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Post by Morgan Vincent on Jun 25, 2009 20:45:14 GMT -5
Morgan nodded when she heard dean "yeah I am sure, I have not been with anyone since then. If your worried about if he knows about what I do he doesn't he just knows what I want him to know. He knows about you. He wanted me to call you over and over to have you come visit." Morgan took a deep breath and sighed at that moment. "I know this will effect him that's why I am telling you. I just can't seem to lie to you dean. Dean I know you don't like complicated, it was not hard to figure that out. You left and I figured it was because of that but I realized that the job you do is a part of you and I tried so hard to change you, I realized when you left that I couldn't change you so I stopped trying."
Morgan walked over and sat down next to Dean, she looked out over the lawn. She smiled remembering how much Johnny is like Dean, She couldn't help but want him to be safe. "He is like you in so many ways you know. He has your strength and spirit, even your habit for being a pain in my behind. He is smart like Sam, and loves sports, He said when he grew up he wants to be like his father." Morgan turned and looked at Dean, she could tell by the look on his face something was wrong. "What is it Dean, what are you not telling me. Oh so I think something bad is coming is your way of saying watch my back."
Morgan sighed and watched Dean "You know you are taking this rather well and I was thinking about something. I want you to get to know your son Dean. I want him to get to know you, your his father. He wants me to tell him stories every night and check under his bed and in his closet. Stories only go so far Dean, he needs you and so do I." Morgan smiled and patted Dean on his leg before she stood and headed back inside, she heard her son yelling her name saying he was ready for dinner.
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Post by Jonathan Logan Vincent on Jun 25, 2009 22:20:45 GMT -5
John looke dat Sam and smiled as he nodded and grab his hand trying to get him to come with him. "Sam nice name so this is cool I get to show you my room." John ran ahead of Sam in to his room which was all about cars. There were cars everywhere even his bed was a car. "My mom did this for me because I love cars and rock N roll." John looked up at Sam and went to place his backpack on his bed. "So what are you doing here?." He sat on his bed and watched Sam with curiousity and wonder. Then he went to wash his hands before they headed down the steps what seemed like thirty minutes later. "Hey mom I washed my hands you ready for dinner."
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Post by Dean Winchester on Jun 25, 2009 22:59:48 GMT -5
Dean had to wonder why she had to move around so much he just had sat down. And the danger wasn't just her he was talking about. Sure she was a part of the picture. But a part of it, and a big part of it had to do with the fact that he potentially could go back to the one place he didn't want to. That and he most of course again worried about Sam. Sam was ever more important than even himself. And the thought of his freaky psychic stuff could be used again. But question was, by who. And who would want to re kindle his contract. Now that was crazy. Though if someone had, he could be tracked, even at that very moment and he wouldn't even know it. And now with the thought of a kid, that just was way over his head. He again could be easily dead within any amount of time, knowing that the crossroads crap didn't apply. So a part of him was very weary. He sat on the swing for a few seconds longer and then followed her quickly back inside after hearing really really distant thunder. Yep there was a storm a coming. He walked back inside and definitely locked the door.
He then after locking the door said, "As much as I would like to have a heart to heart with John soon I think that we should protect this house and now. I am talking anything and everything, salt, temp traps, the works. Just in case for the night. After all any precaution is better than none. And its going to really take some time to really come down to the even conceiving thought that John is my son. So that will take time. And...." he then saw the kid on the stairs waiting for dinner. "Hey there....." He now had to put on a good face for the kid. He hated bad news and especially giving it to a kid Johns age.
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Post by Sam Winchester on Jun 25, 2009 23:00:15 GMT -5
Samjust watch the kid. He really couldn't keep up with the kid. So he didn't try. He just watched and that was it. As he let John get ready, he stood by the door. And then when John asked the question why he was here he answered, more a mumble to self though cause he figured the kid wasn't paying much attention anyway, "Because Dean is."
