Disclaimer: I don't own, wish I did cause then I could cuddle with the boys any time I wanted, but sadly I am not profiting. At least not with money lol.
AN: So on the spur of the moment a new story popped in my head so I thought I would share with you all. I'm not thrilled of the shows view of witches, but hey, that's why my stories are and have always been AU. On that note, please enjoy and tell me what you think!
Chapter 1
"Dean, we can't keep doing this." Sam couldn't bring himself to look into his brothers eyes. The pain and anger was always dwelling there, not that Sam could blame Dean, but he knew they had to move on. They had lost two people they deeply cared about and they were just going to slowly kill themselves if they stayed in the same state they were in.
"Doing what?" His voice was deep, scornful, ready to snap if Sam said the wrong thing.
Looking out the window Sam sighed. The sky had opened up a while back and a few drops still trickled down the windows. He knew a fight was coming. "Searching for her like this."
"Yes, we can," Dean replied. His words were slow, deliberate, giving Sammy a chance to absorb them. "We'll look for her until we find her."
"I want to find her as much as you do, but we're both exhausted. We need to rest, and regroup! We don't even know where to look anymore!" Sam hated the fact that they had run out of leads. He wished that just one of them would have given them a clue as to where to find her.
"We're going to do what we have to do, Sammy!" He glared at his brother out of the corner of his eye. He couldn't believe that Sam was asking them to take a break when she was still out there somewhere.
"She could be anywhere in the world, she may even be..." His sentenced trailed off. He didn't want to admit it. Sam didn't want to believe that they had lost yet another female that they had cared so much for, but the chances were high.
Dean's fingers tightened around the steering wheel of the impala, his shoulders stiffening. "No! She's not dead. He killed dad on the spot." He took a deep breath to steady his shaking voice. "We can't bring him back, but Dorian was gone. If he wanted her dead, Dorian's body would have been lying right next to dad's and you know it!"
"It's been six months, Dean," Sam said quietly. "We may never find her."
"Yeah, well that doesn't mean we're going to give up either."
Silence filled the car and Dean concentrated on the road. He wouldn't give up, not ever. Not when he knew she could be alive. Not when both he and Sam were alive because of her and now Dorian was probably some slave or a host. If Dean could save her, he would.
Six Months Ago
Dean looked over his shoulder, glancing at Dorian's sleeping form in the back seat of the impala. Her face was peaceful, as it had been the last few weeks. Dorian's nightmares had calmed down immensely since Ruddington and the dark bags under her eyes that were once a permanent part of her features had begun to dissipate.
Smirking he looked back over at Sam, who was driving. "So where are we heading?"
"Fisher Peak," He replied. "It's an ocean side town. In the last two months, five people have literally been scared to death."
Dean raised an eyebrow and cocked his head to the side. "You can actually do that?"
Sam shrugged. "Well, I mean if the person had a heart condition or maybe was old, I could see it happening, but these people all ranged from twenty seven to fifty four and were said to be in excellent health." He gestured towards the lap top. "It's still on the screen."
Dean grabbed the computer off the floor and flipped it open. "All the victims' hair had gone white, cause of death was a stopped heart." He sighed. "So what do you think? Vengeful spirit?"
"Could be, but according to the papers there is no connection between the victims. They didn't even know each other."
"It's doubtful that a spirit is targeting people for no reason. They had to have something in common."
"The question is what," Sam replied.
"What about what," Dorian asked through a yawn. Sitting up she pushed her messy red hair out of her face, exposing the thin scar on her left cheek. After stretching her muscles she leaned forward, resting her arms on the front seat.
"I thought you were sleeping," Dean said, turning to look at her.
She yawned again. "I was, but you're loud."
Sam laughed.
"Hey," Dean snapped. "I'm not loud!"
Dorian jumped back. "I'm right here, you don't have to yell."
"Ha ha, very funny," He replied crossing his arms over his chest. "Sam is just as loud as I am!"
"Well it wasn't Sam's voice who woke me up," She retorted. "So what were you guys talking about?" She said before Dean could respond.
With a smirk, Sam told Dorian what was going on.
"That's weird," She said when he finished. Leaning back in her seat, Dorian stared out the window with a pensive look on her face.
"Like anything we do is normal," Dean asked sarcastically.
Dorian continued to stare out the window, oblivious to his words. Dean and Sam exchanged a glance.
"Dorian?" Sam asked.
When she didn't respond, Dean whistled. "Yo, little witch in the back seat!"
"Hmmm," Dorian asked finally bringing her attention back to them.
"You got a hearing problem now?"
She shook her head. "No, I just got a weird vibe all of a sudden."
Sam raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
"I don't know. Just something feels…wrong." She shrugged "Like...We're going the wrong way or something."
"You probably just need to stretch your legs," Sam told her. "We've been cooped up in this car for hours. We'll be at Fischer Peak in less than twenty minutes. You'll feel better then."
She nodded. "Yeah, you're probably right."
