Chapter 20: Another Way to Die

"Poor, helpless, little Morgan. Can't fight back when you can't breathe," The demon crooned, using his free hand, Jonah's borrowed hand, to caress her reddening cheek. Tears streamed down her face as she looked into Jonah's eyes, knowing that they weren't his anymore. Her dream was coming to life.

Cas! Help me! Someone please help me… Morgan prayed. A creeping fear that she might not be able to save herself this time. She could never save herself in her dream, why would it be any different now? The demon had her, for real this time.

"Tell me," she croaked, "Was any of this real?" She asked him. Hoping that some part of her time with Jonah had been real. It was so much worse that a demon was inside his head. That means he knew the right buttons to push with her.

"How long have I been occupying your little boyfriend here? Since that night you killed my men, as incompetent as they were," He explained. Morgan's entire world was spinning, falling apart at the seams, melting away as her inebriated conscience tried to differentiate what was real and what was a hallucination. Maybe she was imagining the whole thing. Maybe this was all a dream. It's always a dream. She was gonna wake up. "Oh, don't fret, Morgan. I was just trying to provoke you. I just wanted you to use even the tiniest sliver of power. I wanted to know if you'd figured it out yet, and I wasn't about to parade in an adolescent teenage boy for nothing. I was going to force it out of you, and I got what I wanted," the demon ranted, feeling so pleased with himself.

"So? If I'm going to be dead," she struggled to speak as his hand tightened slightly, "or worse, you kidnap me, can you at least tell me who you are?" She asked. The demon was silent for the first time, a chilling smile creeping across his face. "Momma taught me… not to talk to strangers. Hi, I'm Morgan," she smiled through her fear.

"Hi Morgan, I'm Jonah," He told her. She tried to think of something else.

"Fine, but your eyes are black, which means you're low level and work for someone else. Who?" She was shaking, so afraid that he was going to try touching her again like he was before when she thought that he was still Jonah.

"Not that easy," He told her before dropping her, letting the teenage girl crumple to the floor, desperate to catch her breath. First, he grabbed her by the ankle, dragging her across the decaying wood floor. She clawed at the wood, grabbed at anything she could, trying to save herself as her screams echoed in the empty room. His hands worked their way up her body, moving from her ankles to her knees, to her hips, her hands as her chest lifted from the ground as her arms were pulled back, her elbows, her shoulders, until he was dragging her by her hair. The witch hat fell off as she watched it grow smaller and smaller as he dragged her down the hall, kicking and screaming. Once they got into his desired room, she saw the chains in the corner with enochian runes carved into the iron. She couldn't use her power. She kept trying and trying but he kept moving through it with slight resistance, like moving through water. He was getting stronger, and she was getting weaker. She couldn't even control the chains. She was helpless.

"What? Did you think I wouldn't level the playing field? I have a witch on my side, and what do you have? A pair of crackpot hunter parents and a dead mommy," the demon told her. It hurt so much more hearing it in Jonah's voice. "Every time you use your power on me, it's going to get easier and easier for me to resist until it doesn't work on me at all." He laughed, stroking her cheek with his hand. She wanted to throw up. But then she remembered the failsafe. He locked the door behind himself, and she prayed.

Castiel! She thought, not quite knowing how this was supposed to work. Help me! She thought, hoping he would hear her. She had a plan, but she needed the angel. The difficult part was that she didn't know how long she could wait the moment the demon started beating her. He made the mistake of hitting her in the head first, so she didn't even feel the next few blows from the discombobulation. She dropped to the ground and rolled between his legs, giving her enough time to stand up and get in a few swings of her own, trying to move to pin him. Maybe she keep him occupied long enough to exorcise the demon from her boyfriends body. But was he really her boyfriend considering that this whole time he's been a demon?

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica, er-"

"Oh no you don't!" the demon shouted as he punched her right in the throat. The crumbled, trying to catch her breath as he kicked her in the side. She could feel her rib crack as his foot impacted her bones.

Castiel, Please! Help me! She prayed as the demon stepped on her leg. She felt a searing pain flash across her leg as she heard the bone snap. She screamed out in pain as he laughed. She pulled the knife out to protect herself.

