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Post by Alley McColmin on Aug 17, 2009 23:41:30 GMT -5
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Oh God I'm sorry." she said still weeping. "I'm sorry Morgan. I didn't mean for anything to happen, I'm sorry." She couldn't stop crying no matter what Sam was saying. Inside she was not only sad, but she was pissed. Pissed at the fact that it was the fact of the hunting that got Johnny in the position he was in now. It was Morgans fault, but she wasn't about to tell her that. She knew what Morgan was about. Morgans sister mentioned it a couple of times. That and the runs she had to make to deliver stuff. Why oh why didn't Morgan give up after having Johnny. She couldn't understand that. She loved Morgan, but sometimes she felt that Morgan was a bit irresponsible with Johnny. Though she supposed that had a lot to do with taking care of kids a lot herself at the daycare. She didn't know whether to yell at Morgan or feel sorry for her. But she in all her kindheartedness took up feeling sorry for her, for she had to admit, Morgan already got the biggest part of the blow. She just lost her child.
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Post by Morgan Vincent on Aug 17, 2009 23:55:11 GMT -5
Morgan just saw her son taken from her she did not know how to respond to what just happened. She heard Sam but just ignored him and ran to the window through which her son was gone. The window was wide open and rain was coming down at least it blocked her tears from being seen. Morgan just stood there staring out to an empty sky hearing her sons screams, Morgan did not get to Johnny in time to stop the demon. Morgan left the window open then turned to everyone else in the room, she walked over to where dean was on the couch in la la land. "Your son was just taken now I hope your happy." Morgan slapped him hard as she could across the face before running out of the room crying as hard as she could.
Morgan ran upstairs to Johnnys room and just sat on his bed where she just broke loose and cried. She saw the picture on his bedside table of them together and took it holding it to her chest, she layed on the bed clutching it to her heart. She just layed there then stood up and walked around her son's room wanting to touch everything trying to remember all of the times they had together but she would find him no matter what happened. She ran to the window in his room and yelled out in to the night. "I will find you, and I will kill you for taking my son you son of a bitch. The next time I see you I won't hesitate to kick your sorry ass." Morgan sighed and took a deep breath. Morgan took deans keys out of her pocket and tipptoed to the closet grabbing the bag out of it. She went quietly to the door locking it and placing a big heavy piece of furniture in front of it. She went towards the window and made sure she had her bag over her shoulder before she got hold of the tree and climbed down.
Morgan figured she had to move fast before Sam found out what she was doing. She tipped toed across the grass towards Deans car, she figured he would be pissed at her enough to come after her, she was sorry for doing this but it had to be done. She quietly opened up the door to dean's car tossing her bag in the passenger seat before getting in and closing the door behind her. She started the engine and peeled out of the driveway.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Aug 18, 2009 0:13:02 GMT -5
Dean was still out cold downstairs. He didn't even have the faintest clue that he had been slapped or anything. Honestly he had no idea that Johnny was even gone. Oh, but would he be pissed about it when he woke up.
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Post by Sam Winchester on Aug 18, 2009 0:39:58 GMT -5
Sam thought the whole ordeal tiring. He looked to Alley hoping she was alright. He then took her upstairs with him so that he could find out how Morgan was doing. He ushered for Alley to stay quite as he went to Johnny's room, figuring the girl would be there. He wouldn't know what to say to her. But he figured he would come up with something.
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Post by Alley McColmin on Aug 18, 2009 0:42:27 GMT -5
Alley fell very silent. She waited at the end of the hall as Sam made his way to Johnny's room. She wasn't going to intrude. She had to gather her own thoughts anyway.
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Post by Morgan Vincent on Aug 18, 2009 0:55:48 GMT -5
Morgan made it to the end of the drive way and stopped thinking that she is a total idiot. She just sat there wanting to be alone but the funny thing is that Johnnys father is at her house sitting on her couch totally out of it. she also thought that he is going to kill her when he wakes up for stealing his car, she started the car and turned around heading back down the drive way towards her house. She parked out front and grabbed her bag then headed back inside after locking dean's car up.