He put his hands in his pockets. Boy the kid was something else. Though somehow unlike earlier in the day when it was sunny and that he felt at peace and fine. Now he just felt....different. Something felt off, the atmosphere probably. But it didn't feel right. He gave a sigh though and tried to shrug it off. He then looked out the kids window and saw the dark clouds coming in. Finally he decided to turn on the small radio in the kids room. He turned it just right enough to catch a storm warning. Figures, he thought to himself as he listened to the severe storm report. He was glad the kid had gone off to ask about dinner. He then turned it back on and then looked back out the window. A sound of a very dull low rumble of thunder could be heard in the distance. It was going to be a long night. He then turned the radio off and walked out of the room himself. Though a part of him wasn't all that hungry. However he didn't know why.
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Post by Morgan Vincent on Jun 29, 2009 20:36:12 GMT -5
Morgan smiled as she heard what dean said she nodded at him knowing it was for her protection as well as her sons. She walked over and looked at her son, she bent down and looked at him square in the face. "Hey sweetie you remember what grandpa use to do with the salt, and what he use to say about it." She looked at her son as he shook his head yes. "Well can you go with Sam and Dean here and help them with the other rooms while I do the kitchen and finish dinner." Her son shook his head and then ran to the storage room in the dining room. She looked at Dean and Sam with a smile "See he is my son. Take all the time you need to get use to it." She went to help her son pouring some for him in a bucket, she took the rest with her. "Ok remember get every little crack Johnny ok." She watched as he nodded and left, she looked at Sam and Dean. "hey do you think that one of you can go with him."
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Post by Jonathan Logan Vincent on Jun 29, 2009 21:14:08 GMT -5
Little Johnny looked at sam and smiled at him "So your the younger brother, making my daddy the plder brother." Johnny looked at Dean at the bottom of the steps, he smiled at the guy. Johnny could tell that his daddy was strong and smart, that he knew what he was doing. "Hey daddy" Johnny said to dean then he turned to his mommy. "Yes I remember grandpa said it would keep us safe and not let the evul harm us. We have to put salt on all the windows and the doors and every hidden crack." Johnny listened to his mommy and smiled jumping up and down because he got to help out. "Oh Daddy can come with me yay daddy, I get to help daddy." Johnny kept bouncing up and down as he ran to the closet to grab the salt waiting for his mother to come help him once she did he ran back to dean and showed him the salt. "Look daddy and uncle Sam I am a big boy."
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Post by Dean Winchester on Jun 30, 2009 20:26:58 GMT -5
Dean looked down at the hyper boy again. He had to wonder what the kid had had for lunch, maybe even breakfast at that. He was beginning to think he was going to need more than one cup of black coffee just to keep up. Though he didn't let his getting older isms show out. He smiled at the boy and ruffled the kids hair. "Your alright kid. And yeah I can see that your a big boy. I suppose you can help me salt, while Sammy here puts down some traps. That reminds me Sam, can you quickly go grab some of our supplies from the trunk if you know what I mean. While little guy here and I get started. Anyways were gonna be at this a while after all, more than likely until dinner starts. But be careful, I thought I saw thunder clouds rolling in. We may end up getting a thunderstorm before the evening is through." he said. He then looked at the boy and continued, "Okay you, come on...we really should get started on doing this. After all the salt can't lay itself down. See ya in a bit Morgan, when Johnny here and I are done."
He grabbed a hold of the kids shoulder and gestured for him to go into to the living room with him. As he directed him to help with the salt he asked, "So you like cars eh?" Dean didn't know what else to say to the kid. He wasn't used to dealing with children. He was used to dealing with the things that usually bumped around in the night, being monsters and such. Kids were a whole new playing field, one that he had almost entered with another boy named Ben. The kid reminded him of himself but much shorter. It was very oddly strange over that fact. He had really hoped that the kid was his, but to no avail it wasn't. Or so the mom claimed anyway. Though again and again he had to beg to differ. But now by some chance for a fact, now he really did have a son. One that was five of course and hasn't had too much experience with the world yet. But one that could easily be influenced. Dean liked and didn't like that concept at the same time. After all what real honest bad influences could possibly effect Johnny. That was the one thing Dean did worry about. But other than that, he, a pretty much mini him, now stood near him working on the same things he had started to do as a child, the salting stuff and that. However Johnny was just a bit younger than when he had started. He really didn't like the idea of the kid knowing. But with a family full of hunters it was kinda hard to ignore the fact he supposed. So for now he gave fighting it a rest. It was only going to make himself tired and give himself a migraine anyway if he thought any harder over it. Though he had to wonder why none of the rest of the family knew. Though he did have to wonder which other of Morgan's family knew about her trade of work.
