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Dean and Dorian walked into the hospital. Cleaning products mixed with the smell of death invaded their noses. Dorian shivered as a blast of cold air hit her, despite the jacket she was wearing. Her ankle was still a little sore, but she wasn't even limping anymore, so the guys had left her alone about it. They had dropped Sam off at the library twenty minutes ago and now they were on their way to see Andy Miller.

"I hate these places," Dorian said wrapping her arms around herself. "They're so..."

"Depressing?" Dean finished for her. She nodded. "We're in agreement on that one."

They stopped at the nurses station and obtained Andy's room number, claiming to be friends of the victim. The nurse happily pointed them in the right direction and went back to her paperwork.

"Hopefully she's alone," Dean said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a fake ID. "In case she's not we'll have these." He handed one to her.

"What is it?"

"A press badge."

She smiled. "Ooh la la, my very first fake ID."

Dean rolled his eyes and they walked into Andy's room. She was lying in bed staring out the window. She had an oxygen tube in her nose and an IV in her left arm. What was under the gown was anyones guess.

"Andy Miller?" Dean asked.

She turned her head towards him. Her face was the ashen color of someone who had been mortally wounded and was now slowly recovering. Pained blue eyes peaked out from shaggy sand blond hair.

"Who are you?" She asked in a rough voice.

"I'm Dean, and this is Dorian," He said. "We're reporters. We were wondering if you mind talking to us for a few minutes."

She shook her head. "No, I've already talked to the press. Please go away."

Dorian walked over to the bed. "Andy I know this is hard for you. I really do."

Andy laughed bitterly. "Do you know how many people have told me that? You don't know what I'm going through! No one does."

"A lot of people probably have said it," Dorian replied calmly. "But I bet I'm the only person who actually meant it."

"Why? Because you're a reporter? So what you've seen this kind of stuff before! That doesn't mean you understand what I'm going through!"

Dorian sighed and took off her jacket. Dean looked at her, concern in his eyes. She handed Dean her jacket and nodded. She turned around and lifted the back of her shirt revealing the many scars her father had left her with. She wasn't proud of them and she hated showing them to people, but if it would help Andy and make her talk to them, then she would show her.

Dean watched as Andy took in what she saw on Dorian's back. Confusion and maybe a little understanding crossed through her eyes. He hoped it worked. He knew how self conscious Dorian was about her scars. She didn't show them easily.

Of course that was one of the things he'd come to love about Dorian. She would do what had to be done, despite what it meant she had to give up. She always put other peoples safety and feelings above her own.

When Dorian thought enough time had passed she let her shirt fall and put her jacket back on. She turned around to face Andy. "Like I said, I'm the only one who actually meant it."

"What happened?" Andy asked, truly looking at Dorian for the first time.

Dorian shrugged. "Let's just say someone hurt me like they hurt you. My attacker was brought to justice. I'd really like to see yours brought to justice as well."

A tear slid down Andy's face and she quickly wiped it away. "What do you want to know?"

"What happened the night you were stabbed," Dean said, stepping forward.

"Some guy attacked me and Billy," She said. "I mean you can get that from the police reports."

Dorian sat in the chair next to the bed. She knew this was going to be hard for her, but she was determined to get her to talk, to tell the truth of what had happened despite crazy it might seem. "We don't want to know what you told the police. We want to know what happened."

Her eyes widened for a minute before she quickly composed herself. "I told you the police what happened," Andy argued in a shaky voice.

"You told them what they wanted to hear," Dorian said gently. "Not what really happened."

"Why are you saying these things," She asked, more tears beginning to fall from her eyes.

"Like I said, I just want to see this guy brought to justice."

Andy studied her for a moment, fear and bewilderment filling her blue eyes. She shook her head. "But what I saw, I couldn't possibly have seen. It's just a stupid legend! It's not real!"

"You think you saw Skinned Tom," Dean coaxed, hoping to get her to open up and talk to them. People were always scared to say they saw something that other people would deem them crazy for. He'd seen it a hundred times before and he'd see it a hundred more times at this rate.

She nodded. "He broke the side window and pulled me through. When I looked up...he was nothing but muscle and not the kind that women are attracted to. I mean red, stringy, not with skin muscle. I screamed and I tried to run, but not before he stabbed me three times."

"Do you know why he didn't kill Billy?" Dean asked.

"No, but I know that if he hadn't called 911 I wouldn't be alive." She rolled her eyes. "I also know that if I hadn't gone there with him in the first place this wouldn't have happened."