Morgan walked inside and shut the door behind her, she dropped her bag on the ground then made her way over to dean placing his keys back in his pocket same as before yet she knew he would still know that she took them. She sighed and kissed the top of his head then leaned down in his ear and whispered. "Yes I stole your keys and car but I am sorry and it won't happen again. " Morgan stood up and walked away from dean towards the steps with her bag when she saw sam and haylie come down the steps. She smiled at them then frowned at the same time, she walked past them on her way up the steps. Morgan walked in to her room taking off her wet clothes she put on her warm silk pjs before heading back down stairs and to the couch sitting where Johnny had been.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Aug 18, 2009 1:35:48 GMT -5
At first all Dean could hear from Morgans voice was something about stealing and then something about his car. That made him come to very quickly whether he really needed to or wanted to for that matter. He tried to sit bolt upright and that, but instead his head spun, making him fall back onto the couch. "What the hell." he grumbled, feeling majorly sore all over. He didn't still know what to think. His mind was still racing with blankness, but then it came into focus. The thoughts of the invisible assailant fresh in his mind. He wanted to sit bolt up right again, but again dizziness overtook him from having lack of blood. He then felt a sharp pain shoot up his arm. He couldn't believe his luck. But he tried to gather his thoughts. "Morgan, Sam, ....Alley." he called out groggily. His eyes began to adjust to the room, fading out of blurriness. "Guys what the hell just happened? And what about my car?" he questioned awkwardly.
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Post by Sam Winchester on Aug 24, 2009 2:08:08 GMT -5
Sam had notice that Morgan hadn't been in her room. So that made him go back down stairs to figure things out. However seeing her downstairs had only meant one thing he figured. And as Sam came down the stairs he said after he clearly heard Dean voice, "Hey bro glad to see you with the waking again. Thought you were going to be clunked out for the rest of the evening. As for your car I bet Morgan here was going to steal it. I bet anything. Morgan for some reason I don't know why you would want to put such a death wish upon yourself. Heh, not smart trying to take on Deans car. He would have hunted you down like a Parana on a mission. Now that would be interesting."
He went over to his brothers and Morgans side. This whole situation seemed utterly puppy pathetic in size. He looked back to see if Alley had come down to. He could tell that she was hiding in the shadows. But he felt she shouldn't have to hide there. So he gestured her to join the group. Things were going to be better and he was the one that was going to make a difference. "Honestly, if there is anyone who is going to be going anywhere in town or out of town it will most especially be me. Dean I think you still need to rest a bit. I probably may find some answers if I poke around a while Maybe I should call up Bobby even. He may know something. Who knows, but its my turn to figure something out for once."
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Post by Alley McColmin on Aug 24, 2009 2:15:29 GMT -5
Alley did come out of the shadows of course, but very slowly. She still was very nerve racked by everything. She made her way to everyone and then stopped and began to fidget. She didn't know what else there was to do. This was a very high dramatic situation. And situations like that just never boded well for her. Her mind was muddled and distraught. However Sam's talk of leaving broke the din. "Um...I may not be of much help, but maybe the police station may know something, or maybe of the pubs in town. There's always gossip there. Um...yeah." she said. She wanted to try and be helpful, she just didn't know really how to go about it all. All she really knew was herbs and such. That and taking care of kids.
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Post by Morgan Vincent on Sept 1, 2009 12:04:42 GMT -5
Morgan looked around and then left the room and heading upstairs and out the hall window she made her way back in to Johnny's room and moved the stuff away from the door and opened it. She made her way back out to her room and got out of her soaking wet clothes again. She layed down on her bed closing her eyes and letting sleep take over her. As she layed there her thoughts and nightmares took over, the evil overcame her and took her mind. She tossed and turned then started screaming, she was reliving her son being taken but it was different this time.
