AN: Okay I'm not going to say any details, but tonights episode ROCKED! If you missed it watch it on Sunday, because it was great. Even got me a little teary eyed. Anyways, I felt inspired, so here's the next chapter. There's one more after this and then if you guys ask nicely, maybe a sequal. LOL. No seriously I've a got a sequal planned. Enjoy.
"Okay, so obviously the incantation didn't work," Dorian said. She was pacing back and forth in their motel. They had been trying to figure out a way to stop Tom from wreaking havoc on anyone else. "Maybe a banishing spell?"
"No more spells," Dean said adamantly. "If you hadn't done whatever you had done you'd be dead. No, we're going to have a concrete plan to get rid of this guy this time."
Sam dropped the pencil he had been holding and looked up at her. "What did you do?"
Dorian shrugged and shook her head. "To be honest, I have no freaking clue. If I did, believe me I'd be more than happy to tell you." She stopped pacing and looked at her hand.
"Well what exactly happened?" Sam asked. "I mean specifically. I know what Dean told me, but what was running through your mind when it happened." He hated for her to have to relive it, but they needed to know what was going on.
Dorian fidgeted with her hair. "Well I guess the beginning part doesn't matter. Tommy boy dragged me into the woods. He's strong as all hell by the way."
"I noticed," Dean said wryly. He rubbed the knot on the back of his head.
Dorian walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. "Anyways, he threw me to the ground and tried to stab me. I rolled out of the way, but not quite quick enough." She gestured towards the bandage on her arm. "So then he kicked me in the side and went to bring the knife down on me again. I thought I was dead. I seriously thought my life was over. I threw up my hand to attempt to block him and then it happened." She shrugged. "That's it. I don't think I could do it again if I wanted to."
"Well maybe it came out as survival instinct," Sam suggested. "You're powers protected you when you needed them to."
"Well, how come that didn't happen before?" Dorian asked. "With the fire and everything." She wished she had known about then. At least she wouldn't have felt so helpless if there had been something she could have done to protect herself.
Sam shrugged. "Maybe because you were weaker then. You were half starved, you didn't have as much energy as you do now. Most powers are based off energy. If you don't have the strength to do it..." He shrugged.
"That's probably the reason," Dean agreed. Since Dorian had been with them she'd gained at least ten pounds. She was still extremely thin, but at least her ribs didn't stick out anymore. "Plus the fact you've actually been able to learn about and expand your knowledge of witchcraft. You don't have to keep that side of you repressed anymore."
"Yeah, okay I'll buy that," Dorian said. "But does that mean that if I try to I'll be able to do it? I mean I really don't want something to pop up at some inopportune time and have someone get hurt."
"We'll work on practicing and getting control of your powers after this is over," Sam said. "In the mean time, we need to figure out how to kill Skinned Tom." Which was proving to be a lot harder than they thought. They had no bones, no knife, no nothing. Dorian's incantation hadn't worked and while the energy burst had warded him off Sam knew that Tom would be back.
"You know," Dorian said. "When I knocked Tom back he dropped the knife."
"So?" Dean asked.
"He scrambled for that knife something fierce," Dorian said. She looked at Sam. "Have you heard the legend about Attila The Hun and the Sword of Mars?"
Sam nodded. "Sure it was said that the Sword of Mars made him invincible on the battle field. So long as he wielded it he couldn't be killed."
"Yeah, but he died anyways," Dean said. He wasn't sure where they were going with this.
"But not in battle," Dorian pointed. "He died from a severe nosebleed on his wedding night."
"Okay, so what's your point?"
"The point is that Skinned Tom is awfully close to that knife," Dorian said.
"So maybe if we take the knife away from him," Sam said.
"We can kill him," Dorian finished.
Dean rolled his eyes. He had two geeks on his hand, but he had to admit it definitely had it's perks. He didn't know all that much about Attila the Hun. Never really needed a reason to. "Okay, so we get the knife away from him. We just shoot him and he's dead? I don't think it's going to be that easy."