"So, back to the job," Dean said, closing up the laptop and putting it on the floor. "The last victim was Andy Buell. He was found scared to death in his house two days ago. His wife, Carmen, found him when she got home from work. I figure she's our best…"
"Sam, look out!" Dorian cried.
Sam saw the blue truck swerve towards them and immediately jerked the wheel. The truck smashed into the driver's side. Sam tried to shield his face from the flying glass as the impala, spun out and skidded off the road.
Slamming on the breaks and twisting the wheel, Sam tried to regain control of the car. Despite his best efforts the impala only came to a stop be slamming, passenger side first, into a tree.
Sam shook his head and glass rained out of his hair. Blood trickled down his face from small abrasions the tiny knives had inflicted upon him. There was a sharp pain in his shoulder and his head was a little fuzzy, though he didn't remember hitting it on any thing.
"Dean," He asked looking at his brother. Fear turned his blood cold.
Dean's head rested against the passenger side window, blood pooling down the side of his face. His leg was twisted in an awkward angle, and he was unnaturally still.
"Dean!" Sam checked his brothers pulse, breathing a sigh of relief when he found one, though it wasn't as strong as it should be.
Turning in his seat, he looked back at Dorian and his heart wrenched again. She was sprawled across the backseat, a bruise already forming on the side of her forehead.
"Hey," Someone said through the window, causing Sam to jump. "An ambulance is on the way, just sit tight."
"Dorian," He said, twisting in his seat.
"Hang on," The man said. "Don't move, I'll check on the girl." He walked to the back door and pulled it open. Reaching down he checked for a pulse as Sam had on Dean. "She's alive."
"Thank God," Sam said turning his attention back to his brother. "Dean, come on man, wake up."
The low sound of sirens could be heard in the distance. Sam tried to stay awake, but his eyes were drooping as though they had ten ton anvils on them. The last thing he saw was his brothers bloody face, before he passed out.
Dean pulled into the motel parking lot, wishing that his body didn't need sleep. They had been on the road for over a week now checking out potential leads. While most of them turned out to be a job that required their unique skills, not one of them brought the boys any closer to finding Dorian.
After acquiring a room the boys each fell into their perspective beds. Sam quickly fell asleep, but as tired as Dean was, he found himself staring at the ceiling his mind lingering on his father and Dorian. He would have done anything to save his father, to keep John from going to the hell he was in, but Dean knew the reality. His father was dead and what's dead, should stay dead. He knew that first hand.
Dorian though, was still alive. He could feel it in his gut. There was a little spark that let Dean know she was still breathing. He would keep searching for her until the spark died...or he did.
Six Months Ago
Dorian stared at the two brothers. It had taken a while but she had gotten the doctors to put the boys in the same room. They were stronger together. They were always stronger together. Silent tears trickled down her face as she stared back and forth between the two.
The initial impact had knocked her out, but other than a nasty bruise on her face, one hell of a concussion, and a few cracked ribs she was fine. For the first time the klutz had gotten off easy while the other two had taken the beating.
The guy had been driving his truck too long she found out. Fell asleep at the wheel and careened right into them. She cursed the driver for being stubborn and not pulling off when he should off. She thought about twisting a spell on the uninjured man, but knew she didn't have the evil in her heart to do it.
Dorian had always thought that if the boys were going to go out, it was doing what they did best, fighting the things that went bump in the night. Not from some stupid accident, but now she knew that their days of fighting were over.
Sam, when he woke would find he was paralyzed from the waste down and Dean was in a coma that he may or may not wake up from. She could tell from the grim look on the doctors faces that they didn't think he would. They were just saying what they had to.
The door burst open, ricocheting off the wall with a thunderous boom. Dorian was immediately on her feet, energy ball formed in her hand. She let it fizzle out when she saw who was standing there.
John Winchester stood there, looking just as disheveled as when she first met him. Dorian had called him as soon as she was conscious and knew about the boys. He stood in the doorway, his face drained of all color as he stared at his sons. Both were hooked up to various tubes and monitors, neither man looking as strong as they were.
John walked over stopping first at Sam's bed. He took his son's hand, squeezing it as though that would help to heal Sam. Dorian could see the unshed tears in his eyes, but didn't dare breath a word. After his silent vigil to Sam he walked over and repeated the same for Dean. Finally he looked over at Dorian. In two brisk strides he was in front of her. He threw out his arms, wrapping them around her and pulling her in for a hug.
Startled she returned the gesture, finding it odd that he was being so kind to her since the last time they had met had been just a little bit hostile and awkward. She did have to grant that they came a little closer in the end, but she didn't think John would do this.
"There has to be a way to fix this," She said suddenly. "There has to be a way I can help them."
John pulled back and looked at her. "You already have. In ways that I never could. You healed a lot of their wounds, Dorian."
She shook her head. "No, I'm going to find a way to make them better! Sam will walk again and Dean's not going to die!"
John pulled her into another hug. He knew it was wishful thinking. Dorian couldn't do anything to help them. Not this time. Her magick didn't work like that. He wished it did. John was going to wait to talk to the doctors, but he had a back up plan. Dorian was right about one thing. His boys would be whole again.
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