Morgan felt as if she was living in the dream she was stabbed by the demon when she tried to save her son and she was bleeding in real life. She was trying to overcome the fear that was keeping her in dream state which she did a few minutes later. When she opened her eyes she saw that she was bleeding, she grabbed the nearest thing to cover the wound. She yelled downstairs "Bring the first aid kit."
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Post by Dean Winchester on Sept 22, 2009 16:40:01 GMT -5
Dean wanted to protest but it seemed that because of the state he was in, it was better that he did. Yet he thought he would at least try. "But, ...look Sam I'll be fine. No harm no fowl, right?" he said with a sly grin. He held that grin until that was, when Sam gave him a disagreeing look. He then had let the smile go as he had watched Morgan leave the room. Man she can never seem to sit still for to long, he thought to himself. Though around a time like this who could, not even he wanted to sit still. He gave a sigh and then looked at Sam and said, "Alright, you win....this time, but don't expect any more freebies out of me. Do what you must to get this figured out. However I don't think were going to be able to figure out anything tonight. Its just too miserable outside to do anything. Maybe you should see if you can make some calls instead. That should keep you busy."
He got some approval from both of them finally so that was when Dean shifted his weight a little as he laid there. He really didn't want to be laying down on the job, but what choice did he have. He looked at the ceiling reproachfully, gave a sigh, and then closed his eyes pathetically. He didn't want to think anymore realy for the night as is. He had a mega migraine from all the days events. There was just too much at once going on in Deans mind. Yet with all of it buzzing around in his head he still seemed to manage to by some miricle fall fast asleep. Unbeknownce to him that sleep wouldn't last long, broken by the scream of Morgan from upstairs. Dean's eyes had flashed open at that point. He looked around to see if all it was, was just a reminance of some dream, and then he heard it again. This time he bolted upright on the couch the fastest he could. As he looked around he didn't see Sam anywhere. Nor Alley either. They must have gone into one of the other rooms to give him some peace to sleep.
"Sammy!" Dean called out and then waited for a response. There was none. He then called Sam again. Still no response. He finally got up and went over to look out the window and saw that the Impala was still there. Which meant they had to still be around. Ah well maybe they were snooping around the house for answers, but wouldn't they of noticed the screams if they were on the main floor or the the upper floor. They had to be in the basement digging around in there or something for answers, if they could find any down there. Dean turned and looked toward the stairs that went up. He sighed to himself and then went over to them. "Damn it!" he cursed softly to himself. He put his hand on the railing and pulled himself up the stairs slowly. Finally through minorly gritted teeth he got himself up onto the upper floors platform. He gasped a bit from having to use so much energy just to get up a set of stairs. He then went to Morgans room where he knew that she was screaming in. He opened the door and asked, "What wrong, why are you- " he stopped short seeing her bleeding. "Screaming....." He let the word trail off as he walked in further. "Morgan, what the hell happened! Last I saw was that you left the room and then I am guessing you came up here. But what I don't understand is, why in the hell are you bleeding profusely? Wait don't answer that though just yet. Let me go get the first aid kit first.:
Dean then took a step out of the room and walked down the hall to the bathroom. He walked inside and flipped on the light. As he began to search throught the cupboards for the med kit, he took a moment to look at himself in the mirror. Shit you look like hell Dean, he thought to himself. And his assumptions weren't far from the truth. The poor guy had bags under his eyes and dark circles around them as well. His face looked drawn and weary. His expression seemed like that of one who was a dead man walking. It was all accountable fore he looked like shit runover twice in one day. After having gripped the bathroom sink hard while looking at his own reflection, he finally went back to work looking for the med kit. Finally he found it and brought it back into room Morgan was in. He painfully went over to her and sat on the bed next to her and began to fix her wound like it was just another day on the job. Honestly his mind was too numb to think much of it. As he sat there and began to tend to the bleeding he finally said, "Alright, now you can tell me what the hell happened."
