AN: Let's see it's 3:10pm. Supernatural comes on at 9pm. So that's five hours and fifty minutes until Supernatural comes on! Does Happy Dance Eh hem, sorry. Anyways here's the next chapter. I hope you like it.
"This is not going to work," Dorian said, crossing her arms over her chest. She and Dean were on their way to Lovers Lane. Sam, Dorian's new boyfriend, had taken off earlier and was presently hiding in the bushes with a shotgun full of salt rock in case Dorian's incantation didn't work.
"Give it a shot," Dean said. "He goes after cheating women, and technically you'll be cheating on Sam."
"Okay, Sam doesn't think this will work either," Dorian said sardonically. "And he wasn't very comfortable asking me to go out with him." What she left out was that she wasn't comfortable saying yes. She knew as soon as this was all over they wouldn't be together anymore. Not that they really were together and that was why she didn't think Tom would come after her.
"Sam was uncomfortable and so you were you," Dean said. "It's understandable, but you both went through with it because you both know that there is a chance this will work." He hoped it worked. He hoped that the incantation worked. He was hoping a lot and that putting both Dorian and Sam through this hadn't been for nothing.
Dorian sighed, knowing Dean was right. There was a chance of this working. After all ghosts didn't look at details. Officially Dorian and Sam were going out and officially she was going to be up at Lovers Lane with another guy. It might be enough to draw Tom's spirit out. "Do we actually have to make out?"
Dean glanced over at her and grinned. "You know you want to. Every girl wants to make out with me."
She rolled her eyes. "Don't flatter yourself. And..." She didn't know how to go on. Dorian had never talked about personal things with Dean or Sam. They respected her privacy and it was never really an issue.
"And what," Dean prompted, throwing his arm on the seat behind her. He could see she was uncomfortable. He didn't understand why. She would show her scars to a stranger to make her talk, but she wouldn't make out with Dean? Something was definitely up.
"I, uh..." She stuttered. She didn't know how to say this and knowing Dean he'd probably make light of the situation and possibly crack a joke or two. "Okay, promise not to laugh." She wanted to ensure that Dean wouldn't make her feel like a complete ass.
"Okay," Dean said tentatively. Now he was really curious as to where this was going. Dorian usually had no problem talking to him or Sam. She was never worried about how they'd react.
She grabbed a strand of red hair and started twirling it around her finger. She bit her lower lip and looked out the window so hard you'd think that Skinned Tom was standing in their path. In a way she wished he was, this way they wouldn't have to go through with the stupid plan and she wouldn't have to tell Dean.
"Dorian we're almost there, so whatever you have to say, you might want to do it now."
She sighed and realized he was right. She couldn't delay this. "I...uh...I've never had a boyfriend before." She said it quickly and kept her gaze out the window. She was waiting for him to start laughing or make a joke. Instead she felt his hand go to the back of her neck and he gently massaged the muscles there.
"So you've probably never kissed a guy either," Dean said. She shook her head. He had already felt bad about making Sam ask Dorian out, but Dean figured pretending to go out with Dorian would be easier than Sam making out with her. Now Dean was starting to feel worse, knowing he was not only putting Sam, but also Dorian in an awkward position. He pulled the car over to the side of the road. "We don't have to do this."
Sighing, she turned to face him. Dean still had his hand on the back of her neck. "No, we have to do this. If we can stop this guy from hurting someone else, then we have to do this. I just..." She felt her cheeks redden. "I mean I know you've been with a lot of girls and I just wanted you to know why I wasn't any good."
Dean smiled. "Is that what this is about."
"Don't laugh," She said, pointing a finger at him. This was completely horrifying. "You promised you wouldn't laugh."
Dean held up his hands. "I'm not laughing. Dorian, just because you never kissed a guy before doesn't mean you're going to be horrible at it your first time. Take me for example, I was a natural."
Normally she would have rolled her eyes, but she was nervous as all hell about this. Instead she just tilted her head to the side and stared at him, trying not to let the nervousness she was feeling show.
