TJHIGTB [4/4] PG-13 "When Is It Ever Easy?"
Title: That's Just How It's Got to Be
Chapter: Four - When Is It Ever Easy?
Author: pathsforme
Beta: immortal-jedi
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester/Morgan Faith, OMC Ghost
Genre: AU, Adventure, Drama, Gen, and a dsh of HET.
Summary: Can the future be changed? Is everything set in stone or does free will trump all?
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural does. Consort concept belongs to shadowglove88
Warnings: AU, preseries, Stanford timeline, heavy OFCs and OMCs.
Word Count: 1,629
Morgan couldn’t help it; she smirked as Sam seemed to shift his torso a little. “I forgot how much getting a tattoo hurts, ” she offered as she sat in the front seat of her car.
“How old were you?” Sam inquired.
“I just turned fifteen. Dad thought it was safer for me, especially when the chain of the amulet kept on breaking,” Morgan offered. “My dad was a worrywart but given the circumstances, you could hardly blame him.”
“What about your mom?” Sam asked.
“Never met her, she died in a fire when I was a baby and I was placed in my Dad’s care.” Morgan offered.
“She died in a fire?” Sam asked, finding it a little trouble getting it out.
“Yeah, not sure what caused it, could have been faulty wiring, could have been a demon.” Morgan said truthfully knowing this was sending up warning bells to the man sitting next to her in the passenger’s seat. “I’ll never know.”
Sam became really quiet after that.
“So are you joining me on expedition of Research?” Morgan asked with a smile drawn on her lips. Sam looked at her incredulously.
“I’m not-“ he began but was interrupted.
“A Hunter anymore, I know but it doesn’t mean you won’t help people that desperately need it. Your Dad may be for a Hunt but doesn’t mean that the Professors being killed off has anything to do with your dad at all,” Morgan commented. “Plus, it would help to have a little back up, or would you prefer I went on my own against whatever it is.”
“I was going to say I was not about to let you do this alone,” Sam recovered with a smile.
Morgan drove as they got the green light. “Good. Because honestly, I’ve never done a hunt on my own.”
“Never?”
“Never ever. Hunting in packs is the way to go in my opinion,” Morgan said as they drove towards the library parking lot and parked.
Once they got in the library, they spent three hours trudging through newspapers and books.
“We’re dealing with a spook,” Morgan finally offered. “A Goryo.”
Sam’s brows knitted together. “Goryo?”
“In Japanese myths they were vengeful ghosts of the aristocratic class,” Morgan told him. “This man Jeremiah Ansem, he was a High Class student here at Stanford, but he had been persecuted for modern beliefs back in 1892 by his professors.”
“An aristocratic martyr,” Sam said as something occurred to him. “I need to make a call, can you finish up here?”
“Sure,” Morgan said making quick work of the newspapers and books.
Sam stepped out of the library and hit speed dial 1. He put the cell phone to his ear.
“Bobby Singer,” a voice answered.
“Bobby, it’s Sam,” the nineteen year old said into the phone.
“Sam? How are you boy?”
“Good, I had a couple of questions for you.”
“I thought your daddy said you were out of hunting.”
“It’s… complicated.” Sam told him. “Do you know a Hunter named Morgan Faith?”
“Morgan Faith, yeah, nice girl, comes from an old Hunting Family. Why do you ask?”
“She’s here at Stanford,” Sam said.
“She’s there? Are you sure?” Bobby asked incredulously.
“Yeah, why?” Sam asked unsure of the Pandora’s Box he just opened.
“She’s been missing since Hellhounds ripped her grandparents to shreds. She dropped completely off the map.”
“Was she responsible?”Sam asked.
“No, from way I hear about it, they were trying to save someone whom owed a Crossroad demon, king of them. They didn’t win and Morgan lost her grandparents because of it.”
“How does she seem?” Bobby asked.
“Okay, seems pretty focused on Hunting and pretty knowledgeable. Did you know about the anti-possession sigil?” He asked.
“Yeah, seems pretty suicidal to be with out one,” Bobby told him. “I’m guessing your daddy and brother didn’t know about it and Morgan filled you in.”
“Yeah,” Sam said.
“Seems she stepped up a bit since I met her, though she was a kid, don’t think she remembers when her grandparents came to see me,” Bobby told Sam over the phone.
