AN: I know it's been a while, but I got married, my brother got married, my dog died, and I got a promotion at work, so I've been a little busy. I know, I know, that's not an excuse, but anyways here's the next story. I hope you enjoy. Please Review!

Chapter 1

"Dean get down!" Dorian yelled. Heart pounding, breath gasping, she formed an energy ball in her hand. Dean's face ate the carpet and Dorian let the energy ball rip. It soared over Dean's head, slamming into the malevolent spirit that was on the other side of the room.

Staggering back a few steps the disfigured spirit screeched, and clutched the scorched mark on it's worn shirt. Its glazed over greenish eyes shot up to Dorian with promised pain. It stalked toward Dorian, who held her ground with a small smile.

Dean, seeing the thing going for Dorian quickly got to his feet. He had know idea what she was doing. The spirit had once been Mark Finnegan, loving son, husband, and father. Finnegan had come home from work one night to find his wife and new born little girl murdered. The police never found the offender. Finnegan, out of his mind, and mourning decided one night that eating a bullet would be the best resolution to his problems.

Unfortunately because the church saw suicide as a sin there was no proper burial and the spirit had never been able to rest. Instead Finnegan was attempting to make people feel the same pain as himself, killing the wives and children of the residents of his old house.

"Dorian what the hell are you doing!" Dean yelled, raising the shot gun. "MOVE!"

"NO!" Dorian yelled back at him. "Don't shoot him."

"Are you insane! Get the hell out of the way!" Finnegan's spirit was getting closer. A few more steps and Dorian would be in his grasp.

"I can handle it," She replied, not taking her eyes of Finnegan.

Dean's shoulders tensed and he growled. He aimed the shotgun at the spirit's legs. It was the only shot he had. From this angle the salt would hit the floor and not crash into Dorian. Dean had a nice purple bruise that lasted a good week after Sam had shot him. He didn't want to hurt Dorian, despite the fact that it seemed she wanted to hurt herself.

"No!" Dorian yelled again, seeing what Dean was about to do.

Dean ignored Dorian's protest and put pressure on the trigger. Finnegan stopped suddenly and Dean eased his grip. Finnegan brought his hands up. Seeing that they were going translucent he screamed in rage. He lunged for Dorian and Dean took his shot. He watched Dorian dive out of the line of fire. The salt slammed into Finnegan finishing off, what Sam had already started.

Dean took a deep breath and dropped the shotgun to his side. He stormed over to Dorian and roughly helped her up. "What the hell was that about?"

"What?" She asked nonchalantly, pulling her arm from his grip. She pushed her red hair out of her face and put her hands on her hips. "I was keeping him busy."

"You were just standing there letting that thing come after you!" He all but yelled.

"I had it under control," She shot back.

"You didn't have anything under control! You were letting that thing get way too up close and personal!"

Dorian sighed. "I wanted to try out a spell."

"And what, you had to be able to smell his breath for it to work?" He didn't understand her way of thinking. On the last several jobs Dorian had been taking unnecessary risks. She had been charging in head first and worst of all she was being careless.

"Look, can we just go tell the family it's safe to come home?" She dropped her head. "I'm exhausted and all I want to do is sleep."

"I don't doubt it the way you were slinging around those orbs of yours. You know it drains your energy and those are supposed to be for defense only."

Her tired blue eyes shot up. "I don't want to fight, Dean, please. I just want to get some rest."

Seeing Dorian's adrenaline start to wear off Dean knew that fighting would only take more out of her. Exhaustion seeped from her. She needed rest. "Fine, but this conversation isn't over."

She nodded, and sleepily rubbed her eye. She turned around and silently walked out. Dean was close behind her. She started walking down the stairs. Her foot slipped off the edge and she squealed as she fell forward. Reaching for the railing, she found only air and prepared herself from the tumble she was about to take. She felt Dean's arm wrap around her waist and pull her up right.

Heart pounding, adrenaline once again racing, she looked over her shoulder. "Thanks."

Dean shook his head. "Try not to eat the stairs the rest of the way down."

She nodded and took a tight grip on the railing.

"I don't understand her, Sam," Dean said, leaning against his car. The sun was starting to rise. Dorian was sleeping in the motel room. Dean had pulled Sam outside to talk to him. "She's getting more and more wreckless on each job. All Finnegan had to do was reach out and that would have been it."

Sam nodded and jumped on the trunk. "I've noticed it too. Ever since the incident in Lawrence she hasn't been the same." He shrugged. "It's like she's..."

"Darker," Dean finished for him. "She barely smiles anymore."

"We of all people know that when evil touches you that it stays with you."

Pushing himself off the car, Dean whirled around to face his brother. "Sam, she was already touched by evil back in Ruddington. Supernatural evil and human evil. She still smiled." He ran a hand through his hair. "She was still Dorian."