"Look," Dean said, sitting up and wiping the smirk off his face. "Even if you are bad the first time so what? No one's going to be in that car except for you and me. I'm not going to let anything happen to you and whatever happens in this car while we're at Lovers Lane, stays between you and me. Okay?"
She nodded. She knew Dean wouldn't tell anyone, but that didn't make it any less hard to do. Her heart was pounding.
Dean pulled back onto the road and took her hand. Dorian was looking out the window and Dean realized she probably didn't know she had a vice grip on his hand. Despite the fact that Dorian had been eating on a regular basis and working out with them she was still underweight so her grip wasn't that strong, but Dean could tell she was freaking out inside.
A few minutes later they arrived at Lovers Lane. Dean turned off the headlights and killed the engine. He hoped no one else would show up. If they did they might get caught up in everything and they were going for as few casualties as possible.
Dean leaned back in his seat and looked over at Dorian. She had herself pressed up against the door as far as she could go. Her body was stiff and she was chewing on her lower lip. "Are you sure about this?"
She looked over at him and gave him a half hearted smile. "Yeah, I'm sure." Dorian knew that was a lie. Her heart was racing and she felt stupid for it. It wasn't like they were going to have sex or anything, but her father had always kept her so tightly under wraps she had never been able to experience dating or guys. Besides it was only Dean. It wasn't going to mean anything.
She scolded herself and tried to push away the uneasy feelings. Dorian instead concentrated on the incantation she had memorized for when Tom came after them. She kept repeating the words over and over in her mind trying only to think about that.
Dean scooted towards her and she met him half way. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders. He could feel the tension in her body. He pushed Dorian's hair out of her face with his free hand. "Just relax, okay. If you get too uncomfortable just tell me and we'll stop." She nodded.
Dean put a hand under her chin and gently lifted her face towards his. Her breath quickened in anticipation and fear. She watched as he closed his eyes and slowly brought his face towards hers.
His lips brushed hers gently and she shuddered. She closed her eyes and he pressed his lips against hers, kissing her softly. Her lips tingled where Dean's touched her and she began kissing him back. He gently pried her mouth open with his tongue and began exploring her mouth. The nervousness Dorian had been feeling floated to the back of her mind as new feelings and sensations began running through out her body.
She leaned into Dean and went to wrap her arms around him. Her hand hit the dashboard on the way and she jerked back in pain. "Ow!"
"You okay?" Dean asked, a little breathlessly. For a beginner she wasn't so bad. She wasn't great, but she wasn't so bad either.
She nodded, but didn't look at him. She felt stupid. Even while kissing a guy she was a klutz. Dean must have thought she was a complete idiot.
"Are you sure you've never done this before?" Dean asked tilting his head and trying to look into her eyes. "Cause if you really haven't, then trust me you're a natural." He saw the beginnings of a smile tug at the corner of her mouth and her shoulders relaxed a little. That's what he had been hoping for.
"You're just saying that," She said looking up at him. She knew Dean was just trying to be nice, but she was happy he wasn't making her feel any more stupid than she already did.
Dean held up two fingers. "Scouts honor."
She laughed. "You were never a scout."
He dropped his hand. "True, but I still meant what I said."
She smiled at him and Dean caressed the side of her face. They still needed to put on a show if they were going to draw Tom out. Dean pulled Dorian towards him, but before he could kiss her again, the passenger side window was smashed in.
Dorian screamed and felt Dean cover her from the flying glass. Someone grabbed her arm and started pulling her away from Dean.
"Dorian, the incantation!" Dean yelled. She started speaking in Latin, spewing out words as fast as her mind would let her. He was holding onto Dorian with as much strength as he could, but Tom was strong as hell.
Tom's bloody, skinless hands wrapped around Dorian's waste. His eyes stared out of their sockets with no lids. Dean held onto Dorian with one arm, and took out his switch blade with the other. He flipped it open and stabbed Tom in the side of his neck.
