A/N: First of all, big shout out to sjwmaw, RoseAmeliaSarahNoblePond, and BunnyGirl1520 for reviewing! You guys are awesome :) So yeah! I finally dropped the ball on Liam being different! You'll be finding out quite how different in this chapter and you'll be learning more about it in the coming chapters. Also, I'm finally back from vacation! It was short but it was great, my dad sent me to Florida to visit my mom because that's where she lives now :)

Anywho! Back to the story!

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Chapter 42: Welcome to the Jungle

Morgan was in the car with Liam and his father, the two of them getting dropped off at the roller rink for their date. He had offered to pick her up from her house, but she quickly told him she could get dropped off at his. No one was supposed to know where the bunker was, let alone the fact that she was living in a magical bunker full of supernatural books and objects. She just sat there in the back seat next to Liam, wiggling her legs as she impatiently waited for the car to finally roll to a stop at their destination. She always felt awkward around Liam's dad ever since that night after the party where he basically carried her up to his house and let her drunkenly crash in a guest room with her lightweight best friend that was vomiting most of the night.

"Alright, this is where I leave you," Mr. James stated as he began applying the brakes and pulling off to the side of the road for the two teens to go to the roller rink.

"Bye, dad," Liam said as he got out, running around the SUV before Morgan could open the door for herself. He pulled the door open for her and she rolled her eyes, taking his hand that he had offered to her. He helped her out of the car and helped her close the door behind him.

"I can't believe we're doing this," Morgan stated, following Liam into the roller rink that was probably going to be near empty since this was near Kansas and it was a Sunday night. She was also worried about whether or not she didn't dress up enough. Madison had convinced her to go out and buy a ballet pink skater dress with spaghetti straps, a white jean jacket, and a brand new pair of white high-top vans that she had shoplifted recently because she started growing out of her shoes. She felt like a complete fool, wearing pink. She never wore pink, she didn't like pink, and the last time she wore pink, a pink dress, it was homecoming with Jonah and she was panicking because if this date was anything like homecoming, Morgan was terrified that it would lead to a loving relationship for almost a month before he turns out to be a demon, tries to kill her, and forces her to kill him.

"Don't worry, it'll be fun," Liam promised with a smirk. "As a matter of fact," he finally moved his hand from behind his back and showed her this little hawaiian flower, a hot pink, hawaiian flower that looked like the ones from the pictures with the hula girls. He tucked it behind her ear, causing her to blush almost as vibrant as the flower.

"You're winning big points here, boyfriend," Morgan smirked, intertwining her hand with his as he used his free hand to pull the door open for her. They went inside and at first, Morgan was confused. It was a small brick hallway with a set of closed double doors and a ticketing booth at the end. It didn't look like much at first, but after Liam paid the door fee and purchased two tickets for skates, they went through the double doors and she was suddenly washed over with excitement. It was dark but there were colorful lights everywhere. There were a couple people on the rink, some more by the food, and others sitting on the side either taking of their skates or putting some on. They grabbed their skates and went ahead to the side where there were benches for them to put them on. As soon as she had her shoes off, Liam grabbed them and put them in a locker with his. She just sat there and laced up her skates. Once she was done, Morgan stayed sitting, waiting for Liam to put on his own skates on.

"You ready? Liam asked offering his hand to her once again. Morgan pursed her lips, trying not to smile like an idiot. But she was failing. She took his hand anyway and stood up.

"Yeah, I'm ready," Morgan surrendered, angling her feet forward so Liam could simply pull her. She giggled like an idiot as he pulled her along. He was pretty good at skating, pulling her while he skated backwards.

"Wait, you know how to skate right?" Liam questioned. He raised an eyebrow, curious about the girl he was pulling. She figured he either thought she didn't know how or she was just lazy. Honestly, she was just lazy.

"No, I don't know how to skate," Morgan deadpanned before she let go of his hands. She pushed on in her skates, racing around the rink, lapping Liam once, making two pull revolution before slowing down and staying in tandem with him.