"Well maybe it's more than just his source of power," Sam said. He sat back in his chair and clasped his hands behind his head. "Maybe it's the only way to kill him."
Dean tilted his head and mulled it over. "Okay, so we go back there, lure Tom out again, jump him, grab the knife, and kill him." He smiled. "That's not so bad."
Dorian narrowed her eyes. "That's because you're not the one who has to lure him out."
"Hey as long as the cops don't show up it should work," Sam said. He cringed internally as guilt settled over him for not being able to be there for them the first time. He knew it wasn't his fault, but law enforcement was seriously starting to get on his nerves.
"Okay, well we need a better plan than just going there, luring him out, jumping him, and stabbing him," Dorian said. "That's a little vague don't you think?" The last thing she wanted was to get caught again. She wasn't relying on her new found powers to save her ass a second time.
They sat there for the next hour going over the plans and making sure they had every angle planned out. They didn't want a repeat of the previous night. They wanted to make sure Tom died permanently this time.
When they were finished they went over they drove over to the diner. It was only noon. They had time to kill and bellies to fill.
The diner was filled with town patrons grabbing a quick lunch. They grabbed one of the few available booths and sat down. This time they had a female waitress. They ate their lunch, keeping the conversation casual. There were too many people around to bring up anything about Lovers Lane and have them not be suspicious. Besides since Dorian and Dean had been the ones to report the second attack they didn't want to draw attention to them and have people notice they were sitting with the person who was once a suspect.
Of course Dorian slamming her knee into the bottom of the booth didn't help matters. Dean and Sam laughed it off. They joked around, finished their meal, and then left. They didn't want to linger in the diner any longer than they needed to.
When they got into the parking lot Dorian jumped onto the hood of the car.
"HEY!" Dean yelled. "My cars beat up enough as it is!"
Dorian rolled her eyes. "Get over it, Dean. It's just a car."
"It's not just a car! It's a classic and it's my baby!" He said. He lifted her off the car.
Dorian watched Dean swoon over his car. She crossed her arms over her chest and shook her head. She couldn't believe how crazy Dean was over his car. She looked at Sam. "Was he always like this?"
Sam smiled. "Ever since he got the car. No one else can drive it unless it's an emergency and to be honest I'm surprised he didn't cry when the window was broken."
Dean glared at him. "I'm getting that window fixed as soon as this is over. I might have to hustle a few people to get the cash, but I'm getting it fixed."
"Fine, whatever. Do you think you can pull yourself away from your baby long enough for us all to take a walk." Dorian asked. "I'm sick of being cooped up in that motel room. I want some fresh air for a change, and not the kind that comes from running after or away from some dark, demented, evil thing."
"That actually sounds pretty good," Sam said. He looked over at Dean. His brother was still mourning over his car. He sighed. "Dean?"
Dean pried his eyes away from the scratches on his hood and looked over at them. "What?"
"Let's go for a walk," Sam said.
Dean rubbed a scuff out of his car with the sleeve of his jacket. "Yeah fine. As long as Dorian can take three steps without tripping."
"Shut up," Dorian rolled her head. "At least I'm not obsessive over an old piece of junk."
"It's not an old piece of junk!" Dean exclaimed. "I told you it's a classic!" He couldn't believe Dorian had no respect for such a thing of beauty.
"Okay, car boy," She drawled. "Let's go."
They started walking down the street. Dorian interlinked her arms through each of theirs. The brothers exchanged a glance.
"What are you doing?" Sam asked suspiciously. Dorian always had a motive no matter what she did.
She smiled up at him and batted her eyelashes. "Nothing."
"Yeah uh huh," Dean said sarcastically. "You're not about to start skipping and singing we're off to see the wizard are you?"
"Huh?"
"You've never seen the Wizard of Oz?" Sam asked, incredulously.
"Have you heard the title?" She asked, looking at him like he was stupid. "Wizard, that means magic. That means my father banned it from my house."