Dorian smiled. She felt sorry for the girl. She couldn't possibly know that the legend would be true. As people got older they usually put the bogey man and other such stories in the category of fiction and tuck it away for nights when they're drunk with friends and need a good story to tell. "People have been going there for years and been safe. You couldn't have known anything bad would have happened."

"This is all so crazy, but even Billy thought he saw...you know. They think it was from his head injury. I didn't confirm his story because I knew they'd just think we were both out of our minds." She grabbed a tissue from the table and wiped her face around the oxygen tube.

"So you let them think your boyfriend was just seeing things," Dean asked raising an eyebrow.

She laughed bitterly. "Billy isn't my boyfriend. My boyfriend is Donnie Masters."

Dorian crossed her arms over her chest. These was turning into an interesting conversation. "So you were cheating on your boyfriend with Billy?"

Andy nodded. "Donnie stopped by after I woke up to make sure I was okay. He said he was glad I was alive, but that he never wanted to see me again. If I had never gone out there with Billy none of this would have happened."

She looked up at Dorian, guilt and pleading in her eyes. Guilt for what she had done, and pleading to have Dorian tell her something reassuring. Dorian didn't know what to say. What could she say? Andy had done wrong. It didn't mean she deserved to be stabbed three times, but Dorian couldn't condone what she had done either.

Dean saw the rigidness to Dorian's shoulders. He knew Dorian was uncomfortable with the way Dorian was looking at her. "Did Billy know you had a boyfriend?" Dean asked, trying to get Andy to look his way.

Her gaze swept up to him, silent tears still rolling down her cheeks. "No, he's from the next town over. I should never have gone out there with him."

"It's not your fault," Dorian said, laying her hand over Andy's. She could at least give her that comfort. It wasn't her fault that Tom had come after them. She had done something wrong, but she had been punished unjustly for it.

Andy wiped away her tears and nodded. "Everyone keeps telling me that. I know...Is there anything else?"

"Yeah," Dean said. "Where can we find Billie?"

"So she was cheating on her boyfriend," Dean said, getting behind the wheel. "Sound familiar?"

Dorian nodded, closing the passenger door. "The chick Skinned Tom was with was cheating on her husband, but Tom supposedly didn't know."

"Yeah, so now this chick finds Billy, only Billy didn't know Andy had a boyfriend."

Dorian buckled her seatbelt. "But according to the legend Tom goes after both the cheating wife or girlfriend and the unsuspecting guy. Why didn't he kill Billy?"

Dean started the car. "Let's ask Billy."

"This is it," Dorian said, as they pulled up to a large white and blue Victorian House. The lawn was kept trimmed and edged. A small flower garden was just in front of the porch and white picket fence completed the decor. "Stepford much?"

"Hey, you have no room to talk," Dean said, getting out of the car.

"Hey, my town wasn't Stepford," She argued as they started up the walkway. "The Twilight Zone maybe, but definitely not Stepford."

Dean laughed and rang the doorbell. A woman in her mid forties with brown hair pulled back into a ponytail answered the door. She had bags under her brown eyes. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a white shirt.

"Can I help you?"

"We're looking for Billie Martin," Dean said. "Is he home?"

The woman crossed her arms over her chest and got a suspicious look in her eyes. "Who are you?"

"We're with the press," Dean said. They flashed their fake badges. "We were wondering if we could speak to Billie for a moment."

"No, you can not."

"Please Mrs. Martin," Dorian said sweetly. "It'll only take a minute. We just need to ask him a few questions."

"The press has been here time and time again," She snapped. "Billy needs rest, not to be badgered with questions."

"It's okay mom," Billy said walking up behind them. "I'll talk to them."

"Billy," She said worriedly. "You should be resting."

"What are you afraid I'll pass out on the door step?" He asked angrily. "I got a head injury. Andy's the one who took the brunt of it."

"Well it wouldn't have happened if you hadn't been out with that slut in the first place!" She shouted. Then she glanced over realizing that the supposed press was standing there.

"Andy's not a slut mom," Billy said. "And I'm eighteen, if I want to talk to them, I'll talk to them." He stepped past his mother A look of shock covered her features as he gently pushing her back, and shutting the door.

"Billy Martin," Dorian said extending her hand. He shook it. "I'm Dorian and this is Dean." Billy shook Dean's hand. "We were hoping to ask you a few questions."

He shrugged. "Sure." He gestured to the chairs on his front porch. "Have a seat." They walked over and sat down.

"What do you want to know?" He asked leaning forward on his knee's. His shaggy, dark hair fell into his brown eyes.

