A/N: Big shoutout to sjwmaw for reviewing on the last chapter! Yes, the plot is thickening and Liam is very sexy. He was sexy in the first place and I see him totally as the "Jason Grace" type from the Heroes of Olympus book series. Dean's gonna have to get over his shit which gives me the giggles sometimes. Sorry I didn't update sooner! I was having writer's block and I'm sorry this is a shorter chapter but the rest are going to be longer I promise!

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Chapter 44: Waiting for the End

Morgan didn't know how to conduct herself anymore. Her visions were so strong that she was walking around School in fear that she was going to have a vision while she was in the middle of class or while she was talking to someone. The headaches that came along with the visions, they weren't even really headaches. They were debilitating migraines. After her most recent vision, if she didn't find a stop to them, she was going to have to start staying home because the pain was so bad and the visions were so strong that things were beginning to float around her. Every time she felt a vision coming on, Morgan would have to ask to use the restroom or go to the nurse so she could hide somewhere no one would see her until the visions passed and she could calm herself down. It was like a neurological torture having to see what was coming for her, but her hope was that the visions were ending in her seeing Liam's glowing gold eyes through the treeline as he tracked them back to where Astaroth was keeping her.

The only thing that made her mind run black and made the pain go away was soccer. Every day, she just had to make it to practice. Once she was there, instincts took over, the visions fell away, and she kicked the shit out of some soccer balls and knocked heads with some of the girls. Even after, practice, she had maybe and hour or two before she slipped back into that pained state. Liam was coming over to the bunker every day after lacrosse practice to help her focus. There was something weird that he could do. When the pain became too great for her to focus on her homework, he'd reach over with his left hand, not even looking up from his own homework, not even having to focus on doing it, and he'd rest his hand on her hand, arm, shoulder, wherever he could get skin to skin contact. His eyes would glow and her pain would slow. It wouldn't go away, but he would take on some of it and she could calm down and relax enough to keep on going through her homework.

When they were done with their homework, Dean would take her and Liam into the bunker's gym and train them. Or, Dean would train Liam and Morgan would be freestyling on the matts, forcing herself and pushing herself to throw ridiculous gymnastics stunts to force her mind to run blank. Liam was getting better. Dean was making him not use his powers so he would have to learn to be smart instead of just using brute force and hoping it would work. Morgan was just starting at one corner of the large mat and then charging the other corner, bringing herself there with back handsprings and tucks and fulls and round offs. She was just all over the place and it was nice, not thinking. She just let it be instinct taking over, making her body take shape as she felt the mat beneath her feet or the gravity pulling her through the air. Her pain was gone. But then she stopped and it returned.

"I'm gonna… I'm gonna go help Sam with dinner," Morgan told them, pressing her hand against her forehead as she walked right past Dean and Liam, not even looking at them as she did so. She wandered into the kitchen where Sam was throwing pieces of meat for zoey to catch in her mouth. She would just wag her tail and jump into the air, snapping the pieces out of the air with her greying mouth.

"You okay?" Sam asked and Morgan tilted her head back and forth before shrugging.

"Uh, sure," She lied, sitting down in one of the chairs, immediately going back on her promise to help Sam with dinner. She laid her head down on the table and let out a sigh.

"Headaches?" Sam asked, sitting down next to her with a glass of water and some ibuprofen to hopefully take the edge off of her pain. She nodded, taking the pills from him and chasing them with a gulp of water.

"They're just… what did you used to do? When you had powers I mean. What did you do to help the headaches?" She asked, laying her head back down on the table as she looked back up at him. Dean sighed and turned slightly in his chair to face him better.

"Same thing I'm giving you now, but it's not going to help much. I only had headaches when I was having visions or when a vision was coming on," Sam told her and she just groaned.

"That's the same thing for me, Sam. That's the problem. I can see it all the time now," She groaned, rolling her head so her face was planted against the table as it became buried in her hair. "I can see him. Right now," She sobbed as the sniveling whimpers forced their way out of her. Morgan just broke for maybe the third time today. It was just so painful. Those amber eyes were watching her no matter what she did, no matter where she was, she could see them. She could feel his hands on her. She could feel her bones aching in dreadful anticipation of the abuse from his lackey. Sam reached over and pulled her into a hug, holding her in his arms.

"Shhh…" He crooned, rubbing his hands through his hair. She curled up into a ball in her chair as Sam held her, stroking her hair and hushing her. "It's okay. We're going to everything we can to save you and all this pain from the visions will be for nothing, for lack of a better phrase, and that's a good thing," Sam told her. She and Sam had bonded early on but that bond was stunted when she started bonding more with her dad. He normally wasn't the one holding her hand and telling her everything was going to be okay, and now he was holding her.

"I need them to stop," She sobbed into his chest. "I-I fe-feel like m-my skull is e-exploding and imp-p-ploding all a-at once," she cried, her hands balling up the fabric from his shirt and holding onto it for dear life.