"That's a little extreme," Dean said. Of course her father was seriously extreme, going to the point of murdering Dorian's mother because he thought she was a witch. Which she was, but in life she hadn't been evil. Only in death had the bad side come out.
"Okay, we have seriously got to expose you to some culture," Sam said. She'd never seen the Wizard of Oz. He shook his head. The way she had lived gave new meaning to the word sheltered.
"Isn't that why we're going to Graceland?" She asked.
"That's not culture," Dean said. "That's..." He shuddered. "Elvis."
"Elvis is culture," She drawled. "Although I'm sure you'd much rather go to a Metallica concert."
"Hey I seem to remember you liking Metallica," Dean pointed out. He smirked as he remembered the look on her face the first time she had heard Sandman.
"I do like Metallica, but that doesn't mean that all other genre's of music are bad." She smiled up at him. "I happen to like several different types of music, thank you very much." She tried to look smug, but was unsuccessful as she tripped over a rock. Sam and Dean each pulled their arm up and kept her from falling flat on her face. It was the effect of two parents holding onto their child and swinging them by their hands.
They placed her feet back on the ground and Dorian blushed. "Whoops."
Dean looked over at Sam. "I told you she can't walk."
Dorian stood out in the middle of Lovers Lane. It was completely deserted. They had decided that they didn't need to put on another show. Tom hadn't gotten his victim the first time. If Dorian was stupid enough to return then more than likely he would go after her without another display.
She looked at her watch. She had been standing there for fifteen minutes and still no Tom. "This is getting ridiculous." She shone the beam from her flashlight into the bushes, looking for any signs of something that wasn't supposed to be there.
She walked in a circle. Patience was definitely not one of her virtues. She kicked the dirt and sighed. She just wanted this to be over. She wanted to go to Graceland and cook a real meal and figure out what the hell was up with the powers or whatever she had used before against Tom.
She placed a hand on her hip and scanned the woods with her flashlight. "Come on Tom," She yelled. "You know you want to come and get me! You had a taste of my blood and you know your aching for the rest of it, so bring your nasty, skinless self out here and come and get me!"
"What the hell is she doing?" Dean asked Sam. They were squatting behind a patch of bushes, waiting for Tom to go after Dorian.
"I think she's a little tired of waiting," Sam said. Not that he was looking forward to what they were about to do, but he figured the sooner they got it over with the better.
"Come on Tom!"
Sam smirked. "At least she's determined."
"Yeah she's determined, determined to go to Graceland," Dean said. He didn't like the King, and he wasn't to gung ho about going to his old domain, but he'd do it for a home cooked meal.
"Dean, look," Sam said.
Dean turned his attention back towards the clearing. From the other side a skinless figure walked out of the woods. The knife was in his left hand and he was stalking towards Dorian.
"Sam! Dean!" Dorian said walking backwards.
"That's our cue," Dean said.
They broke through the bushes and sprinted for Tom. The two brothers jumped Tom from behind, knocking him to the ground. Tom screamed through a lipless mouth. He jerked his upper body and sent Dean and Sam flying backwards.
"That didn't work," Dean said, getting up.
They charged Tom again. Tom turned to face them, knife raised above his head. He came down, Sam blocked while Dean dropped his body and swept Tom's feet out from under him. Sam followed him down, pressing his knee against Tom's wrist.
Dean jumped on top of Tom, trying to keep him pinned to the ground. He was strong, giving Dean a good fight with his one arm.
Dorian, seeing that they were having trouble, ran over and dropped next to Sam. They both tried to pry open Tom's fingers. Dorian heard an audible pop as one of Tom's fingers broke. Dorian grabbed onto the bottom of the hilt, closer to the blade. She put her ankle against Tom's arm and yanked. Her hand slid down over the blade and she felt it cut into her skin.
Dorian released the blade, not wanting to cut anymore than she had. Instead she used the blood on Tom's hand, making it drip between his fingers and onto the hilt of the knife. She hoped it would make it slick enough to slide out from his grip.