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Post by Sam Winchester on Jun 30, 2009 20:48:17 GMT -5
Sam finished coming down the stairs and gave a nod to Dean. He then said to him. "Yeah I can do that. And I did hear about the thunderstorm stuff. While I was upstairs, it seems to be for a certainty that there will be. So yeah I will get the stuff quickly. Wouldn't want to get stuck out in the rain anyway after all if it did start raining. Could use some fresh air away. So yeah I'll see you two in a sec."
He then walked out the front door and to the car to go open the trunk after having made sure he had to get the keys to get in. He gave a sigh as he walked over to the trunk. He opened it casually and then started to sift through there stuff under the flap in the storage compartment part of the car. It was going to take a bit for him to get everything. This he figured would give Dean a few minutes of alone time with the little kid. He heard the thunder in the distance again. It almost made his hair curl for how loud it was getting. But he didn't stop searching for stuff.
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Post by Alley McColmin on Jun 30, 2009 20:48:46 GMT -5
Alley rode all the way to Morgan's house by bike after work. By the time she got there she had noted that the clouds were well rolling in before she even reached Morgan's driveway. She gave a sigh and blew some of her hair out of her face as she went. She groaned as she heard another thunder roll. She just hoped that she would be able to get the stuff to Morgan before the storm got any worse than it was. As she sped down the drive she saw another car in the driveway. A black car at that. It wasn't one she knew of. But then again Morgan had many aquaintances she knew. Most of this she knew through Morgans sister. But that was beside the point. She then stopped her bike, skidding to a stop. She swung off it and put the kick stand down. "Hey, there. Um...is Morgan home by chance. I have something for her. And its kinda important its for...one of her many side jobs. Its nice to met you though, my name is Alley. Whats yours?" she asked. And in her head she though, Heavens he is freakin' hot!
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Post by Morgan Vincent on Jun 30, 2009 21:03:53 GMT -5
Morgan nodded to Dean and watched him leave with Johnny, she hoped for his sake they would be ok. She thought that it was an ok idea for Dean to be with his son and the same goes for Sam. Morgan heard about the thunderstorms and frowned when they got storms the lights went out and she and Johnny always camped out in the living room. Morgan finished dinner and mad the table for every one, then she went and gathered all the supplies she would need sheet sand flash lights and so on. She stopped when she heard voices out front.
On her way to the front door "Ok guys time for dinner." She walked out side just as it started to pour down rain, she saw a girl on a bike and realized who it was she smiled. "Hey Sam come on in dinners ready. Ally why don't you join us for dinner and then I will give you a ride home when it stops raining."
Morgan left the door open for them and watched the rain as it hit the porch. She turned and made her way back in to the kitchen, passing her son and his father. She smiled at them, she did not realize just how much they were a like until now at this moment she heard Dean ask Johnny about cars. She continued in to the kitchen and set up the food on the table.
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Post by Jonathan Logan Vincent on Jun 30, 2009 21:56:04 GMT -5
Johnny looked at his dad with a smile then frowned and walked ahead of dean to start with the salt. "Do you want me to call you dad or would Dean be better?" Johnny asked Dean knowing he was his father was one thing, it has just been him and his mom for well ever and now he had a dad he was not sure how he felt about that. He remembered times he spent with his mother fishing and playing baseball, even working on cars with her and grandpa.
They were his memories and now he had a dad hopefully his dad would be around long enough to start new memories with him. "Yes I love cars specially the fast ones I watch the races with grandpa every year well until he left. What about you do you like cars?"
Johnny put salt over the windows and the door, he looked up at Dean and smiled trying to be like him following his every step. He heard his mom call for them saying dinner is ready. "Looks like its dinner time. We better go mommy can get grumpy if she does not get her way." Johnny looked at dean and then grabbed his hand and trying to drag him into the kitchen.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Jul 4, 2009 5:11:17 GMT -5
"That's great." he said to the kid about the cars thing and then he felt himself being tugged at. He had no choice but to put the salt down. The job wasn't even done yet. Heavens he hoped that Sam would finish it. It seemed he could never get anything done. And he did try to protest about it not being done. "I know....dinners ready Johnny....but couldn't we finish making sure ....that the house is safe first."