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Post by Sam Winchester on Sept 25, 2009 15:52:03 GMT -5
Meanwhile of course Sam was down in the basement trying to find answers. He would search the house inside out to find any clues as to why whatever it was, was after them, especially Morgan. He was also deeply worried about the child, Johnny. After all the kid was only a little boy. It didn't seem fair that the the tyke had to share the same rutted fate that his mom was in. He didn't do anything to deserve it. Parts of him were debating on whether or not he still should be slightly mad at Moragn, for having such a small child being involved in such dangerous antics; or whether he should sympathized because of the fact that she did just lose her son. A part of himself argued no, and the other half argued yes.So for now he just couldn't win. So he mused himself with boxes while he tried not to think about it. It seemed easier that way as he dusted off a really old box that seemed faded and tattered.
The words that were written on it were almost unreadable as he tried squinting at to read what it said. Unfortunately he couldn't make it out. This made him realize he was going to have to go inside the box and look to see what its contents were..As he opened it he began to wonder to himself if he should of not listened to Dean and should have gone out and started looking for the boy. After all he had no idea whether or not the boy was going to be alive by the time they would find him. However, they still needed to know what they were up against. That was why Sam was down in the basement with Alley in the first place, looking for clues or answers as to what Morgan could have pissed off. So far things came up empty handed. This made Sam want to curse to himself, but he did refrain. As he was sifting he looked over to where Alley was sifting through another box that she had put up onto a table. "Any luck on your end?" he asked wearily. He had a feeling he already knew the answer, but he thought he would ask anyway.
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Post by Alley McColmin on Sept 25, 2009 16:12:57 GMT -5
As Alley looked through the box, she blew some bangs out of her face as she heard what Sam had said. "No" she commented. "Nothing yet, except for a bunch of cobwebs and dust everywhere. It feels like were getting no where with this."
She gave a sigh and continued to shuffle through the box. She felt more and more it was a hopeless endeavor. However she didn't have to shove her frustrations out on poor Sam. So she felt the need to apologize. "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap," she said turning her gaze to him. "I guess I am just tired, frustrated, and all around just feel lousy."
The look that she though that she got back however surprised her. He looked to her like he understood how she felt. It was such a warm look in her eyes. She gave him a half smile and went back to work on sifting through the annoying box that was before her. She knew it was going to be a long night still ahead. And she didn't want to think about what it would be filled with. After all she was already in a tenacious mood over the fact that one of the children she helps watch over at the daycare was now missing. She didn't want to feel that helpless yet over them matter. She be damned if she did. She was going to prove that she could do something right for once.
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Post by Morgan Vincent on Sept 28, 2009 19:07:01 GMT -5
Morgan looked up from holding her side to see Dean standing there, man he looked like hell. She watched him walk over to her and ask her questions when she was about to reply he said no hold on a minute. She watched him leave the room and made a face after hm. "Fine smart ass this is not my fault i will have you know." she yelled after him. she said jackass under her breath and held her side tighter and felt like she was going to pass out from the pain and blood loss. she lay there waiting on dean feeling more helpless then ever and blaming herself for everything that has been happening. Her son was gone and kept reliving it in her head thinking it should have been her and that if she changed her job maybe this would have never happened.
She was so out of it she did not even know Dean had come back in to the room and was fixing up her wound and ouch it hurt like hell. "Ha you look like hell and I feel like hell what a combination we make dean." Morgan saw that blood was seeping through her clothes and on to her sheets, she looked at dean. "I came up her and layed down to try and get some sleep lets just say I had a night mare and was stabbed in it, then I woke up and saw blood in the same spot. " Morgan started to loose consciousness and her eyes started to drift close when she thought dean might leave her she grabbed his hand and she spoke some words but her speech was slurred a lot. "Dean...... don't gooooooooooooooo........ stay .. with me...." While this was happening Morgan was still laying in her own blood which was creepy but she didn't care.
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