“Not a good Hunter?” Sam asked.
“Don’t know now Sam, you’ll have to tell me. I’m guessing a background check on your new girlfriend isn’t the only reason you’re calling,” Bobby pointed out.
“Have you ever heard of Goryo spirit?” Sam asked, not denying it.
“Goryo, yeah,” he said and Sam could hear the rustling of pages. “Japanese spirit, very vengeful, usually a martyr of the aristocratic class.”
“That’s what Morgan said,” Sam and didn’t notice Morgan was sitting on the trunk of her car.
“Be careful Sam,” Bobby said.
“You too Bobby,” Sam said clicking the off on his phone and turned to see Morgan staring at him.
“I take it you’re another paranoid Hunter,” Morgan said.
“W-What? No! Were you listening in?” Sam asked.
“That would be an invasion of privacy,” Morgan said. “But you said Bobby, so I figure you don’t trust me.”
“That’s not it, just, doesn’t it seem rather convenient that you are here at the same school I am,” Sam said trying to process all the information that’s been given to him.
“I got in thanks one of my dad’s old friend, Sam. I bugged him about his experience at Stanford and he suggested I go see for myself and give a normal life a chance,” Morgan told him. “He thought it was important I come here, alright.”
Sam gave his most pathetic kicked Sammy expression. “I’m sorry, alright? I didn’t mean…”
Morgan knew she was being bitchy but the puppy dog eyes Sam was giving her was making her resolve crumble fast. “I get it Sam but I don’t like people being suspicious of me when I’m about to put my life in their hands.”
“I’m sorry about your grandparents.”
Now wasn’t that the oddest thing to be said to her and the expression on her face was priceless. “Thanks, I guess,” She told him and remembered what the letter had said and how the other Morgan had been completely destroyed by the situation. “I am sure they will be in a better place now.”
“You think so?” Sam asked.
“Know so,” Morgan said and gave a small smile. “Come on, we have a salt and burning to contend with. Then we can bitch at each other afterwards.”
“We’re not,” Sam said as he watched Morgan slid off the trunk. “Bitching at each other.”
“Course we are.” Morgan said. “Now get in the car before I drive off without you.” Morgan said with a smile and a wink at Sam as she approached the driver’s side and got in at the same time Sam did.
“Okay.” Sam said with a laugh. “Are we alright?”
“Yeah, we’re okay,” Morgan said and smiled at him squashing the urge to give me a peck on the cheek.
It didn’t take them long to reach the graveyard and grabbed several weapons. Morgan led the way to the gravesite with a shovel in hand. She was joined with Sam who helped her dig up the grave. The both of them had made it to the casket and used what had at hand, shovels and began to break through the casket.
“What do you think you’re doing?” a voice hissed.
Morgan looked up and saw Jeremiah Ansem, well ghost version only long enough to see him get turned into a ghost.
“Now what is a pretty girl like you doing in a place this?” Dean asked with a smirk, looking down.
“Oh you know, torching corpses, angering the supernatural, the usual,” She said. “Keep that ghost off of us while we torch it.”
Sam crawled out of the grave and picked up the gun at the foot of the grave.
Morgan made quick work and tried to salt the corpse while she heard rounds being shot off. She poured the gasoline on the body quickly and took a lighter out of her back pocket and lit the body. Morgan climbed out of the grave just enough to see Sam and Dean knocked away from the ghost and the ghost disintegrate.
“Well that was fun,” Dean said with a groan.
“You alright Morgan?” Sam asked as he hurried to her side.
“Fine, fine,” Morgan said. “I take it your Dad isn’t here?” Morgan asked.
“No, we finished our Hunt a while ago,” Dean said. “Friggin Changeling.”
“There wasn’t a Hunt at all, was there Dean?” Morgan asked.
“Course there was,” Dean declared with his usual bravado.
Morgan kicked the dirt into the grave. “What a load of horse crap,” she said.
“Then why did you and Dad even come down here?” Sam found himself asking as he shoveled the dirt back in.
When Sam and Morgan looked up, Dean was gone. “Obvious, your brother was worried about you.”
She heard Sam snort indigently like it was too much for him to believe his family cared about him.
Morgan decided after they got the flames out and the grave covered back up. “Come on, we better get going before anyone else shows up.”
Sam nodded throwing the shovel in the backseat with Morgan.