"Okay, so you're perfectly capable of skating. Good to know," Liam smirked. She saw his eyes glance to the flower behind her ear. The was a little upwards tug in the corner of his mouth before he looked away from her, keeping his eyes focused on the rink so he wouldn't accidentally skate into anyone on accident. He intertwined his hand with Morgans and they went on like that, the music slowly getting Morgan into swaying to the beat. She was loving it. They were playing sixties, seventies, and eighties classics. She loved the classics. Suddenly, Liam started skating backwards, going right in front of Morgan with both of her hands in his. It was almost like they were dancing together. Well, they were dancing together. The two of them were swaying to the beat of the song.

But then Liam began to sing along.

"I've got sunshine on a cloudy day." Electric blue eyes met forest green. "When it's cold outside I've got the month May. Well I guess you'd say." Morgan started giggling and blushing like an idiot. She loved how he made her feel like an idiot. "What can make me feel this way? My girl," He cut the note short and leaned forward carefully to give her a quick kiss on the forehead. Morgan was still giggling like it was the only thing she knew how to do. "Talkin' 'bout my girl." It was like a dream and she didn't want to wake up.

I've got so much honey the bees envy me

I've got a sweeter song than the birds in the trees

Well I guess you'd say

What can make me feel this way?

My girl

Talkin' 'bout my girl

I don't need no money, fortune, or fame

I've got all the riches baby one man can claim

I guess you'd say

What can make me feel this way?

My girl

Talkin' 'bout my girl

I've got sunshine on a cloudy day

With my girl

(Talkin' 'bout my girl) I've even got the month of May

With my girl

She's all I can think

(Talkin' 'bout my girl)

Talkin' 'bout, talkin' 'bout my girl

"Why are you so cheesy-oh!" Morgan was trying to comment but Liam abruptly stopped skating right against the wall, forcing her to run into him. He caught her in his arms and kissed her. A real kiss. Not like the one he gave her mid skating, a real one. It was an end all be all feeling that engulfed her chest. Her whole body was on fire as their lips melded together. What made it even better was that his hands didn't even wander over her. His palms planted themselves on either sides of her face as he was crouching slightly to get his face to hers. When he pulled apart, Morgan didn't have a single word or even thought in her mind. She simply couldn't formulate one.

"I'm cheesy because I really like you," He told her. They were still just standing there on the rink and it was a moment before Morgan could even pull the syllables together.

"I really like you too," She responded. Liam tucked a strand of hair behind the flowerless ear and took her hands once again.

"Good," Liam stated quietly before skating away from her, slowly. She was flustered. She was flustered and had no idea what to do. This was her first real date. Homecoming with Jonah didn't count. That was a school dance. Even then, she and Jonah only ever hung out at his house or friends houses. This, the date thing, was uncharted territory and she didn't know what to do. This was something new. Morgan snapped out of her train of thought and pushed off the wall, skating towards Liam, the attractive blonde boy that for some reason took an interest in her despite the fact that she was a cautionary tale of how dating the girl from out of town can get you killed. Though he's from out of town too, so maybe he's safe.

"So, what made you choose a roller rink?" She asked as they skated around the rink. He seemed kind of taken aback by her sudden question, but then he smiled and took her hand in his once again. It was one of her favorite things about dating Liam. All of the hand holding and the arms around her and the physical contact that made her feel worth it.

"Well, you are a classic kind of girl so I needed a classic or a nostalgically classic kind of date. I hope you're enjoying yourself," Liam explained. She noticed his thumb rubbing across the top of her hand. It put a small, content smile on her lips.

"I am, enjoying myself I mean," She told him. They kept on like that, skating together. At first they didn't say anything, just enjoying each other's company. But then the talking began. Talking and talking about how hard being high school was. She was ever so close to accidentally slipping, talking about acclimating to Kansas. She nearly accidentally included how being a goddamn psyching has affected her life because apparently not only being the daughter of freaking famous monster hunters makes her a target, but some big bad demon thing named Astaroth that she dreams about every night and how every night she sees Liam in those goddamn nightmares. She sees him getting killed, her dad beaton, and Sammy knocked out. Then she gets so hurt that she can't move and the only reason she escapes to see them in the first place is because the demon left the door open after hurting her. After he hurts her so badly that her body is on fire and she can barely move but then she fights the pain and sprints off into the woods because that's what you do when you're scared for your life.

Morgan is falling apart and she can't even tell the one person she wants to hold her and tell her that it's just a dream. A dream that changes based on choices because it was her future.