Tom screamed, but didn't let go of Dorian. Tom raised his hand, and Dean saw the knife gleam. He realized he had to let go of Dorian or risk being stabbed. Tom brought the knife down, and Dean brought up both hands, blocking the blow. In less than a second, Tom slammed Dean into the drivers door causing his head to bounce off the glass and dragged Dorian out the window.
Dorian fought against his grip. She had finished the incantation and it hadn't worked. Tom dragged her through the woods, pulling her over bushes and rocks. She tried to pull away, but he was too strong. After they were several feet away Tom threw her down on the ground and raised the knife above her head. He brought it down and Dorian tried rolling out of the way, but he still caught her in the upper arm.
Tom kicked her in the side, knocking the air out of her. She tried to scream, but her lungs weren't providing enough air to let her do much of anything other than squeak. She watched in horrified fear as Tom raised the knife over her. There was nothing she could do.
Dean had shaken himself out of his daze and was running towards Dorian. It seemed as though every tree, bush and branch were trying to keep him from getting to Dorian. He mentally cursed Sam wondering where the hell he was. He could see Tom in the distance was ready to strike and his heart filled with fear as he realized he'd never make it in time.
He watched in horror as Tom brought the knife down. Dorian screamed and raised a hand to shield herself. Almost immediately a bright blue light formed from her hand and shot towards Tom. He screamed and flew back, the knife falling from his hand.
Tom quickly scrambled and grabbed the knife. He glared over at Dorian with his lidless eyes. He screamed at her and then disappeared.
Dorian sat there in shock of what had just happened. She pulled her hand out of the air and looked at her palm. How had she done that? WHAT had she done?
Dean scrambled over and kneeled beside her. "Are you all right?" He lifted the sleeve of her shirt and began examining the cut on her arm.
"I'm fine," Dorian said nonchalantly. She was still staring at the palm of her hand.
The wound on her arm wasn't too bad. He could see a little bit of white flesh, but it wasn't deep enough for her to need stitches. He dropped the sleeve and looked at her. "What the hell was that?"
She shook her head and looked up at him. "I have no idea."
"Well whatever it was, it saved your life," Dean said. "Come on let's get out of here before he comes back." He helped Dorian up and pulled out his cell phone as they started walking back towards the woods. He speed dialed Sam's cell phone. It rang until it went into his voice mail. "Damn." He snapped the phone shut.
"You don't think Tom got him do you?" Dorian asked. They walked back into the clearing.
Dean shook his head. "No, he had no reason to go after Sam." His cell phone rang. He answered it on the first ring. "Sam?"
"Dean, are you okay?" Sam asked worriedly.
"Yeah, we're fine," Dean said. "Which is more than I can say for my car. You know after I kill you for not being here, I'm going to kill Tom for messing up my car!"
"I got arrested."
"What?" Dean asked.
"Cop caught me out in the woods," Sam explained. "Shot gun and all."
"They think you're a suspect?" Dean asked, not liking where this was going.
"It crossed their mind," Sam replied. "I need you to come bail me out."
Dean sighed. Great, this was just what they needed. There was always some cop screwing up there plans. "All right, we're on our way." He hung up the phone and turned to Dorian. "Maybe that cut is a good thing after all."
Dorian raised an eyebrow. "Huh?"
Two hours later they were still sitting at the police station. Dean had busted through the doors with a near hysterical Dorian saying they were attacked out at Lovers Lane. They used fake names so that the police wouldn't realize Dean and Sam were related.
The police had called an EMT to take a look at Dorian's arm. They confirmed she didn't need to go to the hospital. They bandaged her arm and were then on their way. Since then Dorian and Dean had been answering questions. Times, descriptions, what exactly had happened.
They had made up a story before they got there, deciding the best description to use would be from Tom when he was alive. They didn't want some innocent guy getting picked up for a false description.
