S.O.S. of Sorts [1/3] PG-13
Title: S.O.S. of Sorts
Chapter: 1 of 3
Rating: PG-13
Series: The Winchester Gospels!Rebooted
Genre: Gen with a dash of Het.
Disclaimer: Kripke owns Supernatural. Morgan is mine.
Summary: Morgan is just one of those friends who won't leave it well enough alone.
No matter what, no one could call Morgan an unimaginative hunter. She had spent the early morning hours cutting through paperwork in order to get Dean's phone number. She knew she would need it, after all, separating Dean and Sam Winchester was something that would only kill them. That is exactly why Morgan had harbored thoughts of throwing both the brothers in a room with no escape and leaving them there until they had a chick flick moment.
Heck, she was willing to tie them to chairs and put them in front of one another and make them stay there.
Morgan hadn't seen Sam around at all during the last few days. So she did the only thing she could think off, she snuck into the administration office and looked in his file. It had taken a little to get out of the office unseen and head towards the dorms for the men on the campus. She had gone to room 114 and knocked. When she answered the door however, she found Sam there, the lights were off and the man was only in pajama pants. The first thing she noticed was his torso, due to height she had look up at his face. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was off with him.
“You alright, Sam?”
“Morgan?” Sam asked, his vision clearing. He was shaking mildly.
Morgan noticed the shaking without missing a beat, like he was shivering. “Sam, what's wrong? It's nearly three pm and you look like you just climbed out of bed.”
“No, just been trying to catch up on my sleep, haven't slept well,” Sam answered.
“Do you want to talk?” Morgan offered noticing the flush of Sam's face, like he had been crying. Morgan mentally sent a prayer hoping something hadn't happened to Dean or John, even if she wanted to punch John Winchester in the face. Her appearance in this reality, couldn’t have changed that many things, right? “Is it your Dad?” Morgan asked.
“Morgan,” he began, obviously tired and fatigued. He didn’t want to talk about it, either, but he was too polite to tell her to leave.
“Is it Dean?” Morgan pressed taking a step forward and resting her hand on his arm.
Sam stiffened and said, “It's just nightmares Morgan.” He couldn't make her leave and the increased proximity was draining his reserves.
Morgan knew that excuse, nightmares. Sam gave Dean that excuse when he’d first had his visions. She knew she was going to have to push the concerned friend card as far as she could to make sure that Sam wasn't having visions that weren't supposed to come about yet. “Can I come in?” she asked knowing the rules of the dorms and it wasn't after ten pm, so she could go in.
Sam held the door open for her and closed it behind Morgan. He flipped a light switch on as he began to look for a shirt amongst his things.
Morgan found an unoccupied chair and asked, “So want to tell me what you dreamt about?”
“No,” Sam answered as he found a gray t-shirt and slid on.
“Sam,” Morgan drawled out and vaguely remembered Dean trying to make Sam tell him about the dreams.
“Morgan can you drop it?” Sam snapped at her. He was angry and frustrated, and perhaps a little scared, or at least his expression betrayed those feelings.
“Alright, ” Morgan told him as she stood up. Sam was volatile and she didn't need him directing his rage at her. Especially if the demon blood was as active as she believed, it might unleash to infamous Winchester temper.
“Okay, how about I leave, then come back in an hour and we go get some cheese burgers and some pie. My treat?” she offered. Morgan even though she was afraid that the Consort part of her would try to use this as a starting point to cement her position. That part also couldn’t handle Sam in this state. She needed to make sure he took care of himself. Morgan could almost imagine that this was how Sam looked like after Dean had been dragged into Hell.
Sam looked tired and drained and she was afraid of what he had been seeing. Like hell was she going to leave him like this, she wasn’t sure which part of her wanted to protect Sam the most… The Consort who was designed to care for her General/King, the angelic part of her that was a warrior and refused to let someone she respected destroy himself, or just Morgan who didn’t like to see any person in this much pain.
Sam seemed like he was going to say no. However, he surprised her when he answered with a short “okay.”
“Good,” Morgan said moving towards the door with a smile. “See you in a bit then.” When she closed the door, she couldn’t help it, she felt a shutter pass through her. Being around Sam felt like she was being crushed, physically painful once she was away from him and knew it would only get worse. ‘Friggin yellow eyed demon, just had to make this more complicated than it needed to be. Please don’t let Sam be seeing the future, I don’t want Sam to know what would have come.’
~*~
Morgan gave Sam what she knew he needed, space, and she wasn’t going to bug him about the dreams. She would wait to see if Sam was just having nightmares or if she wasn’t worrying over nothing. Of course, Morgan always assumed it had to do with the supernatural, it was how she had been raised. When in doubt, it has to be non-human related. It was the safest bet in her life and in regards to the Winchester family.