Tom screamed again and Dean elbowed him in the face. "Hurry up!" Tom's leg came up, catching him in the back.
"Working on it," Dorian yelled. Sam grabbed onto the knife this time and successfully yanked it out of Tom's grip. The skinless man shrieked in horror. He flung his arm up so hard he sent Sam and Dorian flying. He grabbed Dean by his shirt and sent him soaring through the air.
Sam lifted his aching body from the ground. He went to grab the knife next to him, but only found dirt. He quickly searched around him looking for any trace of the knife. Finally his eyes caught site of it, far enough away from Tom, but closer to Dorian than him. "Dorian, the knife!"
Dorian pulled herself up. Tom saw the knife at the same moment she did. Now, it was a matter of who was faster. Dorian quickly raced towards the knife. Tom did as well. Sam and Dean made their way towards Tom, hoping to intercept him before he reached Dorian.
Dorian however knew they wouldn't make it. She pushed herself as much as she could, and when she was within a foot of the knife she dove on top of it. Tom dropped onto her, wrapping his arms around her waist and squeezing.
She felt the air being pushed out of her lungs. She held onto the knife though. She refused to let Tom win.
Dean grabbed a branch from the ground. "I'm getting real sick of this." He walked over to Tom and swung the branch with all of his strength. He caught Tom across the face. The skinless man flew off of Dorian and into the dirt.
Dorian coughed and sucked in as much air as her lungs would allow. Sam grabbed the knife from her hands and quickly ran over to where Tom was trying to get up. He kicked the skinless man in the face. Tom shrieked and reached up for the knife. Sam kicked him again and brought the knife down directly into Tom's heart.
Sam jumped back and Tom shrieked and began to smoke. He twitched and writhed in pain, reaching out trying to latch onto something that wasn't there. The smell of rotting flesh invaded Sam's nostrils and he covered his nose with his sleeve. Then he watched as Tom shriveled into nothing.
"Are you okay?" Dean asked, kneeling next to Dorian. She nodded and Dean helped her up. He kept an arm around her and they walked over to what was left of Tom.
His body was shriveled and drawn in as though he had been mummified with only his muscles. The knife was still sticking out of his chest.
"That's seriously gross," Dorian said, leaning against Dean.
"Sam," Dean said. "Go grab the salt out of the trunk of the car. Let's torch what's left of this guy and the knife."
Sam nodded and started walking towards the car.
Dean turned towards Dorian and took her wounded hand. "How is it you're not a klutz when we're in imminent danger, but when it comes to every day life you have two left feet?"
Dorian smiled and shrugged. "At least you know you can count on me when it comes down to it."
He looked at her hand and realized he'd have to sew her up this time. The cut was deep and nasty. "I always knew I could count on you." He released her hand and took off his jacket. He took off his shirt, leaving him in nothing but a wife beater. He tore his shirt into several long strips and wrapped Dorian's hand. "I' m going to have to stitch that."
She shrugged. "No big deal. It wouldn't be the first time I've had stitches."
"Yeah, but when was the last time you had it without something to numb the area?" He asked. It was going to hurt and he hated that she was going to be in pain.
Dorian thought it was cute how Dean was being so protective. "Relax big dog, I can handle it."
Dean smirked. "I have no doubt about that."
Sam came back with the salt and a book of matches. They doused the body along with the knife and then lit it on fire. Dean noticed Dorian take a few steps back. He knew she was still scared, despite telling Dean about her nightmares. He didn't blame her. It would take her a long time to get over her fear, if she ever completely got over it.
Dean walked over to her and put a reassuring arm around her shoulders. He wanted to make sure he knew that he was there for her. That nothing would happen to her.
They waited until the flames had completely cooked the body. They made sure all remnants of what had happened were gone. Sam and Dean buried the body deep in the woods, ensuring that no one would find it for years to come. They added more salt into the grave just in case. Then they returned to the motel.
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