A/N: First of all, big shout out to RoseAmeliaSarahNoblePond, sjwmaw, AmberRocketts, and TheWanderer23 for reviewing! Thank you so much! Yes, yes, the date was really cute. I'm glad you guys like the story. This chapter is from Liam's point of view the whole way. He's a special, special kid.

Announcement! I will be writing another story simultaneously with this one. I've been working on two others and have been deciding to publish one of them soon(ish). I would just stick with this one if I could but once I get started I can't stop. But don't worry! I will keep updating this story :)

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Chapter 43: Warrior

"Wait, wait, wait. So what you're saying is that I was chosen by god?" Liam asked. He was so confused. He was in a magical bunker where apparently Morgan lived with her dad and uncle. It was so much to wrap his head around.

"Not exactly," the guy Morgan kept calling Cas said. "The mythology and folklore surrounding Sentinels calls them God's Chosen, but in reality, they are humans who were chosen when they were born by Archangels and imbued with power to protect someone very special. In this case, you were born to protect Morgan," Cas explained. Liam looked to Morgan and she looked like she was going to freak out, scream, maybe throw up. She was as white as a sheet aside from the blushing in her cheeks.

"So you're saying this kid is Morgan's soulmate? Are you kidding?" Dean snapped. Liam flinched. He had no idea what to do with himself in front of his girlfriend's father. Plus, this situation was weird. He had only just recently gotten this girl to like him the way he liked her and they were just on their first date. Soul mate talk is something that made panic well up in his chest and he couldn't stop it. Morgan wasn't doing too well with this conversation either. If she didn't kill Liam, she was probably gonna throw up all over the floor in front of them or start ripping books off the shelves in a psychic power fueled tantrum to release all of that pent up emotion that she was most likely trying to ignore. Liam felt really bad that she was uncomfortable. He wanted nothing more than to hold her and make her feel better, but he was realizing that he didn't know if that was because he was a Sentinel or because he really cared about Morgan. It was all so confusing.

"I'm not saying they're soul mates. It's actually very rare that a Sentinel develops a romantic relationship with their charge," Cas tried to correct Dean, making all of them feel a bit better. "More often than not, sentinels just have an intense need to protect their charge. If Liam's feelings are romantic, that's all him. Their souls are bound together yes, but only to the extent that he solely wants to protect her. This is actually very helpful for your current situation with Astaroth because sentinels, once they have encountered their charge, they can find them anywhere as long as they were on the same plane of existence," Castiel explained. The Astaroth problem… that was the demon hunting his girlfriend. Everytime he thought about it, it made him want to first vomit and then put his fist through a wall. It was the most confusing feeling. Liam had always seen Morgan as someone who could handle herself, protect herself, but this wasn't something she could save herself from. Whatever power was inside him, whatever power that made him a Sentinel, it was truly awake now. It was as if the moment he realized she desperately needed his help and that she couldn't protect himself from this evil, power just surged inside of him. He couldn't really feel it before, he could just use it. But now, it was different.

"Oh, like that makes me feel a whole lot better," Dean growled, glaring at Liam. The blonde teenager had no idea how to make this man like him. This man would probably never like him, but he probably wont ever push push him away because Dean needed him to protect his little girl. It almost made Liam the golden goose that they couldn't run away from. It made him relax more around her father because he may bite his head off, but he couldn't get rid of Liam. He needed him.

"Sir, if it helps, I'm really confused and kind of freaking out," Liam remarked, staring off at one of the book shelves. Sam laughed and Dean cocked his head to the side for a moment.

"You're right, that makes me feel a bit better. My daughter may actually have a chance against a Demon that kidnaps her. Maybe her dream will change and she doesn't get taken at all. Who knows! But yeah, making you uncomfortable takes the cake," Dean winked at him to make sure that Liam knew it was a joke. The man was smiling though, that was something. It probably was entertaining him that Liam was squirming at his subtle scrutiny.

"Glad I could help," Liam sighed. Morgan glared at her dad.

