AN: You wanted it, you got it. Please remember my stories are somewhat mixed in with the show but are also AU. So please read and enjoy. This could be the last installment.

Chapter 1

"No," Dean said adamantly. "No freaking way. The only reason I let Sam drive is because I have to sleep every once in a while."

"Come on, Dean," Dorian pleaded. "Please? I mean what's the worst that could happen?"

Dean glared over the seat at her.

Sam tried hard not to laugh. They had been having this argument for days. Dorian wanted to learn how to drive. She thought it would be something good for her to know, especially if they ever needed a quick get away. If Dean or Sam were indisposed, who would be able to drive.

"The worst that could happen," Dean growled. "Is that you could wreck my car."

Dorian batted her eyelashes. "I'm not going to wreck your car! Take me out into the middle of nowhere. There won't be anything for me to run into!"

"Forget about it," Dean told her. "I'm not teaching you how to drive."

She opened her mouth to retaliate, but Dean's phone started ringing. He dug into his pocket and pulled it out. "Text message." He flipped the phone open. "Coordinates."

"From your dad?" Dorian asked. They had received coordinates once of twice from John Winchester. It had been a while though.

Dean nodded and handed the phone to Sam. "Look it up."

Sam pulled out his laptop and went to work.

"Dean, come on, could you pretty please teach me to drive," She asked in a sugary sweet voice.

"Dorian," He said warningly.

She rolled her eyes. "Stop being so dramatic."

"These coordinates can't be right," Sam said, interrupting their conversation.

"Why, where is it," Dean asked, glancing at him.

Sam looked at Dean and then set his gaze on Dorian. "It's Ruddington."

Dorian fell back against the seat. Ruddington. Her home town. Dorian's own personal hell.

Dean shook his head. "Are you sure you entered it right?"

"I entered it twice just to make sure," Sam told him. "The coordinates are for Ruddington."

"See if you can find anything that's been going on there," Dean said.

Sam jumped back into his computer. A few minutes later he said, "There is something going on there."

Dean waited for him to continue. When Sam didn't, Dean said, "Well, you plan on telling us what it is before we get there?"

Sam smiled sheepishly. "Sorry. In the last four months, four people have gone missing."

"That's a lot for a small town," Dean said. "Any leads?"

"Not any that are listed in the paper," He sighed. "Dad must think it's something supernatural or else he wouldn't have sent us the coordinates."

Dean looked in the rear view mirror. Dorian was staring out the window, her arms crossed over her chest. Her face was passive, but the tension was there in the rigidness of her jaw, and her hunched shoulders. "Dorian?"

She didn't answer. She didn't even blink. Dean pulled the car over and turned in his seat. "Dorian!"

"Huh," She said looking at him. "What's up?"

"Are you going to be okay with this?" Sam asked gently.

She nodded. "Yeah, yeah it's fine. Let's go."

"Dorian, we need you with a straight head," Dean said bluntly. "If you can't handle this tell us now. We'll put you in a motel a town over till whatever dad wants us to hunt is done."

"I said I'm fine, Dean," She snapped. She took a deep breather. In a calmer tone she said, "I can handle this."

"You're sure," Sam asked. He knew how hard it was for Dean to go home, and he figured it was similar to how Dorian felt. They had both been through hell and neither enjoyed going back to the place their pain stemmed from.

She nodded. "Yeah, I'm sure."

Dean looked at Sam. His brother shrugged. "All right," He said. He started on the road again.

Truth was, Dorian didn't know if she was okay with this. She had never planned on going back there again. Ruddington was a town full of ignorant bigots that had murdered her mother, and tried to murder her. She wondered how they'd react when she walked back into town. She imagined the stares, and murderous gazes. She wondered if they'd come after her. This time she wasn't scared. If they came after her, she'd be ready this time.

"Sam, keep going over the articles," Dean told him. "See if you can find any connection between the four disappearances."

"Ruddington is about a days drive," Dean said while Sam started digging. "We'll crash at a motel tonight and get an early start in the morning."

Dean glanced in the mirror at Dorian again. She was back to staring out the window. He didn't think she was as okay about going back to her home town as she let on. Dorian was strong though. She'd been through a lot and came out on top. If Dorian said she could handle this, than he believed her.

"The full moon," Sam said.

"Huh?" Dean asked.

Sam looked at him. "All of the disappearances occurred during the night of the full moon."

"Someones performing rituals," Dorian said from the back seat. She leaned forward and looked at the laptop over Sam's shoulder. "Human sacrifice. What are the names of the victims?"

