam could just barely hear his brother say something he could quite make out before Dean walked into the kitchen. His brother's presence in the kitchen started getting on with making dinner. Sam got up and walked down the hall and knocked on Morgan's door. When she answered, he finally saw that she had a swollen, bruised cheek and a black eye.
"So you got into a fight today?" He asked and Morgan's head drooped.
"Yeah… Dad lectured me in the car," She told him as she pulled a garment bag out of the shopping back and hung it up in her closet.
"You guys went shopping?"
"Yeah, I got asked to homecoming today," Morgan told him as she sat on her bed and started working on her homework.
"That's cool. Hey, I say. I'm not mad that you got into a fight. I'm just disappointed that you let the other kid get in some hits. If you wanna be a real Winchester, you gotta put that kid on his ass," Sam told her. She laughed.
"Oh, I did. Dad has a video if you want to see it," Morgan said. Sam looked like she piqued his interest.
"I just might watch it. But don't tell Dean what I said. He was a bit hard on you and he can be since he's your dad and all. Even though, technically he's being a hypocrite because Dean used to get into fights all the time. One time I got beat up and Dean threatened to rip the lungs out of the guy who hit me." Morgan sat there with surprise till Sam said he was just gonna leave her to it and walked out of her room.