"Really? You think you kill me?" He laughed at her, walking towards her as she scooted herself back through the pain to the wall so she could prop herself up. She tried to stand. It was nearly impossible. Nearly. She could hear footsteps coming up the stairs. He went right for her and she swung the knife through her tears. He caught her arm and took the knife out of her hand. "You don't get to kill me. It won't be that easy," He told her. He stabbed the knife into her stomach, twisting the blade. It felt like her whole world stopped as she looked into the black eyes of the demon possessing the boy that she thinks she loves.

"Morgan?" she heard a familiar voice down the hall. The smile on his face as he leaned in and whispered into her ear.

"It was a bad idea to love him, Morgan. No matter who you love, I'm going to be right there to destroy you, slowly, intimately, in every way you're going to fear for the rest of your life… If you even live that long." He was about to walk away from her, but he made a mistake. While he was talking, abusing the voice he stole, she pulled the knife out of her stomach.

"I don't have to live that long. Just long enough for this," Morgan drove the knife right into his heart as she could feel her body growing cold. He flickered in golden light. The footsteps came down the hall, to the door that stood between her and them. She could hear them jiggling the door knob. For a moment, Jonah was there, finally. His eyes were welling up with tears and looked strained from the pain. The knife was still in his chest, and she didn't dare move it for fear of hurting him even more than she already had.

"I'm dying aren't I?" Jonah asked, swaying slightly on his feet as all the color began to drain from his face. Blood dripped from his chest, soaking his shirt. She nodded.

"I'm so sorry," She sobbed, tears falling faster than she could stop them. She was holding her stomach, the blood spilling out between her fingers as she she cried. "I'm so sorry Jonah, this is all my fault… I did this to you…" she touched his chest. She couldn't stop crying. His legs buckled beneath him, the teenage boy hitting the floor with a large thud.

"It's not... your fault," He told her as he faded. She wanted to throw up. But then the door was kicked down and she saw her dad and Sam.

"He… he was a demon…" She told them. They were frozen in the doorway, not knowing how to address the situation in a way that would in any way make her feel better about her dead boyfriend on the floor in front of her, with her own demon knife sticking out of his chest. They could probably hear her muffled sobbing from across the room.

"Morgan are you okay?" Dean asked with caution, inching forward to see her. It was probably a little too dark in this room for him to see her. She coughed, blood now coming up her throat and pooling in her mouth, dripping out. She felt like she was going to keep over and just vomit all of the blood that was probably pooling in her stomach.

"No," she answered. She tried to take a step, forgetting that her leg was broken. The pain would have been intense had she not lost as much blood as she already had. Morgan collapsed. She could see Sam and Dean running for her.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey. It's gonna be okay," her father told her as he picked her up off the ground. Sam grabbed the knife and pulled it out of Jonah's body as they carried Morgan out of the room and walked her down the stairs, out of the house. No one paid her any extra attention, probably thinking she was just too drunk and that all the blood was apart of her costume. She was drifting in and out of consciousness as her emotions streamed out of her with her blood.

"Dad…" She whispered, completely serene as they laid her across the back seat of the impala. Dean got behind the wheel, revved the engine, and sped out of the driveway they were on, nearly hitting some kids on the way out. "Dad…" She said a little louder, almost drowned out by the roaring engine of the car.

"You're gonna be okay, we're gonna get you to a hospital okay?" Dean told her. Morgan couldn't move. She was dying. She could feel it. She no longer felt the pain of her leg or even her ribs. Not even the knife wound could disturb the stillness of her fading self.

"It's okay," She told him, and for the first time, she'd seen an emotion on his face that she had never seen before. His eyes were bloodshot, welling up with tears that he didn't dare let fall.

"Yeah, it's gonna be okay, you're gonna be okay," He told her, but she just looked at him through the rearview mirror. She could see his eyes, those green eyes that reminded her that he was her father, the same green eyes that reminded her she had a family, and now they made her see that she was going to break him.

"No, I'm dying. I can feel it," She told him and she felt her body slide slightly as they rounded a tight turn. It was in that moment that she realized that Sam was in the back seat with her, making sure she didn't move too much. She could barely feel his hands on her, trying to keep her stable in the back seat.

"Don't say that, Morgan. We're gonna make it," He told her. She could feel her eyes wanting to close. She didn't want to fight it, but she did anyway.

"Dad…" She started to try to tell him what she wanted to tell him, but her eyes drifted closed and she barely had the energy to get the words out. "It's gonna be okay…" The feeling of the car around her vanished. She couldn't feel Sam. She couldn't even hear her father talking to her anymore. I guess this is what dying is like, she thought to herself before she slipped away.