Dean had excused himself at one point to go to the bathroom and went to check on Sam. His cell was empty and Dean realized that they had released Sam. Tom looked nothing like Sam, plus the fact that they were attacked while Sam was in jail crossed Sam off the suspect list.
Breathing a sigh of relief he went back into the interrogation room. Dorian was dead on her feet. Between the surge of adrenaline she had received while fighting Tom, plus whatever she had done to ward him off, and not to mention the hysterics she displayed for the police, Dean didn't blame her.
"Can I get you a cup of coffee?" The sheriff asked Dorian.
She shook her head. She was shivering, and tired and all she wanted to do was go to sleep. "I've been here for hours. Can I please go back to my motel room?"
The sheriff tipped his hat back. "We just need to ask you a few more questions."
"I've answered all your questions," She snapped. "Over, and over, and over again."
"Sheriff," Dean said, leaning forward on the table. "With all due respect Dorian's been through a lot. I think she should get some rest."
The sheriff looked back and forth between the two. "Okay, but make sure you stay away from Lovers Lane. I'll call you if we need anything else from you."
Dean nodded and helped Dorian up. He wrapped a protective arm around her and took her from the room.
Sam came out of the motel room as they pulled up. Dean got out and walked around to the passenger side. "Hey jail bird." He opened Dorian's door and scooped her into his arms.
Sam worried when he saw the bandage around Dorian's bicep and even more so when Dean lifted her into his arms. Guilt washed over him for not being able to be there to help them. "What happened? Is she all right?"
Dean nodded. "She's just sleeping. I'll tell you about it after we get her in bed."
Sam nodded and opened the door for them. He pulled back the blankets and Dean placed Dorian in the bed. Dean removed her shoes and then covered her. She mumbled something and rolled over.
"Come on," Dean whispered to Sam. "We'll talk outside."
They left the motel room, gently shutting the door behind them.
"I'm sorry I couldn't warn you," Sam said immediately. "They wouldn't let me call anyone until they were done questioning me."
"Don't even worry about it," Dean said, waving it off. "We handled things. What did you tell the cops?"
Sam leaned against the wall and ran a hand through his hair. "I told them that I had heard there was a reward for this guy so I went looking for him."
Dean smirked. "And the rock salt?"
Sam smiled sheepishly. "I told them I didn't want to kill him. I just wanted to incapacitate him."
"You spent all that time at college and that's the best you could come up with?" Dean asked. "No wonder the cops didn't buy it."
Sam shrugged. "So what happened?"
Dean looked over at his car. "You mean besides my car getting thrashed?"
Sam rolled his eyes. Dean waved him off and began with the events of the night. He confirmed that it was Skinned Tom and that the incantation hadn't worked.
"What?" Sam asked after Dean told him about Dorian's glowing hand. "How in the hell did she do that?"
Dean shrugged. "I have no idea. She was as shocked as Tom was. After that we didn't have much time to talk about it. We were going over our story to tell the cops. She put on a very convincing show of hysterics for the cops by the way. If she wasn't hunting with us I'd say she could be an actress."
Sam shook his head and smiled. "No, they wouldn't be able to get her to act out one scene with out tripping over her own feet."
Dean laughed. "That's the truth."
Sam and Dean spoke for a few more minutes, going over the details of the night. They realized that they were going to have to find another way to destroy Tom, but without his body it was definitely going to be difficult. Finally, they decided to go inside and get some rest, picking everything up in the morning.
Dean took a shower, changed, and walked back into the room. Sam was softly snoring, letting Dean know he was fast asleep. Dean pulled back the blanket and climbed into bed, careful not to wake Dorian. He fluffed the pillow under his head and closed his eyes, ready to fall asleep. A few moments later he felt the bed shaking. He rolled over and saw Dorian, huddled into a ball. She was shivering and sweat was beading on her forehead.
Dean rolled on his side and gently caressed her face. "Hey," He whispered, not wanting to wake Sam. Dorian's eyes shot open and her breath caught in her throat. "It's okay. You were having a nightmare."