And futures were based on choices.

"Do you ever feel like being different is bad?" Liam asked in an oddly shaky voice. This wasn't just a question, this was something important.

"There's nothing wrong with being different. Different is good, different is great, different is… different," Morgan chuckled. She wasn't exactly sure where he was coming from with this.

"You're different," Liam told her. Morgan froze… well… sort of froze? She was still rolling along in her skates.

"Diff- what? What do you mean different? I'm not different," she blurted out, not exactly sure what to do. Liam shook his head.

"You are different. You different from most girls and don't worry it's a good thing," he promised, leaning over as they skated and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"I think you're different too. In the good way, I mean," Morgan told him, squeezing his hand. Liam squeezed back and they kept on skating.

They had just finished eating some of the roller rink's pizza and finished drinking slushies their slushies. Morgan had grabbed their paper plates and their empty cups and rolled on over to the trash can nearest their table. Morgan was in such a good mood. It was a beautiful day and she was spending with with a beautiful boy on a beautiful date and dammit, she felt beautiful too. She was in a pale pink dress in roller skates with her mahogany hair free flowing down her body and a flower tucked behind her ear. She loved it. But then it all came crashing down. She was tossing their trash into the garbage can when she saw it. Someone skated by on the rink, and their eyes flashed black. Her eyes flashed black. Morgan thought she was going crazy.

"Hey, you ready to skate again or are you feeling arcade games?" Liam asked. Morgan was so confused, but she shook the feeling and gave him a smile.

"I might be done skating but we could put out shoes back on and head on over to the arcade games? I'm known to play a mean game of skeeball," She remarked. She always kicked her dad's ass when they played. He always accused her of cheating. Though he wasn't wrong, he just couldn't prove it because she just smiled and wouldn't admit that she was using her telekinesis to win and get a crap ton of tickets so she could get the cool prizes.

"That sounds like fun, I'm gonna go get some tokens then," Liam smiled, skating away from her over to the counter. Morgan walked back over to the locker they had their shoes in and unlocked it. She pulled off her skates and pulled on her white high tops. While she was tying her laces, Liam skated over with a large cup of tokens and set it down before he sat down to put on his own shoes. Morgan was waiting for him to finish putting on his usual combat boots when she saw it again. This time, it wasn't a girl. It was some guy skating with a little girl that looked like his daughter. Both of their eyes flashed black. It was unnerving to see a little girl with demonic black eyes. Morgan tried to tell herself that it was her paranoia betting the best of her so she ignored it, trying to enjoy her time with the cute boy next to her.

They got up, played a few games, won a few tickets. She even kicked his ass at skeeball by getting all nine balls into the far left 100 point hole. Liam had no idea how she did it, and she loved it. She wished she could tell him, about her abilities. It would be so much easier, but she knew she couldn't. But then when they were done laughing and joking and playing in the arcade and went to the prize booth, she saw the worker's eyes flash black for a moment. She was going to shake it off again, blaming it on paranoia. But this time, Liam saw it too. Morgan knew he saw it because his hand latched onto her arm and puller her behind him slightly. Despite the circumstances, Morgan's cheeks flushed at the realization that Liam's first instinct was to shield her. Her first instinct was to reach into the inside pocket and touch the hilt of her demon knife. Without thinking, she grabbed his arm and pushed out with her mind.

[We need to get out of here,] she pushed into his conscious.

"Are you in my…" Liam looked like this was the most confusing moment of his life.

[Head? Yeah, now don't say anything, I'll explain later,] She pressed, grabbing his hand and smiling at the worker.

"I think we're going to play some more, see if we can't get more tickets for the fun prises," Morgan laughed, pretending to be the doting girlfriend. Well, she was the doting girlfriend but she needed to make her decision to keep playing look more real. Liam smiled and put his arm around her as they got moving back to the arcade. But now all eyes were on them… and all the eyes were pitch black. She pulled him into a thick maze of claw games.

"What the hell is going on an how did you get in my head?" Liam whispered, knowing that this was a serious situation. Morgan sighed.