He felt himself being drug into the kitchen. It was inevitable to say the least. He gave a sigh and said, "I suppose it can be finished afterwords. Either that or Sam finishes for him. He would so owe his brother if he did. As soon as he felt the boy let go he commented to Morgan, "Uh hey Morgan. The salting ain't quite done yet, but Johnny here heard the call for food and well...here we are I suppose."
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Post by Sam Winchester on Jul 4, 2009 5:24:41 GMT -5
"Um yeah its nice to meet you too. I'm Sam. Uh Morgan is-" Sam said being cut of briefly by Morgan. "Here and inside. Um you can go on ahead and go in. After all this I feel is going to turn into a very bad storm. I just have to get few things before I go in."
He looked at her with curiosity. She looked nice, but he had a feeling she was way to young for him. Even if he though of her as cute. He shook his head and then began to feel the rain come in. Oh that's just great, he thought to himself. He gave her a smile and continued to grab the rest of the stuff. And whether she went in or not, he sure did to get out of the rain. Though once he got inside he saw a sight only half bake done. He gave a sigh. He knew it had to be finished. And so before he personally thought of food, he was going to get the work done and that. Could Dean honestly let it slip that badly. He shook his head and that and got to work. He knew he had a lot to do. Though it would have been quicker with Deans help.
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Post by Alley McColmin on Jul 4, 2009 5:37:42 GMT -5
She decided to head on in. Heavens he sounded as cute as he looked. Though she had a bad feeling he was way to old for her to even think about having intimate thoughts about. So she kept those sorts of thoughts to a minimum. Though once she got inside she put the stuff for Morgan where she could get at it and then went to go see what Sam was up too. The poor thing was all alone in making traps and salting. Well at least she mostly understood the concepts behind doing it. So she went over to him and said, "Here, let me help you. You look like you could use it. Honestly I know some of this sort of stuff myself, being sort of a witchy type. But don't get me wrong, I'm not the kind that should be burned at a stake or something. Quite frankly I find it offensive if people think of all witches as evil just because they know a few things. After all true witches are not dabblers. Dabblers are filth and there the ones people should be hunting down, the really give an humble witch a bad name. Most witches divulge in protection and the betterment of the society as a whole. There not half as focus on themselves as many branches of society are. Which quite frankly is a shame. Cause enemies are the worst things to ever have. Anyways, enough of my strange ramblings, you probably don't want to hear them anyway. But yeah I don't mind helping ya to get your job done faster. So you can go eat. Honestly if most of this doesn't get finished by you, I can finish it for ya." With that she began to help finish the process that Dean and Johnny had started on. And it seemed like forever that they were at it and most of the time she noted that Sam was sort of quite. She could tell that he was a thinking type. She kinda liked that. Made him look even more cute.
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Post by Morgan Vincent on Jul 9, 2009 13:00:41 GMT -5
Morgan nodded at dean and Johnny when they came inside but she stopped. "Well Dean why don't you go head and get that finished while I feed Johnny. You and Sam can just eat later on when your done." she nodded at Dean when she didn't hear sam come in to the room after them, she turned and saw Ally smiling." How are you sweetie. Johnny go sit down and I will make you a plate." Morgan went and got the plates and forks and knives out of the cabinet placing them on the table she turned to Ally. "Help yourself Ally, everything you need is right there." Morgan went and made up a plate for Johnny then placed it in front of him. "Now how about a glass of chocolate milk with your dinner johnny." She watched as her son shook his head smiling at her.
Morgan looked at Ally and smiled "hey do you mind staying with him for a few. i am just going to check on them in the other room." Morgan walked in to the other room after giving Johnny his Milk. "Hey so how is it going in here with you two?" Morgan went over and looked at all the stuff Sam brought in and then turned towards them. "You look like your ready for an all out war here guys. Why do I get the feeling your hiding something Dean." She looked up at him with a glare and then turns her head away. She walks out of the room with out another word heading back to the kitchen.
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