"You know, you could be a bit more welcoming. I'm pretty sure even if the whole relationship thing doesn't work out, we'll be stuck seeing him in my life forever if his soul is bound to mine to protect me. So you know what? You need to be nicer to him," Morgan snapped. It was kinda nice being stood up for, but Liam didn't expect it to happen much more. He didn't expect Morgan to stand up to her father every time he gave the boy a hard time.

"Dean's just getting used to the whole situation of you bringing someone into the bunker for the first time," Sam explained. Dean shook his head.

"No, Sammy. I'm trying to get used to the whole situation where this teenage boy having his soul bound to my daughter," Dean snapped. Liam was realizing how wary he should be here. This man was not about to just let Liam be apart of his daughter's life. This was going to be a difficult relationship between himself and her father.

"Since when am I daddy's defenseless little girl? Stop being the overprotective father!" Morgan yelled at him. She must've been under a lot of stress at the moment because some books flew off the shelves, drawers opened, and a lightbulb or two burst.

"Woah, Morgan. Just calm down," Sam went to her side and touched her shoulders with both hands, looking right into her reddening eyes. She was trying to take deep breaths and calm herself down, but it wasn't working. I felt useless, unable to help her when her nose began bleeding.

"I can't calm down, my skull feels like it's splitting," Morgan spat. But then she stood up and stumbled over to Liam, placing her hands over his temples. Suddenly, his eyes were glowing gold like they did whenever he used his power, but this was different. Morgans eyes were glowing gold too as the blood dripped down her face. Liam had no idea what was going on, but he was frozen in place. Then it happened.

Liam could see it all from Morgan's perspective, like he was looking through her eyes. It was raining as she walked through a set of glass doors to go outside. She pulled her hood over her head to try and stay dry while she walked out into the rain to get to the Impala that was undoubtedly parked a block over. Liam noticed that her hair was shorter. It wasn't short, but it was finally cut to the middle of her back because it had been getting too long. She was walking out of the police station in the middle of town. Liam recognized it from when he and his dad had to drop something off at the post office next door. The sign for the movie theater had all the some of the same titles it had right now in the real world. The rain grew heavier and Morgan slipped, hitting the wet pavement. When she got back up to her hands and knees, ready to stand up, she frose, seeing a face that Liam had never seen before. He was kneeling in front of her in a black t-shirt and leather jacket. His hand was on her shoulder. Liam could feel it as if it was his own shoulder being gripped. He knew exactly who this was. This man with amber eyes and black hair was the demon. It was only confirmed when is eyes turned completely white.

"Time to go, princess," the demon told her before grabbing the back of her head and slamming it into the pavement. Everything went black. While everything was dark, Liam could see the dim silhouette of Morgan with her hands on his head. But then he was starting to come to. Morgan was starting to come to. She opened her eyes to laying on the floor somewhere she had never been before. Morgan pulled her cheek off of the marbled floor and saw a pair of feet. She looked up and saw the demon. This time, he was in a suit. He picked her up by her neck and pressed her up against the wall. The demon sniffed her neck in his hands and looked at her with hunger in his eyes.

"Glad you could make it. We're going to have so much fun together."

Immediately the scene changed. Liam didn't know how much time had passed, but judging by the way Morgan looked, it must've been a while. She seemed like there was only a shred of hope left in her eyes. That and The fact that her hair was longer. Well, longer than what Morgan had said she was going to cut her hair to. Sometime this coming week in the real world, she was going to cut her long mahogany hair so it went to the middle of her back. This version of Morgan, she was right back to nearly being able to sit on it. The bruised and broken body only covered by a white nightgown picked herself off the floor of a bedroom and slipped out of a door that seemed like it had been left ajar. She was stumbling and trying to hold onto walls and furniture for support until she made it the front door.

Tchaikovsky's The Nutcracker was ringing in his ears as Morgan bolted out the door to the woods. Her feet were bare and covered in mud as her feet pounded into the forest floor. The rain was pouring down from the black sky as it soaked her through to her skin, the loose white nightgown clinging to her small frame. Liam noticed that she had lost weight. She's skinny now, yes, but this was borderline sickly. He could see her ribs with every breath. Her hands kept fumbling with the hem to try and keep holding it up to run as fast as she could. Her eyes were bloodshot as her sight was getting clearer as her tears faded away. Morgan couldn't stop running, no matter how much her lungs were screaming for air.