"I'm sorry, I was going to just keep it a secret and be normal for once in my goddamn life but this is serious. We're in a room full of… let's call them bad people that will kill us? If we don't get out," She told his and his demeanor changed. All of the sudden, he wasn't a scared teenager. He was ready to fight. He had that same look in her eyes that her dad and Sam had when they were ready to go to war with monsters. He was ready to go to war.

"What are you?" he asked and Morgan didn't even hesitate.

"I'm a psychic. Basically I can move things with my mind, feel people's emotions, if I try really hard I can hear people's thoughts and they can hear mine if they want, and if I focus and have the right words I can do a teeny tiny bit of magic," She explained, and as she explained, she made all of the claw machines around them spaz out with lights and noises. The prizes all floated through the air inside the machines before dropping. "Figured I needed to show you so you'd believe me-" It was totally bad timing but he kissed her.

"You're amazing and you don't need to hide that kind of thing because I'm different too okay? It's why I switched school. It's not like yours, but if it comes down to it, you'll see it tonight. If I don't have to do it, I promise I'll show you tomorrow, I promise," He rushed out. Morgan pulled her hair back into a quick braid while he was talking and pulled out her demon knife.

"Oh, and I'm from a family of monster hunters. These are demons," She explained. Liam only took a few seconds to process.

"Uh, cool. Okay then let's get the hell out of here," Liam stated but Morgan grabbed his arm before he could go storming off to battle.

"No. I need to make sure we have a right first," She grabbed her phone out of her jacket and texted her dad. He immediately texted back the short words, on my way. 10 min tops. "Okay, we have a ride. We just need to sit tight till I tell you to move. This isn't my first rodeo," Morgan told him. Liam raised an eyebrow with a small smirk.

"Not your first rodeo huh? Do first dates often go like this for you?" He asked and Morgan shook her head, trying not to laugh.

"No, this is my first first date and by not my first rodeo I mean literally the night I met my dad demons killed my mom and I ended up getting angry and killing two demons with a magical knife kinda like this one. Last homecoming I killed like four demons with this very knife. Halloween, the night Jonah died? Yeah, I really did kill him, but he was possessed by a demon that was trying to kill me or kidnap me. That part wasn't really clear. And then maybe a week or two ago I killed the demon that escaped me that night my mom died so no, this isn't my first rodeo," Morgan rushed out. Liam sighed and put a hand on her shoulder.

"You're kind of a secret badass, you know that right?" He remarked while she was checking the time on her phone, counting the seconds quietly to herself.

"Oh, I'm not a badass. No, I'm a Winchester," Morgan smirked. She was still waiting for the right moment to move, so while they waited, she still had a question.

"Wait, so what makes you different like me?" She asked, her eyes not leaving the clock on her phone. She made a mental note to get a watch because it would be a bit easier.

"I don't know what I am exactly but my little brother likes to say I'm a superhero," Liam answered. Morgan looked up at him, completely and utterly confused. But before she could go into it more with him, someone started yelling.

"I'm tired of waiting! He wants her now so let's just give her to him now!" A man yelled. Morgan looked through the glass claw machines and saw the demons gathering towards the exit, sort of blocking their way out.

"You know what he said! What he wants!" Someone else growled.

"Liam, fair warning, demons are stronger than regular people so this is gonna be kinda hard and if this is anything like the last time I fought demons, they might be enchanted to the point where I can't use my powers on them so we might be fucked till my dad gets here, okay?" Morgan whispered quickly.

"I don't care what he said!" the first demon shouted. She looked over and saw him storming over to where she and Liam were hiding. Judging on the current appearance of the rink, everyone here was possessed apart from Morgan and Liam.

"Oh, fuck it," Morgan exhaled, changing how she brandished her knife so the hilt had the blade pointing towards the floor. That was how her dad taught her to hold it so she could get a proper vantage point. Liam clenched his fists. Morgan wasn't sure what that was gonna do but she went with it as she charged ahead of him, trying to protect him despite his admitting that he was like her sort of. Morgan immediately plunged the knife into the demons chest, his whole body flickering in gold before dropping to the floor. The rest of the demons started charging the two of them.