“Well that was fun,” Morgan said with a wide grin.
Chapter: Four - When Is It Ever Easy?
Author: pathsforme
Beta: immortal-jedi
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester/Morgan Faith, OMC Ghost
Genre: AU, Adventure, Drama, Gen, and a dsh of HET.
Summary: Can the future be changed? Is everything set in stone or does free will trump all?
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural does. Consort concept belongs to shadowglove88
Warnings: AU, preseries, Stanford timeline, heavy OFCs and OMCs.
Word Count: 1,629
Morgan couldn’t help it; she smirked as Sam seemed to shift his torso a little. “I forgot how much getting a tattoo hurts, ” she offered as she sat in the front seat of her car.
“How old were you?” Sam inquired.
“I just turned fifteen. Dad thought it was safer for me, especially when the chain of the amulet kept on breaking,” Morgan offered. “My dad was a worrywart but given the circumstances, you could hardly blame him.”
“What about your mom?” Sam asked.
“Never met her, she died in a fire when I was a baby and I was placed in my Dad’s care.” Morgan offered.
“She died in a fire?” Sam asked, finding it a little trouble getting it out.
“Yeah, not sure what caused it, could have been faulty wiring, could have been a demon.” Morgan said truthfully knowing this was sending up warning bells to the man sitting next to her in the passenger’s seat. “I’ll never know.”
Sam became really quiet after that.
“So are you joining me on expedition of Research?” Morgan asked with a smile drawn on her lips. Sam looked at her incredulously.
“I’m not-“ he began but was interrupted.
“A Hunter anymore, I know but it doesn’t mean you won’t help people that desperately need it. Your Dad may be for a Hunt but doesn’t mean that the Professors being killed off has anything to do with your dad at all,” Morgan commented. “Plus, it would help to have a little back up, or would you prefer I went on my own against whatever it is.”
“I was going to say I was not about to let you do this alone,” Sam recovered with a smile.
Morgan drove as they got the green light. “Good. Because honestly, I’ve never done a hunt on my own.”
“Never?”
“Never ever. Hunting in packs is the way to go in my opinion,” Morgan said as they drove towards the library parking lot and parked.
Once they got in the library, they spent three hours trudging through newspapers and books.
“We’re dealing with a spook,” Morgan finally offered. “A Goryo.”
Sam’s brows knitted together. “Goryo?”
“In Japanese myths they were vengeful ghosts of the aristocratic class,” Morgan told him. “This man Jeremiah Ansem, he was a High Class student here at Stanford, but he had been persecuted for modern beliefs back in 1892 by his professors.”
“An aristocratic martyr,” Sam said as something occurred to him. “I need to make a call, can you finish up here?”
“Sure,” Morgan said making quick work of the newspapers and books.
Sam stepped out of the library and hit speed dial 1. He put the cell phone to his ear.
“Bobby Singer,” a voice answered.
“Bobby, it’s Sam,” the nineteen year old said into the phone.
“Sam? How are you boy?”
“Good, I had a couple of questions for you.”
“I thought your daddy said you were out of hunting.”
“It’s… complicated.” Sam told him. “Do you know a Hunter named Morgan Faith?”
“Morgan Faith, yeah, nice girl, comes from an old Hunting Family. Why do you ask?”
“She’s here at Stanford,” Sam said.
“She’s there? Are you sure?” Bobby asked incredulously.
“Yeah, why?” Sam asked unsure of the Pandora’s Box he just opened.
“She’s been missing since Hellhounds ripped her grandparents to shreds. She dropped completely off the map.”
“Was she responsible?”Sam asked.
“No, from way I hear about it, they were trying to save someone whom owed a Crossroad demon, king of them. They didn’t win and Morgan lost her grandparents because of it.”
“How does she seem?” Bobby asked.
“Okay, seems pretty focused on Hunting and pretty knowledgeable. Did you know about the anti-possession sigil?” He asked.
“Yeah, seems pretty suicidal to be with out one,” Bobby told him. “I’m guessing your daddy and brother didn’t know about it and Morgan filled you in.”
“Yeah,” Sam said.
“Seems she stepped up a bit since I met her, though she was a kid, don’t think she remembers when her grandparents came to see me,” Bobby told Sam over the phone.
“Not a good Hunter?” Sam asked.