It was six p.m. when Morgan was out the door of her dorm, and saw one of her biggest obstacles, Jessica. Well not really an obstacle really, Morgan wanted to shove the woman at Sam and say ‘fix him!’. Sadly, Jess didn’t know Sam that well yet and she was attached to another guy, a serious relationship that had lasted the last four years. ‘Why does my life have to be complicated?’ she thought to herself.
“Hey Morgan,” a female voice called to Morgan.
“Jessica,” she said with a smile.
“How’s Sam?” Jess inquired.
Whatever Morgan had expected Jessica Moore to say, it hadn’t been that. “He’s fine I think, why?” she asked.
“It’s just… I’m a little worried about him, he seemed different on the first day of class, like something is weighing him down now. I just wanted to check to see if you noticed anything odd.”
Morgan was gobsmacked. Jessica seemed to be noticing more about Sam than the Hunter would have given her credit for. “He’s probably just missing his brother.”
“Oh,” Jess said.
“Yeah, I was going to have dinner with Sam, you can come if you like,” Morgan offered. It might help in ‘Operation: Get Jess and Sam Together’ after all.
“Oh, no, Dirk and I already made plans for tonight, you and Sam should enjoy your date.” Jess supplied.
Morgan stilled, ‘Date?’ How was having dinner with Sam a date? Then she thought about what she had said. Before she could correct Jess, her dorm mate was gone. Morgan thought to herself, ‘Note to self, find Colt and shoot Azazel.’ Though she knew her own demon blood seemed to have woken on its own, likely to do battle with her angelic grace.
Morgan groaned as she headed towards Sam’s dorm. She really wanted to find out the truth of the matter so she knew what to do. Normal, human issues, Morgan was ill equipped to deal with, supernatural issues? Morgan was all over that! She had no problem dealing with the supernatural, Castiel and her father had taught her well. However, dealing with normal every day problems had not been stressed enough as she had grown up and was suffering because of that.
At the very least, Morgan intended to get Dean’s number to Sam. Maybe that will do some good, or she could always try the trick where she dialed Dean’s number and handed Sam the phone. Morgan doubted that would score her any points.
Morgan sighed as she made it to Sam’s door just as he opened it. “Hey Sam,” she said and took in his looks. He still looked like crap to her, though it had only been a few hours. Morgan knew there wouldn’t be much of a change in his appearance.
“Ready to go?” she asked and saw him nod.
Chapter: 1 of 3
Rating: PG-13
Series: The Winchester Gospels!Rebooted
Genre: Gen with a dash of Het.
Disclaimer: Kripke owns Supernatural. Morgan is mine.
Summary: Morgan is just one of those friends who won't leave it well enough alone.
No matter what, no one could call Morgan an unimaginative hunter. She had spent the early morning hours cutting through paperwork in order to get Dean's phone number. She knew she would need it, after all, separating Dean and Sam Winchester was something that would only kill them. That is exactly why Morgan had harbored thoughts of throwing both the brothers in a room with no escape and leaving them there until they had a chick flick moment.
Heck, she was willing to tie them to chairs and put them in front of one another and make them stay there.
Morgan hadn't seen Sam around at all during the last few days. So she did the only thing she could think off, she snuck into the administration office and looked in his file. It had taken a little to get out of the office unseen and head towards the dorms for the men on the campus. She had gone to room 114 and knocked. When she answered the door however, she found Sam there, the lights were off and the man was only in pajama pants. The first thing she noticed was his torso, due to height she had look up at his face. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was off with him.
“You alright, Sam?”
“Morgan?” Sam asked, his vision clearing. He was shaking mildly.
Morgan noticed the shaking without missing a beat, like he was shivering. “Sam, what's wrong? It's nearly three pm and you look like you just climbed out of bed.”
“No, just been trying to catch up on my sleep, haven't slept well,” Sam answered.
“Do you want to talk?” Morgan offered noticing the flush of Sam's face, like he had been crying. Morgan mentally sent a prayer hoping something hadn't happened to Dean or John, even if she wanted to punch John Winchester in the face. Her appearance in this reality, couldn’t have changed that many things, right? “Is it your Dad?” Morgan asked.
“Morgan,” he began, obviously tired and fatigued. He didn’t want to talk about it, either, but he was too polite to tell her to leave.
“Is it Dean?” Morgan pressed taking a step forward and resting her hand on his arm.
Sam stiffened and said, “It's just nightmares Morgan.” He couldn't make her leave and the increased proximity was draining his reserves.
Morgan knew that excuse, nightmares. Sam gave Dean that excuse when he’d first had his visions. She knew she was going to have to push the concerned friend card as far as she could to make sure that Sam wasn't having visions that weren't supposed to come about yet. “Can I come in?” she asked knowing the rules of the dorms and it wasn't after ten pm, so she could go in.