"A demon was inside of her Dean. Victim's of possession have described it as worse than being raped. It traumatized her. It violated her. She's lost. We just have to help Dorian find her way back."

"How do we do that?" Dean asked exasperated. "She won't talk about it! Every time we even get close to the subject she changes it! I know she has nightmares, but when I ask her about them she says it was nothing. She's worse than you were after Jess died." He took a deep breath and realized what he said. "No offense, Sam."

Sam smirked at the memory of Jess. It was easier to picture her face now, not as painful. The thing that killed her was still going to pay dearly. "None taken." He jumped off the car. "Look, we can't make her talk to us, but maybe we can get her mind off things for a while. Give her some more culture."

Dean raised an eyebrow. "I'm not going to like this am I?"

Crossing his arms over his chest, Sam's smirk widened. "How do you feel about roller coasters?"

Dorian jerked up out of bed. Sweat dripped from her her forehead and into her eyes. She gasped for breath. Sun streamed in through the windows, but despite the warmth of the sunlight and the sweat that covered her body Dorian was shivering. Her nightmares always left her cold. She pulled the blanket up around her. Realizing there was no resistance she looked over and saw that Dean wasn't in bed with her. She looked over at Sam's bed and saw it hadn't been slept in.

She threw the blankets back and jumped out of bed. She tripped over the air and crashed into what should have been Sam's bed. Dorian pushed herself back to her feet and bolted for the door.

She held onto the knob, not ready to open the door. "Take a deep breath," She scolded herself. "They wouldn't abandon you. They promised they wouldn't."

"That didn't stop them last time," A small voice inside her head said.

"Shut up," She told it. She took a deep breath and gave another involuntary shudder.

She twisted the knob and opened the door. Dorian's eyes screamed at her to close them as bright light invaded them. Resisting the urge to comply she scanned the parking lot.

Dean's car wasn't there. Her heart began racing. There were no other cars in the parking lot either. No traffic flowed through the streets. There wasn't even a slightest breeze blowing. Everything was still.

Her racing heart stopped. Her breath sped up. No one was there. Not Dean, not Sam, not any strangers. There wasn't a soul around. The city was deserted.

"They left you, Dorian. Everyone left you. You are alone. You'll always be alone."

"No!"

Dorian suddenly found herself in front of the motel office. She hadn't felt her feet move, hadn't seen the scenery go by. She just suddenly found herself there. She threw open the door and walked inside.

"Hello?"

"No one's here. No one wants to be near you."

Dorian ran around the desk into the back room. Papers were cluttered everywhere on a small desk. The computer screen flickered, but there wasn't a soul in sight. She turned on her heal and raced out of the office. She stopped at the first door and banged on it.

"Hello! Is anyone there! Please open the door!"

"You're wasting your time. They've all left. You're alone. You're always going to be alone."

Dorian ignored the voice and went to the next door. No one answered any of them.

"You're tainted. No one wants anything to do with you. No one cares about you."

Dorian tried to tell the voice to shut up, but no sound came out of her mouth. She clapped her hands over her ears and shook her head, trying to expel the voice from her mind. She leaned against the door and slid to the ground.

"No! No! No! No! No!"

She knew the voice in her head was right. She had been tainted by evil. Demonic fingerprints stained her heart and no matter what she did they would always be there. Dean and Sam didn't want to be around her because of the darkness that would always be in her heart.

"Dorian!"

Her body shot up from the blankets. Dorian immediately felt warm arms wrap around her. Her breath was coming in short ragged gasps.

"Hey, you okay?"

Dorian let herself relax in Dean's embrace. "Yeah I'm good."

"That must have been one hell of a nightmare." Dean said groggily.

She shrugged herself out of his arms. "Everything is hell, Dean." She threw back the covers and got out of bed. "Most people just don't know it." She walked into the bathroom and shut the door.

Sam looked over at his brother. He had woken up from Dorian's cries. Sam had just learned from previous experiences that it was better if Dean handled her nightmares. Dorian was more overwhelmed than anything when they both talked to her.

"They're getting worse."

Dean laid back on the pillow and put his hand under his head. "Yeah but it's harder to get her to talk about her nightmares than it was with you. Of course as long as they don't start coming true she's still doing better than you are."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Shut up."

The bathroom door opened and the brothers ended their conversation. Dorian tromped back over to bed and crawled in. She kept her back to Dean and pulled the blankets up to her chin.

Dean sighed and turned on his side, draping an arm over her. He felt her tense. He brought his mouth close to her ear. "You know I'm here for you."

She nodded, but didn't say anything. Her mind was still wrapped around the dream. The emptiness of the world around her. The loneliness of it. She was tense because she was scared that at any moment Dean's touch would leave her and she'd be alone.

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