"Hey, hey, hey. It's okay. Why don't we look into it and try to find something that'll help, okay?" Sam tried to reassure her with promises of relief, but he had no hope that it would go away.

"O-okay," She responded. There were footsteps behind her and Sam opened up his arms a bit.

"Why don't you take over?" Sam started. "I gotta get dinner out of the oven before it burns," He told whoever was behind her before slowly moving away from her and another set of arms enveloped her. She knew who is was even before she looked up at his face because her pain was slowly pulling back, finally letting her breathe.

"That's one hell of a party trick, kid," she heard Dean comment as he walked in. He was probably talking about how his eyes would radiate gold, brighter and brighter as her sobs grew less and less.

"I wouldn't call it a party trick," Liam sighed. Maybe he could take the pain or maybe he was just getting really good at helping her in that oh-so-special way a sentinel can but her pain was so faint that she drifted to sleep, right then and there.

"I don't think Morgan's gonna make it to dinner," Liam looked up from her in his arms and made slightly awkward eye contact with Dean. His girlfriend's father just laughed.

"That's alright, uh, I can show you to her room and then we can eat and Sammy… can just keep a plate in the fridge and we'll reheat it if she wakes up anytime soon," Dean said. Liam took his silence as his queue to scoop Morgan up out of her chair and carry her bridal style. He followed Dean down a hallway until the man opened up a door and walked in. Liam followed suit and spotted the bed. Dean pulled the comforter down and Liam set her down against the sheets before her dad pulled the blanket back up to cover her.

"You know, you're a really good kid," he stated out of nowhere. Liam didn't know what to say. "Come on, just cause she's conked out doesn't mean we can't eat dinner," Dean told him, herding him out of Morgan's room before switching the light off. The must've followed them because Liam saw Zoey trot over to his girlfriend and hop up on the bed, curling up in the crook behind her knees.

"You know, I could just go if you guys want…?" Liam offered, not sure what to do with himself now that Morgan was asleep.

"Nonsense, you can eat dinner with Sammy and I, we don't bite, and we can drive you home after," Dean told him as they walked. "Besides, I have some things I want to talk about with you before you go and it helps that Morgan's gonna be asleep for this," Dean told him and now Liam was a little skeptical about what was about to happen. He half expected this man to kill him and dispose his body somewhere no one would ever find it. Besides, if anyone could kill something like him, of course it would be Dean Winchester.

"What did you want to talk about?" Liam asked but Dean shook his head.

"We can talk about it after we eat," Dean told him. He nodded along with it and entered the kitchen where Sam was putting plates down on the table for them. They just watched whatever football game was on the tv while they ate their dinners, having passing conversations about players and colleges. When it was all over and Sam was doing the dishes.

"So, what was it you wanted to talk about…?" Liam tried to casually bring up. Dean just let out a sigh and scooted his chair in a bit more towards the table.

"I needed to talk about what's going to happen," Dean finally said. Liam's whole body went rigid. He knew something like this was coming, he just didn't expect it so soon.

"You're right, we need to talk about it," Liam responded, waiting for him to just rip the bandaid off.

"I just… I need to make sure we're all on the same page here on the interest of my daughter," Dean said. He took a sip of his beer before setting it down and folding his hands in front of himself. Liam had no idea what to do other than listen. "Just so we're clear, you're going to protect my daughter? In that special sentinel way that you do?" Dean asked and Liam nodded.

"Yes, sir. That would be the case," He responded, watching Dean's eyes for anything to read. He had no idea where this was going. Sam finished washing the dishes and walked over. He sat down and mimicked Dean's position where he leaned in slightly and had his hands folded together on the table.

"What Sam and I need you to do is be comfortable with getting Morgan to safety when shit hits the fan, even if that means leaving the two of us behind to either stop Astaroth or buy the two of you time to make a hasty getaway," Dean finally revealed.

"And she won't like it," Sam added. Liam was just looking at the two of them like they were crazy.

"You're damn right, she won't like it. Morgan's the type that either doesn't leave a man behind or doesn't leave a man alive. In this case, she's not going to want to leave you guys," Liam argued, not necessarily wanting to get on Morgan's bad side. She hated the idea of leaving people behind. Even when they just saw it on movies or TV, she would complain about it.

"We're asking you to leave us behind anyway if the situation calls for it. If it comes down to getting Morgan out of there or getting all of us out alive? We want you to just take her, and get the hell out. Okay?" Sam continued, pressing the idea further. Liam felt like he was betraying Morgan by doing so, but he nodded in agreement.

"Alright. If shit hits the fan, Morgan is the priority. I will do anything and everything I can to save her. Even if that means leaving the two of you behind," Liam promised. Dean pursed his lips for a moment and stood up.

"Good talk Liam. I'll, uh, go start the car. Go get your backpack and I'll drive you home."