Chapter 30: Fire Up the Night

Morgan was sitting at a table with Sam and Dean. All three of them had their laptops out researching the history of the house to find out who the man was. Morgan had a feeling the other two were working slower to give her a chance to be the one to find the answers on her first case. Though Dean was on the phone currently, talking to Castiel about what probably happened with Morgan's hands in the basement earlier today. She felt like she was banging her head against the wall, not finding anything, until she accessed public record. She worked her way back through the history of the house, going through one blood bath after another until she found what she was looking for. Wife murders husband, and three cases of dead children, their dead children, that were written off as accidents. She was almost glad that the mother wasn't haunting the house. They may as well have even more deaths occur in that house that haven't already been committed by her now ethereal drunkard of a husband.

"Okay so they're a family from 1986. The dad was an abusive drunkard but friends with people in the police force so when he killed all three of his children, they wrote them off as accidents. First his youngest. Twin boy and girl, aged five. The little boy died first, he was pushed down the stairs from the middle of them, died when his head hit the floor. The police report declared he fell. Second was his youngest daughter, the other twin. He beat her to death apparently for breaking a plate while he was trying to sleep. She woke him up, and he beat her to death. The police wrote it off as her falling down the hill into the woods behind their house. Then he killed the oldest because she tried to run away when he decided he wanted to go into her room in the middle of the night after she had a nightmare that woke him up. She fought back and he choked her to death. Police report said she had a deadly allergic reaction to something," Morgan read out somewhat quietly so no one in the coffee shop would hear despite the fact that there weren't really that many people in the cafe in the first place.

"That's one sick bastard," Sam told her. Morgan nodded.

"No kidding. His wife couldn't take it anymore when she lost her last kid. In the middle of the night, she slit his throat. She only went to prison for five years because the judge took pity on her, she got out in 3 with parole, and left town. Meanwhile her husband is buried in the local cemetery. I'm writing down the plot number and we can go there tonight and burn the bones so we can get the hell out of here in the morning," Morgan explained as her dad put the phone down finally and glanced between Sam and Morgan.

"Alright, I talked to Cas about your little hand trick and he said it had to do with your incantation. It was a sort of magic that you were tapping into that took the form of a sort of defense mechanism that allowed your telekinetic powers to affect the ghost. Kind of cool though. You can touch ghosts now, but I still prefer you be armed with salt and iron at all times… cause… you know… safety first," Dean laughed. Morgan felt like it was all coming together finally.

"Wait so I can use magic now and it's you won't consider it taboo?" Morgan asked.

"Well yeah," Sam started.

"No, wait, hang on a second," Dean objected. "You're going to only use the magic approved by Sam and I. Okay? Nothing else. Magic corrupts so no funny business okay?" Dean told her and Morgan rolled her eyes.

"Alright, fine. So are we gonna wait till nightfall to burn the bones or are we going to be ballsy and do it now so we can get home?" Morgan asked. But she knew what they were gonna say.

"Any day now, kiddo," Dean stated, leaning against the Impala as Morgan finished taking a long and dragged out sip of her strawberry milkshake. She set the large styrofoam cup on the hood of the car and approached the grave. They didn't bother pulling out the shovels from the trunk, as they had a better method present now. Morgan held out both hands, palms down, then she focused. She moved her hands outward in a circle till her hands were palm up like she was scooping fist fulls of dirt, but in reality, all of the dirt above the grave was scooped by massive invisible hands, her hands, and dropped in one big pile next to the grave. Since it was her first real case, Morgan did the honors.

The teenager willed the casket to crack open, dust flying into the air with the sudden release of all the gases from the decomposed body escaped and permeated her nose. It was the smell of death. She poured the salt into the grave, drizzled gasoline on it, and lit her match. She stared at the flame for a moment before dropping it into the open grave. The bones burst into flames, illuminating the night. She nearly started laughing her ass off as she warmed her hands on the fire of the dead body of a murderer. After she got a handle on herself, Morgan waited until the bones had finished burning. The flames snuffed out by the completion of their own task. She reached out once again with her hands, this time her hands were bent towards each other, her palms facing herself. She pulled her hands towards herself, causing the dirt to be pulled back into the grave, filling it once again. She smoothed the dirt flat and walked back to the car, grabbing her milkshake off the hood and taking another sip.

"We done here?" She asked, and Sam raised his eyebrows with slight surprise.

"Well, that streamlined the process," he commented.

"Yeah… why have we never thought of enlisting a psychic for this before? Beats shoveling for hours," her father laughed. Morgan rolled her eyes. "Alright, let's go kiddo," he told her. Morgan climbed into the backseat of the car.

"So like, are you guys going to go to my first soccer game?" Morgan asked as her dad started the engine. Sam and Dean looked at each other for a minute before looking back at her with wide grins.

"We wouldn't miss it for the world."

The Next Morning

"It felt so amazing! I know I didn't really get to be a part of the whole pretending to be an FBI agent or a police investigator, but summoning the present ghosts in that basement? Those kids were so heartbreaking and I got to set them free because they were only holding onto earth because they wanted to warn people about their dad! We even went back to the house before getting back to the motel and I got to talk to those kids, tell them that they don't have to worry about their dad anymore. I got to tell them that he was gone, and it was like a force of pure light, I could feel them at peace before their souls went to heaven," Morgan told her mother as the two of them were sitting under the tree. Her mother laughed and beamed with pride over her daughter.