"We talked to Andy Miller," Dean said watching for his reaction. After hunting for so long you can always tell when someone's hiding or afraid to say something. "We found out some pretty interesting stuff."

Billy shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Yeah, like what?"

"Well she says you weren't attacked by some ordinary guy," Dean said. He stretched his legs out and folded his hands in his lap. "In fact she tells us you guys were attacked by Skinned Tom."

Some emotion flickered over Billy's face, but it happened so quick neither Dorian nor Dean could tell what it was. He shook his head. "No, that was my mind playing tricks on me. I took a blow to the head."

"Well what did you see?" Dorian asked.

He looked over at her. "You mean what do I think I saw?"

She nodded.

He sighed. "Well Andy and I were in my car making out. Then out of nowhere this guy just breaks the side window and drags her out. I tried to hold onto her, but the guy was strong and jerked her out of my grip." He pushed his dark hair out of his face. "I got out of the car and I...well I think I froze. In my mind the guy had no skin. He was nothing but raw, red muscle."

"So what happened?" Dean asked. He had already heard this part of the story. He wanted to get onto the part that was missing. The question of why Tom didn't hurt Billy.

"He stabbed Andy and I came out of my stupor. I jumped the guy from behind. He threw me off of him like I was fly that had just landed on his back you know? Then he hit me over the head with the hilt of the knife. It didn't knock me out, but I was dazed. The guy stabbed her a couple of more times. She screamed...I'll never forget that scream. Anyways I called 911 and the guy just left. Didn't even give me a second glance."

"Where did he go?" Dean asked, leaning forward. "Into the woods, or out towards the road?"

Billy shook his head. "I don't know. It took all of my concentration just to call for help. I know it couldn't have been Skinned Tom, but I also know that it was someone. I just hope they catch the guy who did this."

"So do we," Dorian said sincerely. She wanted to get this guy. She wanted to take him down for hurting these people. "Just one more question."

"What's that?"

"Did you know that Andy Miller had a boyfriend?"

He shook his head. "Not till after the whole thing happened. I'm not into women who are already dating someone else."

They found Sam in the back corner of the library sitting at the computers. He had his head propped on his hand, his eyes glazed over from the glare of the computer screen.

Dean flicked his ear. "Hey!" Sam said, jerking his head around.

"What?" Dean asked sitting to Sam's left. He grinned. He loved messing with his little brother. "You looked like you were sleeping."

"Yeah, my eyes were opened and I was sleeping," Sam said sardonically. He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Play nice boys," Dorian said sitting to Sam's right. "Did you find anything?"

"Thomas Anders," Sam said, scrolling back to the top of the article. "Murdered by a lovers scorned husband in the early fifties."

"So the legends true?" Dorian asked looking at the picture of an intact and fully skinned Thomas. He was pretty hot in his black and white photo. She could see why he was a ladies man.

"Sort of." Sam said. He pointed to a section of the article. "Tom really was skinned alive and his body and the knife were never found. His skin, however, that was found."

"Nasty," Dorian said. "What did they do with the skin?"

Sam shrugged. "It doesn't say, by now though the skin must have decayed into nothing anyways, so it wouldn't do us any good."

"The husband probably buried what was left of Tom in those woods out there," Dean said. "So there's no chance in salting the remains."

"Maybe a banishing spell?" Dorian suggested. She had read through their fathers journal and had learned some pretty nifty tricks. Dean and Sam had also bought her a few witchcraft books to mull over.

"I don't know if that would work," Sam said.

"It might," Dean said. "We've got a Witch who can cast real spells now. We should at least test them out."

Sam nodded. "Take a look at this." He flipped to another article. "In the early eighties the same thing happened to another couple out at Lovers Lane. The woman was stabbed to death. The first guy was just knocked out. Then in eighty-eight a second guy was skinned in the same way Tom had been. The woman stabbed. Both women were cheating on their significant others."

"Didn't the waiter say that according to legend the guy is usually skinned?" Dorian asked.

Dean shrugged. "Maybe they got the legend wrong. According to the legend Tom didn't know the chick he was banging had a husband, right?"

"Right," Sam replied.

"Billy said he didn't know that Andy had a boyfriend until after the fact. So maybe Tom is getting revenge on the lying women..."

"Because that's what ultimately led to his death," Sam finished.

Dean nodded. "And the only time he skins the guy, is when the guy knows that the woman is cheating on her man."

"Okay," Dorian said. "So where do we go from here?"

Dean smiled at her. "You are about to become a cheating girlfriend."

Her jaw dropped. "Come again?"

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