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"Little Broken" by Mollie McGrath

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"Uh, yeah, Garth," Morgan responded as reassuringly as she could, "All good."

For a brief moment, it seemed he believed her lie, but then the door handle rattled.

"Morgan, please," Garth sighed, "There's either a massive gas leak in your room, or a demon. Either way, we've got a problem."

Morgan scoffed lightly. She didn't want Garth to be the one Dean had left in charge of her, but he was, and, unfortunately, would have to deal with her brother's wrath after learning she was gone. Though, Morgan considered that was a better fate than if Garth managed to open the door and faced Crowley.

"Can we go?" she pleaded.

"Where is that, exactly?" Crowley asked dryly as the door shook and Garth continued begging her to come out.

"Chicago," Morgan rolled her eyes.

"Oh," the demon's eyebrows jumped, "Many apologies my dear, had I known it was such a simple location, really only one intersection to choose from-"

Morgan sighed heavily, the door hammered in its frame.

Crowley smirked, "Did you perhaps have a specific location in mind?"

She thought for a moment, but thuds cracked against the other side of her door, and Morgan blurted out, "The alley behind Ed Debevic's-"

"You don't like me," Ennis flashed a smile, "That's fine, I don't need new friends. And I personally don't care if you wanna take on the demon princess solo, my focus is the werewolves. But if we're solvin' our problems together, I gotta know where everybody's sittin' in this plan."

Claire was already staring at Bryan when he turned, finding the few moments of cold eye contact unnecessary to understanding her opinion.

"What were you doin' dressed up as an electrician?" Bryan asked Ennis.

The other scoffed, "Surveilance, y'know, plus I might'a wired in a remote hijacking system for the Duvall's security system."

"What?" Claire gasped and her jaw dropped open when Ennis turned his phone around to reveal a security application.

"Gotta bust the locks old school," Ennis said, pocketing his phone, "But the cops won't get called."

"Does that give you alerts?" Bryan nodded at the disappearing phone.

Ennis nodded, "Every time it's armed or disarmed."

"Cool," Bryan admitted, quietly.

"So, David, is he joining us?" Claire asked.

"This place is a little divey for his taste," Ennis chuckled, gesturing the windowless bar with his beer.

"On the job," she rolled her eyes.

"I imagine he'd like to get involved," Ennis nodded, "Doesn't hurt to have a guy on your team that can shift into anybody."

"Shed skin might be a give away," Bryan grumbled.

"If he weren't a pure-blooded shifter I'd agree with you," Ennis retorted and clarified, "Lassiter is one of the last lines of shape-shifters that can be traced back to the beginning of monsters-"

"Like Purgatory, Eve and the Alpha shapeshifter?" Claire asked, earning identical confusion from the others.

"I don't know about none'a that," Ennis shook his head, "I just know I seen David's kinda people leave piles'a shit that belongs in a melting wax museum, but him 'n his sister, they just change."

Bryan watched Claire nod, making note to make her explain what she knew about monster lineage that he didn't, evidently it was a lot.

Between the three of them, they began devising a plan to sneak attack the Duvall penthouse. Several times, Bryan pressed the Colt to his side in his inside jacket pocket.

"David can pass as any'a those wolves," Ennis insisted on their lookout.

"Have you actually seen him successfully sneak in and-" Bryan began.

"Yeah," Ennis interrupted, his temper growing as he spoke, "I have. You think 'cause his girl got forced into a profitable marriage he just walked away? That he doesn't try whatever stupid tricks he can to be with her because not being with her is unbearable? That maybe simply being near her makes him try to be better, and being apart makes him less than human?!"

Bryan's mouth was dry, his mind and tongue equally absent of words. Claire too sat gaping at the man head bent over a nearly empty beer across the table. Neither stupid enough to comment that David Lassiter wasn't technically human, Ennis's argument had broken an emotional wall. Suddenly, Bryan really wished he'd taken the outside of the booth, and, briefly, considered pushing Claire off the seat and running from the awkward conversation. Though having both of them hate him wouldn't help his plan at all.

Ennis raised his eyes, first at Claire and offered a small grin, but his expression hardened the moment he shifted to Bryan.

"How long you been hot on the Winchester girl?" Ennis asked with a tone as cold as his stare.

"Not long I guess," Bryan shrugged.

"C'mon," the older man scoffed, "How'd you end up runnin' into her?"

"School," he offered, pained instantly with memories and surprised by the anger pouring from his slightly buzzed lips, "Both from families that hunt monsters, but ya don't talk about that, y'know, we just sorta hit it off at school, 'til a nest of vamps fucked everything up, barely got out alive, but I had to drop out, shit I might as well not even legally exist anymore! And that might not be a huge deal for her, 'cause she'd been in school like a month, but, I had a 4.0 GPA, working on a scholarship, and, after six years, you make friends y'know-" Bryan bit his lips together the moment his voice cracked.

Claire put her hand on his back. He should have shrugged her off, but he couldn't, hating his need for comfort in that moment, and hating so much more than that about himself.

"Yeah," Ennis agreed softly, "I know. It sucks losing friends."

"Yeah, it does," Bryan nodded.

The two grinned at each other, small, but significant.

An hour later, they left the dark bar and walked down a dark street, and several more as Claire muttered promises of knowing the way to the parking garage. She cursed the cold, but Bryan's thoughts remained focused on Morgan and Ennis. Ennis had had a love once, a love he'd clearly never let go well after she'd gone, torturing him to be 'less than human' every day. But Bryan hadn't felt entirely human in as long as he could remember, until Morgan. But she seemed to bring as much anger as she did elation and he almost longed for the comfort of his previously emotionless state.