"I'm glad the summoning spell worked. I didn't quite want to tell you it was magic until you've tried it since you told me that you are apparently not allowed to use magic," her mother explained.

"Well, now there's a deal in place. I can use magic if my dad or Sam can see what it is first an what the spell needs. They can say if I can or can't use particular bits of magic," Morgan explained as she started to use her telekinetic abilities to wave patterns into the grass. Her mother laughed.

"Well I'm glad you're at least learning through experience. I didn't really get much help with the whole psychic thing. I wasn't nearly as strong as you when I was alive. And now that I'm dead I've been able to commune with my ancestors and learn how to maneuver the afterlife," her mom told her. Morgan kept manipulating the grass, like the wind was blowing through it. She just kept making swirling patterns in the field before her. But something made her stop.

"Mom…" Morgan trailed off as she picked up on a sound. It was an annoying sound.

"Morgan," She heard her own name, clear as a bell. The sound continued.

"Mom, what is that?" She asked. Her mother smiled.

"Oh shoot, I must've been holding on too long, sweetheart," Her mother told her as Morgan began to feel like she was being shook but nothing was actually happening. She knew that meant it was happening in the real world.

"Morgan? Morgan! Wake up!" Morgan heard her dad yell at her as her eyes opened. It took her a moment to realize that her dad was holding her in his rather large hands by the shoulders, her back lifted just enough for her head to dip back to graze her pillow. The sound she heard in the dreamscape was her alarm was still going off.

"What the hell…" Morgan was extremely groggy and could barely get a grip on her own consciousness being ripped from the dreamscape so suddenly. It was taking a minute for her mind to snap back into place.

"Jesus… you scared the hell out of me," her dad let her go and let out a sigh of relief. "What just happened?" That question caught Morgan off-guard. She had no idea what to say.

"I… um…" she swallowed nervously and felt how dry her throat was. "Uh… mom…" Morgan didn't know what to say but she could barely stop herself from saying it. The longer she had been living with her father and uncle, the more she came to trust them and the two of them trust her. It was getting harder and harder to lie to them.

"Are you saying you were having a dream about your mother?" Dean asked as Morgan reached over and finally turned off her alarm. She was behind schedule by about seven minutes, but she was gonna make up for it. Today was important.

"Uh… Kind of?" Morgan told him, scared that he was going to ask a question that she would have to answer and it was going to upset her mother.

"What do you mean kind of?" Her father pushed. Morgan felt like she was on the verge of tears because she had felt so guilty for hiding it in the first place. Instead of bursting into tears, the words burst from her mouth.

"Mom made a what she calls a dream scape, or an alternate reality, that she talks to me in. She's been teaching me stuff, like that incantation that helped us with the ghosts. She's the reason why I've been getting better. She's been teaching me how to be a stronger psychic at night," Morgan blurted. She couldn't even begin to understand the expression on her father's face, and after this new revelation, she was too afraid to use her empathic powers on him to find out. There was a long enough pause that Morgan's backup alarm started going off again. She was quick to turn it off and when she looked back at her father, he finally broke the silence.

"You are communicating with your dead mother and you didn't think to tell us? Wait… how long have you been doing this?" He asked her, and once again, she couldn't stop the truth from spilling out.

"Since maybe halfway through December?" Morgan told him. He pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Morgan. It's March and you've been hiding it from us for this long? Why?" He pressed. Morgan almost started crying that time. She felt so terrible, like she had betrayed them. She did betray them.

"Because he told me not to tell you! I was so scared that if I told you, she would stop talking to me. Jonah was dead and I had just gotten my mother back! I didn't want to lose her…" The damn broke and Morgan finally began crying.

"Hey, no… shhh… don't cry," He pulled his daughter into his chest and held her. "I completely understand okay? Just please don't hide anything like that from me again, okay?" She nodded her head, slightly rubbing it against her shirt as she did her best to stop the tears from falling.

"I'm sorry," she told her father as she wiped her eyes.

"It's okay," He gave her a reassuring look. "Now go get ready for school, today is a very important day for you," he referred to the announcement of who would be on the soccer team and what level team they'll be on. Morgan nodded, wiping away more tears before she got up and when into her bathroom to brush her teeth and start getting ready. Her mornings had been getting a bit easier since soccer practices were making her shower at night after practice. Her dad got up off her bed and closed her bedroom door behind him as he walked out. It was as she was putting on a pair of jeans and a sweater that she started to smell breakfast.

Dean

"We got a problem, Sammy," Dean told his brother as he set a plate of food down for him and placing one out for Morgan, knowing she would be out of her room soon.

"What do you mean?" Sam questioned, dawning a confused look.

"You're not going to bring it up to Morgan, not under any circumstances. But she just told me that her mother has been communicating with her from beyond the grave," Dean explained. Sam froze before saying anything else.

"But even for a psychic that's impossible… unless…"

"Either Michelle isn't dead, or something else is talking to my daughter."