“Don’t know now Sam, you’ll have to tell me. I’m guessing a background check on your new girlfriend isn’t the only reason you’re calling,” Bobby pointed out.
“Have you ever heard of Goryo spirit?” Sam asked, not denying it.
“Goryo, yeah,” he said and Sam could hear the rustling of pages. “Japanese spirit, very vengeful, usually a martyr of the aristocratic class.”
“That’s what Morgan said,” Sam and didn’t notice Morgan was sitting on the trunk of her car.
“Be careful Sam,” Bobby said.
“You too Bobby,” Sam said clicking the off on his phone and turned to see Morgan staring at him.
“I take it you’re another paranoid Hunter,” Morgan said.
“W-What? No! Were you listening in?” Sam asked.
“That would be an invasion of privacy,” Morgan said. “But you said Bobby, so I figure you don’t trust me.”
“That’s not it, just, doesn’t it seem rather convenient that you are here at the same school I am,” Sam said trying to process all the information that’s been given to him.
“I got in thanks one of my dad’s old friend, Sam. I bugged him about his experience at Stanford and he suggested I go see for myself and give a normal life a chance,” Morgan told him. “He thought it was important I come here, alright.”
Sam gave his most pathetic kicked Sammy expression. “I’m sorry, alright? I didn’t mean…”
Morgan knew she was being bitchy but the puppy dog eyes Sam was giving her was making her resolve crumble fast. “I get it Sam but I don’t like people being suspicious of me when I’m about to put my life in their hands.”
“I’m sorry about your grandparents.”
Now wasn’t that the oddest thing to be said to her and the expression on her face was priceless. “Thanks, I guess,” She told him and remembered what the letter had said and how the other Morgan had been completely destroyed by the situation. “I am sure they will be in a better place now.”
“You think so?” Sam asked.
“Know so,” Morgan said and gave a small smile. “Come on, we have a salt and burning to contend with. Then we can bitch at each other afterwards.”
“We’re not,” Sam said as he watched Morgan slid off the trunk. “Bitching at each other.”
“Course we are.” Morgan said. “Now get in the car before I drive off without you.” Morgan said with a smile and a wink at Sam as she approached the driver’s side and got in at the same time Sam did.
“Okay.” Sam said with a laugh. “Are we alright?”
“Yeah, we’re okay,” Morgan said and smiled at him squashing the urge to give me a peck on the cheek.
It didn’t take them long to reach the graveyard and grabbed several weapons. Morgan led the way to the gravesite with a shovel in hand. She was joined with Sam who helped her dig up the grave. The both of them had made it to the casket and used what had at hand, shovels and began to break through the casket.
“What do you think you’re doing?” a voice hissed.
Morgan looked up and saw Jeremiah Ansem, well ghost version only long enough to see him get turned into a ghost.
“Now what is a pretty girl like you doing in a place this?” Dean asked with a smirk, looking down.
“Oh you know, torching corpses, angering the supernatural, the usual,” She said. “Keep that ghost off of us while we torch it.”
Sam crawled out of the grave and picked up the gun at the foot of the grave.
Morgan made quick work and tried to salt the corpse while she heard rounds being shot off. She poured the gasoline on the body quickly and took a lighter out of her back pocket and lit the body. Morgan climbed out of the grave just enough to see Sam and Dean knocked away from the ghost and the ghost disintegrate.
“Well that was fun,” Dean said with a groan.
“You alright Morgan?” Sam asked as he hurried to her side.
“Fine, fine,” Morgan said. “I take it your Dad isn’t here?” Morgan asked.
“No, we finished our Hunt a while ago,” Dean said. “Friggin Changeling.”
“There wasn’t a Hunt at all, was there Dean?” Morgan asked.
“Course there was,” Dean declared with his usual bravado.
Morgan kicked the dirt into the grave. “What a load of horse crap,” she said.
“Then why did you and Dad even come down here?” Sam found himself asking as he shoveled the dirt back in.
When Sam and Morgan looked up, Dean was gone. “Obvious, your brother was worried about you.”
She heard Sam snort indigently like it was too much for him to believe his family cared about him.
Morgan decided after they got the flames out and the grave covered back up. “Come on, we better get going before anyone else shows up.”
Sam nodded throwing the shovel in the backseat with Morgan.
“Well that was fun,” Morgan said with a wide grin.