"You can't run forever!" Someone bellowed in a loud threatening voice. Liam watched as Morgan's face twisted with fear. He wanted so desperately to help her, but he had no control here. "I will always find you!" They roared. The song wouldn't leave his head. The chilling notes of the Nutcracker echoing in his ears.

"Don't look back. Don't look back. Don't look back," Morgan kept whispering to herself. It was breaking Liam's heart knowing that if she looked back, it would distract her from her footing and it would result in her falling into the mud and the person chasing her would catch her. She just kept running, keeping her eyes on the path before her.

"I will find you!" They called after her. Morgan's heart was pounding, but it was filling with hope as she saw a light in front of her, the forest floor no longer illuminated by just the moonlight from above. When she found herself in a clearing in the trees. She came to a stop and turned as a pair of headlights illuminated her. She heard the sound of brakes screeching as the car tried to stop. The grill of the car impacted her right in the pelvis, her whole body cringing at the sound of bones crunching that she couldn't feel. The car hit her so hard that she hit the ground with another bone crunching thud, her head cracking against the pavement. Liam flinched at the sound of her bones crunching. Liam looked into the car, realizing it was the Impala that his her. Dean scrambled out of the car, followed by Sam, then surprisingly enough, Liam saw himself climb out. His eyes were glowing gold as the demon chasing Morgan circled her like a shark. They were calling out to Morgan, but she was just laying there, crumpled on the asphalt. She wasn't dead, he could see her breathing. But this might've been the scariest moment of his life. Sam charged the Demon first, but it just his him right in the face and threw him down into the ground in front of Morgan. Dean engaged, ready to stab it with an angel blade, but this demon was well trained. It disarmed him and gave the big man a swift kick to the jaw. Liam saw himself charge this time. The battle cry that ripped from his lips was unnerving. He wasn't really an angry person, but this was pure, unadulterated rage.

"A sentinel? This weak little girl has a sentinel? Figures," The demon laughed. Liam's eyes were now smoldering, golden smoke escaping them as he began battling the demon. He watched as this other version of himself threw the demon around like a rag doll. It seemed like a pretty one sided fight until the demon got one good shot in to the back of Liam's head. He hit the ground and his head whacked against the pavement like a bowling ball. The demon grabbed Morgan and threw her over his shoulder like a dead animal. She wasn't dead, but the way her limp body didn't even react to the movements when she clearly shouldn't be moved. She should be in excruciating pain, but her vacant eyes just watched Liam struggle to get up as the Demon took her away. The vision followed the Demon and Liam counted how many steps it took the monster to get Morgan back to the house and in what direction.

He was going to find her.

"What the hell was that?" Liam gasped as Morgan let go of his head and they both snapped back to reality. Liam's head was pounding, but Morgan finally calmed down. Her dad handed her a wet tissue to clean her face. Her nose must've still been bleeding when she was going whatever she was doing.

"Vision. They've been happening when I'm awake," Morgan stated, looking right at Sam like he had all the answers. That was the part that confused him. Whenever she was scared she would look at her dad, this was something new that Liam had noticed.

"That's bad right? Why is that bad?" Liam asked, following her eyesight to Sam. Her uncle had this look on his face that didn't exactly put Liam at ease.

"Morgan's been having these prophetic nightmares right? What she's been neglecting to tell us is that they're happening during the day," Sam looked at Morgan with worry. "You see, the thing is, the more active her visions are, the more aggressive they are, the closer she is to the actual event. That means whatever is going to happen, is happening soon," Sam explained.

"I will go see if I can find out anything," Castiel told them before getting up to leave. Liam watched as the man in the trenchcoat left the room.

"So what you're saying is that she's going to get kidnapped soon, and we're going to have to save her?" Liam asked, swallowing hard. This was a lot of pressure to put on a new relationship, but according to Cas, he would've had to save her whether he loved her or not. It was what he was born to do.