Sam held the door open for her and closed it behind Morgan. He flipped a light switch on as he began to look for a shirt amongst his things.
Morgan found an unoccupied chair and asked, “So want to tell me what you dreamt about?”
“No,” Sam answered as he found a gray t-shirt and slid on.
“Sam,” Morgan drawled out and vaguely remembered Dean trying to make Sam tell him about the dreams.
“Morgan can you drop it?” Sam snapped at her. He was angry and frustrated, and perhaps a little scared, or at least his expression betrayed those feelings.
“Alright, ” Morgan told him as she stood up. Sam was volatile and she didn't need him directing his rage at her. Especially if the demon blood was as active as she believed, it might unleash to infamous Winchester temper.
“Okay, how about I leave, then come back in an hour and we go get some cheese burgers and some pie. My treat?” she offered. Morgan even though she was afraid that the Consort part of her would try to use this as a starting point to cement her position. That part also couldn’t handle Sam in this state. She needed to make sure he took care of himself. Morgan could almost imagine that this was how Sam looked like after Dean had been dragged into Hell.
Sam looked tired and drained and she was afraid of what he had been seeing. Like hell was she going to leave him like this, she wasn’t sure which part of her wanted to protect Sam the most… The Consort who was designed to care for her General/King, the angelic part of her that was a warrior and refused to let someone she respected destroy himself, or just Morgan who didn’t like to see any person in this much pain.
Sam seemed like he was going to say no. However, he surprised her when he answered with a short “okay.”
“Good,” Morgan said moving towards the door with a smile. “See you in a bit then.” When she closed the door, she couldn’t help it, she felt a shutter pass through her. Being around Sam felt like she was being crushed, physically painful once she was away from him and knew it would only get worse. ‘Friggin yellow eyed demon, just had to make this more complicated than it needed to be. Please don’t let Sam be seeing the future, I don’t want Sam to know what would have come.’
~*~
Morgan gave Sam what she knew he needed, space, and she wasn’t going to bug him about the dreams. She would wait to see if Sam was just having nightmares or if she wasn’t worrying over nothing. Of course, Morgan always assumed it had to do with the supernatural, it was how she had been raised. When in doubt, it has to be non-human related. It was the safest bet in her life and in regards to the Winchester family.
It was six p.m. when Morgan was out the door of her dorm, and saw one of her biggest obstacles, Jessica. Well not really an obstacle really, Morgan wanted to shove the woman at Sam and say ‘fix him!’. Sadly, Jess didn’t know Sam that well yet and she was attached to another guy, a serious relationship that had lasted the last four years. ‘Why does my life have to be complicated?’ she thought to herself.
“Hey Morgan,” a female voice called to Morgan.
“Jessica,” she said with a smile.
“How’s Sam?” Jess inquired.
Whatever Morgan had expected Jessica Moore to say, it hadn’t been that. “He’s fine I think, why?” she asked.
“It’s just… I’m a little worried about him, he seemed different on the first day of class, like something is weighing him down now. I just wanted to check to see if you noticed anything odd.”
Morgan was gobsmacked. Jessica seemed to be noticing more about Sam than the Hunter would have given her credit for. “He’s probably just missing his brother.”
“Oh,” Jess said.
“Yeah, I was going to have dinner with Sam, you can come if you like,” Morgan offered. It might help in ‘Operation: Get Jess and Sam Together’ after all.
“Oh, no, Dirk and I already made plans for tonight, you and Sam should enjoy your date.” Jess supplied.
Morgan stilled, ‘Date?’ How was having dinner with Sam a date? Then she thought about what she had said. Before she could correct Jess, her dorm mate was gone. Morgan thought to herself, ‘Note to self, find Colt and shoot Azazel.’ Though she knew her own demon blood seemed to have woken on its own, likely to do battle with her angelic grace.
Morgan groaned as she headed towards Sam’s dorm. She really wanted to find out the truth of the matter so she knew what to do. Normal, human issues, Morgan was ill equipped to deal with, supernatural issues? Morgan was all over that! She had no problem dealing with the supernatural, Castiel and her father had taught her well. However, dealing with normal every day problems had not been stressed enough as she had grown up and was suffering because of that.
At the very least, Morgan intended to get Dean’s number to Sam. Maybe that will do some good, or she could always try the trick where she dialed Dean’s number and handed Sam the phone. Morgan doubted that would score her any points.
Morgan sighed as she made it to Sam’s door just as he opened it. “Hey Sam,” she said and took in his looks. He still looked like crap to her, though it had only been a few hours. Morgan knew there wouldn’t be much of a change in his appearance.
“Ready to go?” she asked and saw him nod.