The smell of greasy burgers and a sewer-like stench greeted Morgan before she opened her eyes and smiled around the alley as a car horn blared in the neighboring street. Sweet home Chicago.

"Crowley," she sighed, "Have I told you how much I love you?"

"Don't push the flattery, Morgan," Crowley said, brushing dust from his sport coat sleeve.

She smirked and extended her wrists, "Mind poppin' these off?"

The demon considered her for longer than Morgan appreciated, and his eventual expression was far from what she hoped for. Sighing heavily, he said, "Before I do that, I need to understand what your plans are here."

As much as she tried not to, Morgan couldn't help the scowl settling in her features. Lowering her arms in slow, feigned surrender, she calmly said, "Finding Bryan and Claire and taking them back before they do something fatally stupid. Because I'm sure you'd agree the two of them going after Dagon is a monumentally bad idea."

"The worst," Crowley agreed, "Though on par I expect."

"What's that mean?" Morgan challenged, though she knew exactly what Crowley meant.

"That boyfriend of yours, while I can understand the attraction darling, he's not exactly the brightest bulb in the box, you know," he smirked, "Too head strong for his own good, like Dean, but without the lifelong training that allows your brother to at least make his way out of those, monumentally bad decisions."

"Yeah, well, I'd still like to find him and Claire before the cavalry arrive. So, if you could remove these," she extended her wrists again, "that would be great."

Crowley sighed, "I'm serious, Morgan, Dagon is the last thing you should run at head first, even to save your stupid friends."

"Crowley, I don't even know where to run," Morgan challenged, "All I want is to make sure they're safe. I'm not looking for Dagon, I know better."

The demon chuckled, "Seems one Winchester can learn from their mistakes."

Morgan stopped herself from grumbling, 'bite me,' and just smiled sarcastically, "We good then?"

Crowley snapped his fingers and the cuffs disintegrated, but he raised an eyebrow, saying, "I don't want to regret this."

"You don't trust me, Crowley?" she smiled.

"Darling, you don't get to be me by trusting anyone."

Morgan shrugged to herself, considering that he had a valid point, and tugged her crystals from her pocket, glad she'd learned to keep magical essentials in her jacket pockets at all times, hardly removing the blue coat for more than showering. She'd allowed herself to trust her brothers, her friends, but she and Crowley shared a natural state and Morgan knew she was the only one she could truly count on. No matter how much her brothers loved her, she knew their focus was on maintaining a grip of control over her and her powers instead of helping her grow into the powerful witch she should be.

"I'm gonna look for Bryan and Claire," she said, spreading her crystals on the dirty ground between two dumpsters.

"Cheapest motel in the closest proximity to the Gold Coast perhaps?" Crowley offered snidely.

"You found them already?" Morgan was surprised.

"Two broke teenagers in Chicago?" the demon smirked, "Doesn't take a brain surgeon."

Morgan scowled, but dropped her gaze to the crystals she was shoving back into the little sack, grumbling inaudibly at Crowley's insult.

"Ah," Crowley pulled his buzzing phone from his slacks pocket, turning the screen towards Morgan as 'Squirrel' flashed across, "Taking their time I see," and, before she could stop him, the demon slid his finger to answer the call, "Hello, Dean."

"WHERE THE HELL IS SHE, CROWLEY?!" Morgan heard her brother's rage clearly, despite the call not being on speaker, and the hairs on the back of her neck stood straight.

"Perfectly safe," the demon crooned, "And with the returned benefit of being able to defend herself using her God given abilities-"

"You MOTHERFUCKER! Where are you?!"

Morgan shook her head vigorously, but Crowley smirked with near sadness, "We're in Chicago, Dean," he instantly held up a hand to her starting protest, "Just so Morgan can wrangle Thelma and Louise, and I'll zap them all safely back to your little hole in the ground."

"Sam 'n I are on our way there right now!" Dean barked, "I kept her home for a reason!"

"Because you wanna fucking control me!" Morgan screeched.

For a moment the phone was silent, then Dean growled, "I wanna keep you safe, Morgan. I don't know if that demon bitch knocked you in the head one to many times or what, but you gotta open your eyes here kid, you're makin' the wrong choices, you're trusting the wrong people."

Morgan raised her eyes to Crowley's and smirked, "I know better than to trust anyone, Dean," and she slapped her hands together, vanishing from the alley.

"I just think it'd be good if you two could get along," Claire insisted.

"We're fine," Bryan shrugged, wishing she'd drop it, "I shook the guys hand when we left, we're good."

"It just seemed like-"

"Claire," he interjected, "seriously, I'm not gonna screw up the job because Ennis and I aren't besties. Okay?"

"Okay," she sighed, "Just-" but Claire's continued nagging was interrupted by pounding on their motel door.

Bryan and Claire exchanged hard eyes, both readying their guns, and he held his hand up for her to stay put while approaching the rattling entrance. Before Bryan could reach the peephole, however, the door flew open and a freezing wind blew into the room. Claire fired first, the moment the door left its frame, but the bullet revolved slowly in the air just feet from Bryan's head. He couldn't move his head, shifting his eyes frantically from the bullet to its intended target and his paralyzed body went numb.

"Nice to see you too, bitch," Morgan smirked at Claire, flicking the bullet against the wall and it tumbled behind the dresser as the door slammed behind her.

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