AN: Thank you guys so much for all of the reviews and support. Here's the final chapter. I hope you enjoyed the story.

Sam and Dean walked into the woods and started setting up Dorian's supplies. Even though Dorian had fallen asleep right away, they had waited a good twenty minutes before leaving the motel room. They didn't want to take the chance of Dorian following them.

"You know this might not work," Sam said, lighting a candle.

"I don't see why it shouldn't," Dean replied looking through his father's journal. "We have the incantation to send her spirit back to the grave right here."

"Yeah, but we're not the one's who conjured her," Sam said standing up and look at him. "Dorian's the one who called her, so she might be the only one who can put her spirit to rest."

"Well if that's true, then Dorian will get her wish and she'll have to help us, but I think it's better if we keep her out of this. Alexus might turn against her if Dorian tries to send her back."

Dorian woke when a hand clamped over her mouth. She tried to scream through the skin, but it was only muffled. Someone jerked her out of bed and she cried out in pain.

Someone half carried, half dragged her out of the hotel room and Someone was not gentle about it. Once Someone had her outside he threw her on the ground. She looked up and paled when she saw who Someone was.

"Mr. Cochran?" She asked in awe. "What are you…"

"Get up," He said jerking her up by her arm. "You killed Marion!"

"What? No, I didn't!"

He slapped her across the face. Dorian's cheek was already bruised and the additional pain made her cheek feel like it was going to explode.

"Come on," He said dragging her to the car.

"What are you doing?" She exclaimed. "Let me go!"

"We should have killed you when we killed your mother," He said, shoving her in the front seat. Dorian tried to get out the other side, but he jerked her back by her hair. "You try that again and I'll slit your throat." He pulled out a knife and showed her.

"I didn't kill Marion," She said nervously. "She was my best friend!"

"You're a liar," He shouted as he drove. "You killed her, you killed the others, and you killed your father!"

Dorian shook her head. "No, I didn't!"

"Don't lie to me," He seethed. "We know you're the one who killed your father."

"I didn't kill him! It's my mother's spirit. She's the one doing this!"

"You expect me to believe that? Your mothers dead! We killed her when you were a baby! You're the one who's killing off the town. Somehow you found and now your trying to get revenge!"

"That's not true!"

"Shut up!"

He drove two blocks to her house and dragged her out of the car. Most of the town was standing in her front yard.

"What's going on?" She asked as they walked past everybody.

He pulled her into the house and a few others followed. Cochran dragged her over to the stairs and another townsman roughly pulled her hands through the banisters.

"Mr. Davis what are you doing?" She asked. "Let me go."

"You're going to pay," Cochran said. "You're going to die the same way my daughter died."

"You're going to burn me?" She looked over and realized that others were dousing the house with gasoline.

"That's right," He said. "You're going to feel the pain you put my daughter through." He smacked her again.

Sam finished the incantation and Alexus's spirit appeared in front of them. They had to call Alexus to them before they could lay her to rest.

"What is it you wish of me?" She asked.

"To send your sorry ass back to the grave," Dean said.

Sam started the incantation that would lay her spirit to rest. Alexus grew furious and she screamed. She moved faster than they could see and before they knew it she had latched on to Sam's arm.

He screamed out as his arm began to sizzle and dropped the book.

Dorian pulled at the bonds that held her to the stairs. The ropes tore into her skin over the old wounds. Blood seeped from behind the rope, but even they didn't proved enough lube to let her free.

"Don't do this!" She screamed. "I didn't kill anybody!"

Cochran walked over and slapped her. He grabbed her hair and jerked her head back. "It's time for you to pay for your sins." He roughly released her and smacked her again.

Cochran and the others made there way to the door.

"I didn't kill anybody!" She screamed still trying to free herself.

Cochran lit a match and smiled at her. "Have fun in hell." He threw it in the gasoline.

"No!" Dorian screamed. He shut the door and she was left alone with the flames.

Dean had known better than to grab onto Alexus's spirit. He had already been burned once from that. Instead he grabbed the book and started reading the incantation where Sam had left off. Alexus let go of Sam and turned her anger onto Dean.

She swung out a hand, smacking into Dean so hard he flew back and dropped the book. Alexus took a few steps towards him and then stopped.

"Dorian…" Her spirit disappeared.

Dean pulled himself up, brushing off the leaves and dirt and ran over to Sam, who was sitting on the ground, cradling his arm.

"Are you okay?" Dean asked.

Sam nodded. "Yeah, she gave me a nice sunburn though." He showed Dean his red and pealing arm.