Morgan tackled one to the ground and stabbed it before throwing the knife into another and using her power to bring the knife back to her hand. She was about to attack another when she straight up heard Liam letting out a sort of battle cry as two demons went flying past her into the wall. She looked back at Liam and his shocking blue eyes were no longer blue, but glowing gold. It was like someone put a gold flashlight behind his irises. She stabbed the demon in front of her as she watched Liam through the corner of her eye. He went flying past her, tossing demons into each other and stalling them so Morgan could get at them with the one weapon they had. She heard the Impala's horn outside. They couldn't get to exit without a fight so Morgan tried to remember. She was so pissed at herself for not remembering right away, but then she had it.

"Liam! Don't let any of them go anywhere!" Morgan yelled before taking a deep breath. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica, ergo draco maledicte, ut ecclesiam tuam secura, tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos!" By the time she finished, all of the demons present were seizing and screaming. Then suddenly all of the ones still alive were spewing black smoke. Liam froze, not sure what he was seeing. Morgan grabbed his arm and pulled him out with her. She wiped her knife off on a dead demons shirt before they ran out and she pushed Liam into the back seat of the Impala. Dean slammed his foot on the gas and they peeled out of the parking lot and went flying down the road.

"What the hell happened?" Dean barked. He was so anxious. He knew she was on a date and he was hoping that it was all going to go well because if it didn't he said he would rip Liam's lungs out.

"The date was fine till all of the sudden I started seeing black eyes everywhere. I told you I was right to bring the knife with me," Morgan explained, anger dripping into her voice. Honestly, she was pissed that her nice night was ruined.

"Can someone tell me why the hell so many of those thing were trying to attack Morgan? You called them demons right?" Liam asked and Sam and Dean both whipped their heads around to look at him from the front seats. They had forgotten that Liam was either present or that he wasn't accustomed to monsters.

"Right, monsters are real. Morgan, why don't you give him the rundown on your situation?" Sam decided and Morgan just sighed, turning to face her boyfriend in the backseat.

"Okay, so demons are a thing right? So apparently I'm special or whatever. Kinda like you with those weird lightsaber eyes and throwing demons around like ragdolls-"

"He did what?!" Dean half yelled. Morgan waved him off.

"He's different like I am and it's a secret like mine is, whatever. He can just show you when we take him back to the bunker-"

"What makes you think we're taking him back to the bunker?"

"Well we were just attacked by stupid demons and there's shit at the bunker that can tell us what Liam here is because apparently he doesn't know what he is, just some cool stuff he can do. Anyways, I'm from a long line of witches and psychics on my mom's side and then my dad's side is a very special bloodline that can be vessels to the archangel Michael, kinda like how the demons possess people? He can do that with my dad but he doesn't because first of all, Angels need permission from the humans they want to possess and second of all, Michael is stuck in some cage in hell with Lucifer and my third uncle thats a half brother to Sam and Dean-"

"Who told you that last part?" Sam asked and Dean just shook his head.

"Cas showed me Chuck's books," Morgan explained.

"Goddammit," Dean mumbled.

"Whatever," Morgan rolled her eyes. "Okay so back to the other stuff. Because I'm special, this crazy Demon Astaroth is hunting me and I'm not quite sure what he wants me for but I've been having prophetic nightmares and they've been changing based on my choices and long story short, this demon is kind of obsessed with me and is going to kidnap me at some point and I think I escape around Christmas time because I keep fucking hearing Tchaikovsky's The Nutcracker in every dream-"

"Hold up," Liam stopped her. Morgan was scared that he was going to make them stop the car and she was going to never see him again. They sat in silence for a moment before he spoke up again. "Is this the same nightmare you were having after the party?" He asked and Sam and Dean looked back at him with suspicion. "What? I found her drunk sleepwalking and she seemed panicky so I just guided her back to the room she was in with Madison and got her to go back to sleep. It's not that big of a deal," Liam lied. It slipped out of his mouth so easily that it surprised Morgan. She was actually glad that he saved her skin so she didn't have to get a lecture about sleeping in another boys bed.

"That would be the one," Morgan told him. He just sighed.

"You could've trusted me sooner, I could've tried to help, but I understand why you didn't," He reassured her, moving his hand slightly so it was touching her hand but not enough for Dean or Sam to bite his head off. She had made it very clear to Liam that her dad and uncle were more protective to her than anything, and that was saying something considering how much her father babied the Impala.

"Yeah well you could've told me about your thing too, ya know."