Sam glanced back through the articles. "Sandy McMillan, Dale Anderson, Amanda Shanks, and Micah O'Neill." He looked over his shoulder at her. "Did you any of them?"

Dorian fell back against her seat and swallowed the lump in her throat. "I knew all of them." She pushed her hair out of her face and sighed. "All four of them were part of the mob that killed my mother."

"How do you know that," Dean asked. "You were just a baby."

Dorian raised her eyebrows. "I told you, I had dreams about what happened to my mother. That's what sparked me interest into summoning her spirit, remember?"

"Dorian," Sam said suddenly. "How many people were in the mob that killed your mother?"

"Uh," She took a moment to think. "Total? Almost half the town. Roughly about thirty or so people."

"Can you name them all?"

"Well some of them are dead," She told him confused. "But most of them yeah."

"And you got all this information from a dream," Dean asked.

She shrugged. "I had it a lot."

"Yeah, but are you sure it was a dream," Sam asked.

Her brows knitted, becoming confused again she asked, "What else could it be?"

"Vision's," He told her as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

She shook her head. "No, I'm not a precog. That's your gift."

"But vision's aren't always of the future. People have vision's of the past all the time."

"True," She complied. "But why wouldn't I have had any other ones?"

"Why do mine come at random times?" He turned in his seat so he could see her better. "It may be a suppressed ability."

"Dream, vision, who cares," Dean said. "We can figure it out later. Right now we need to concentrate on the hunt."

Dorian nodded. "Dean's right. This is something we can figure out later."

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Dean pulled up to a motel and they checked in.

"Well what if the connection is the fact that they were all in the group that killed Dorian's mom," Sam asked, walking into the room.

Dean fell onto the bed. "No way. We already sent Alexus's spirit back to the grave." He looked at Dorian. "No offense."

Dorian shut the door to their room. "None taken." She took a step forward and got yanked back. "Dammit." She opened the door and released her pant leg. "One day I'm going to stop being clumsy."

Dean laughed. "Don't hold your breath, sweetheart."

"Har har," She replied sarcastically. She dropped her bag on the floor and plopped on the bed next to Dean. "He's right, Sam. My mom's spirit is wherever it's supposed to be. There has to be another connection."

"What else is there," Sam asked. "Maybe someone called your mom's spirit back, or maybe someone's taking revenge on what happened to her."

Dorian laughed bitterly. "Yeah right. That entire town had it out for her."

"Well do you have any other family," He asked. "Anyone who'd want to take revenge out on the people who killed your mother."

She shook her head. "Not that I know of anyways. If my mom had any family I'm sure my dad isolated her...and me from them. Either way he never mentioned them."

Dean yawned. "All right, well we have a whole days drive to try and come up with theories. Right now I'm going to crash."

"I second that motion," Dorian said. She kicked her shoes off, grabbed her clothes and went into the bathroom to change.

"You don't find this a little strange," Sam asked when he heard the shower start. "Dad giving us coordinates for Ruddington, people from the same group that killed Alexus go missing the same night as the full moon?"

"Everything about the supernatural is strange," Dean drawled. "If it was normal than we wouldn't be interested."

Sam sighed and a ran hand through his hair. "Maybe I'm over thinking this."

"You're a braniac. Of course you're over thinking it."

Sam smirked. "Yeah, well something just doesn't feel right about this."

"Stop worrying," Dean said, throwing a pillow at him. "It's just another hunt. We'll figure out what's going on in Ruddington, kill the evil thing, and leave. I don't want to keep Dorian there any longer than we have to."

"Agreed," He said.

Dorian came out of the shower a few minutes later dressed in a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. She had a towel wrapped around her head. Dean jumped off the bed. "I'm up next." He grabbed his clothes and went in the bathroom.

Dorian sat on the bed and pulled the towel down. She used it to dry her hair, her gaze far away.

"You sure you're okay with this, Dorian," Sam asked, worriedly. Dorian had a tendancy to act brave when she was really scared as hell.

She smiled at him. "I'm fine Sammy. Really. I'm not exactly looking forward to going back there, but I can handle it."

"You sure?"

She rolled her eyes and stood up. She grabbed both ends of the towel and started swinging it so that it twisted. "If you ask me that one more time, I swear I'm going snap you."

"Dorian," He said warningly.

She smirked mischeviously. "What? Come on, I have a halo on my head."

Sam snorted. "Yeah a halo that's held up by horns!"

Her jaw dropped and she struck out with the towel. Sam jumped but it wasn't in time. A loud snap could be heard as it hit the side of his calf.

He seethed in pain and grinned. He picked the pillow up that Dean had thrown at him. "Oh it's on now."

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