Dorian looked around her and realized she was safe in the motel room. She took a few deep breaths, trying to calm her racing heart. She pushed her hair out of her face and looked over at Dean. "I don't remember going to bed."
Dean smiled and propped his head in his hand. "That would be because you fell asleep in the car on the way back from the police station."
"Oh," She said. She looked over and saw Sam sleeping in his bed. She sighed in a relief. "So it worked then."
Dean nodded. "Yeah, Sam was pretty worried about you too." He smiled. "I guess it's only natural for a guy to worry about his girlfriend."
Dorian flung her arm out and caught him in the ribs. "Shut up."
Dean laughed, but then saw that Dorian wasn't smiling. She was staring at the ceiling, arms over her stomach. "Wanna talk about it?"
She shrugged. "It was just a nightmare. No big deal." She hoped that Dean would leave it at that.
"If it's no big deal than why are you still shaking?"
Dorian looked down at her hands and realized Dean was right. She balled her hands into fists and tried to stop the involuntary shaking, but it was no use.
Dean sighed and turned on his back. "Come here."
Dorian looked at him, not sure what he meant.
Dean rolled his eyes. "After all this time you should realize I don't bite." He was trying to keep the mood light, but he knew that Dorian needed a little reassurance. She was as stubborn as Sam when it came to talking about her nightmares. She didn't have them as often as Sam had, but on the few occasions she did, she simply brushed them off and tried to go back to sleep.
Dorian scooted towards Dean and he wrapped his arm around her. She rested her head on Dean's chest. She was comfortable in his arms. She knew she was safe and safe was good. She had never felt safe until she had started working with Sam and Dean. They had taken care of her and protected her. Two things she had never known and Dorian was more grateful to the two of them than they would ever know.
"I'm not trying to get all sentimental or anything," Dean said. "But I wish you'd tell me what's going on in that head of yours." Sam had never let Dean in on his nightmares. He was hoping he could get Dorian to. True she didn't have them that often, but he still hated it when she did.
"It's nothing," Dorian lied. She didn't want to burden Dean with her problems. "It was just a nightmare."
"Come on, like I didn't know that," Dean said sarcastically. He knew she was trying to skirt past the conversation. "What did you see in your dream?"
She unconsciously started playing with the fabric of his shirt. It was stupid, she kept telling herself that, but no matter how many times she reassured herself, she still had the nightmare. As many times as she told herself it was no big deal she still found herself shaking every time she had the dream.
"Well?" Dean asked. He began stroking her hair. He was trying to calm her rattled nerves. She had been through a lot today. Between kissing him, almost being stabbed, and then doing whatever it was that she did Dean wasn't surprised that she was so shaken.
"It's..."
"If you say nothing I'm going to hurt you," Dean joked.
She smiled. "I wasn't going to say nothing." She unwound her hand from his shirt. "It's always the same dream. It's always...I'm always back in Ruddington. I'm back in the fire. Only..." She trailed off, now knowing how to continue. She bit her lower lip and snuggled closer to Dean.
Dean could see it was hard for her. He could see she was hurting and scared and he wanted to take that away. He wanted to let her know she was safe. "Only what?"
"Only in my dream, no ones there to save me."
Dean sighed and hugged her reassuringly. "But we were there and we got you out. Sam and I aren't going to let anything happen to you. We'll always be here for you." She shuddered against him and he pulled the blankets up around her.
Dorian knew he was telling the truth and that scared her. No one had ever truly been there for her except for Marion and Dorian had gotten her killed. Her mother was killed as well. Everyone who had truly cared about Dorian had been killed. She felt like she was cursed.
"It's okay," Dean began gently stroking her arm below the wound. He could tell she was scared. "You're safe. Go to sleep. I'll be right here when you wake up."
Dorian found Dean's touch relaxing and soon stopped shaking. She believed him, believed what he said. Knowing she was safe, Dorian let out a heavy sigh and closed her eyes. With in minutes she was asleep once again.
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