Dean helped him up. "She called out Dorian's name. You think she's going after her?"

"I don't know…The last time she went to Dorian was because someone was hurting her…"

They exchanged a glance.

"She's in trouble," They chorused.

They quickly blew out the candles, grabbed their father's journal and raced towards the car. They had to get back to the motel quick.

"Something's on fire," Dean said, seeing the smoke as they headed back to town.

"You don't think…" Sam trailed off. He had a bad feeling and he could tell that Dean had the same one.

Dean punched the gas and the sped towards Dorian's house. When they got there they jumped out of the car, heart's racing. Dorian's house was on fire. A large group of people stood in front, just watching, not doing anything.

"She's inside."

Dean and Sam jumped at the sound of Alexus's voice.

"Help her." Her spirit disappeared once again.

Dean and Sam pushed through the crowd. It seemed as though everyone was trying to keep them from getting to the house. Maybe, subconsciously, they were.

They had just broken from the group when Sheriff Cochran grabbed Sam's arm. "You can't go in there."

Alexus's spirit appeared next to them. "Let him go."

Cochran's jaw dropped and he released Sam. The brothers didn't stay around to see what was going to happen. They didn't want Alexus' to kill anyone else, but their first priority was to get Dorian out of the burning house.

The smoke hit their lungs hard as they walked in. The flames were burning furiously and they were already starting to sweat.

"Dorian!" They called out.

They moved through the flames splitting up. Dean pulled his shirt over his nose and moved through the billowing back smoke, towards the kitchen.

"Dorian!" He called.

"Dean, over here," Sam yelled.

Dean pushed his way through the smoke and met his brother at the stairs. Dorian was lying on the stairs, her eyes barely open. She was coughing severely. Sam was cutting through the ropes with his pocket knife.

"Take this," Dean said handing Sam his gun. "In case they try to stop us."

Sam nodded and Dean scooped a semiconscious Dorian into his arms. They quickly made their way outside and Dean laid Dorian on the ground. He grabbed her face and looked at her.

"Are you all right?"

She nodded, still coughing.

Sheriff Cochran's scream tore through the crowd. He was on his knee's Alexus's hand on her face. The stench of burning flesh mixed with the burning of the house causing for a nasty mixture.

Some of the townsmen tried grabbing Alexus to get her away from the Sheriff, but they learned the same lesson Dean had. Someone pulled a gun and tried to shoot her, but the bullet went straight through. Despite all the chaos around her, Alexus never wavered from her prey.

"Sam, get the book," Dean yelled.

Sam took off towards the car. Dorian started saying something between coughs. Dean leaned in, trying to hear what she was saying.

Alexus's spirit pulled back from Cochran and whirled on Dorian. "No," She whispered. She stood there, as Dorian kept speaking quietly. Dean watched Alexus's spirit, clearly torn between stopping Dorian and at the same time not wanting to hurt her daughter.

"Dorian stop!" She pleaded. Dorian kept chanting as best she could between coughs. Alexus started after Dorian, but Dean stepped in her way. She reached out towards him, but her hand was no longer there. She was fading. "Dorian," She whispered, knowing it was too late. "I love you."

Then she was gone.

Dean went back to Dorian, kneeling beside her. She looked up at him, tears streaming down her face.

"You did good," Dean told her.

She nodded. Dean helped her up but her knee's buckled. He lifted her up in his arms.

Sam came back through the crowd, his father's journal in his hand. "What happened?"

"Dorian handled it," Dean said. "But I think it's time for us to leave."

No one tried to stop them as they walked through the crowd. Dean gently placed Dorian in the back seat and then they got in and drove back to the motel.

"What happens now?" Dorian asked. Her voice was hoarse from all the smoke.

Sam and Dean exchanged a glance. What did happen now? They couldn't leave Dorian behind at least not here. These people would go after her again and the brothers both knew it.

Sam shrugged. "We could have use a Witch with us."

Dean thought it over. Their lifestyle was a dangerous one. He didn't know if he wanted to drag Dorian into it, but he figured her chances were better with them than with the people in this town.

He looked at Dorian in the rearview mirror. Her dirt mixed with the bruises making her look young, small, and extremely tired. "What do you say, Dorian? Want to tag along with us for a while?"

Despite all the dirt and grime that was on her face, Dorian's eyes lit up. "You'd do that? You'd take me with you."

"It's your choice," Sam said. "It can be dangerous."

She rolled her eyes. "Like I haven't lived in a dangerous situation my whole life."

Dean laughed. "So is that yes?"

She nodded. "Yes."

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