AN: Le Sigh Well I'm afraid I have bad news. I got a little curious when I didn't see previews for a new ep of Supernatural at the end of Asylum. So I looked it up and it seems that our favorite brotherly, evil fighting duo will not return until 1/1/2006. I'm going to go through withdrawals whines. You can check for yourself at also means I will be writing A LOT more to keep a fix lol. Anyways, thank you for your reviews and I hope you enjoy the next chapter.

"Well hello, Sam," Missouri said as soon as she picked up the phone. "How are you?"

Sam smirked. He had liked Missouri from the moment he met her. She was honest and she had a good heart. Her telling Dean he was a goofy looking kid had nothing to do with it. Honestly. "We're fine, but we have a problem."

"What, she can't read your mind?" Dean asked. He liked Missouri well enough, but he she could get under his skin, and he just wanted to return the favor.

"I heard that," Missouri said sharply. "Tell that boy I can't read minds that are several thousand miles away. If I could do that I'd know where your father was, wouldn't I?"

Sam would have loved to relay the message, but he they didn't have the time for that. It was going to be dark soon and they needed to figure out how to kill the incubus before it went after Marissa again. "Look, as amusing as this conversation is turning out," Sam said, "We need some information."

Missouri sighed heavily over the phone. "Well, I didn't think this would be a social call. I'll help the best I can. What do you need to know?"

"Everything that you know about a demon called an Incubus," Sam said, giving Dean a glance. "We've looked on the net, but we didn't find anything concrete, just speculation and a way to ward them off. We need to know how to kill it."

Dean pulled up the new age shop. "You talk to Missouri, I'll go get the herbs we need." There was no point in getting sidelong glances from the people who were inside while Sam was talking on the phone. Sam nodded and Dean got out of the car.

"Well, an incubus is a sort of vampire," Missouri told him. "Not a sub species exactly. They can walk around in daylight when in human form, but they always attack after dark."

"Wait, what do you mean when they're in human form?" Sam asked. "You mean they can take other forms?" He didn't like the sound of that at all.

"Not exactly," She stopped and thought of the best way to explain it. "An incubus is a kind of demonic spirit. It can use the flesh of a corpse to take on any human appearance it wants. Usually, it will take on the appearance of someone the woman loves and cares about."

Sam shook his head. This was getting more complicated by the second. "Why does it take on the appearance of someone the woman cares about if all he's going to do is kill her by the nights end?"

"Sam, it doesn't kill the woman in one night," Missouri explained. "He visits her repeatedly, taking a little more of her soul each night. The woman doesn't know it's happening because the incubus takes away the memories of the event."

"That means that the women who have already been killed had been raped by the incubus several times?"

"That's right. There are signs. Scratches and bite marks on the victim's body. Also the woman is usually tired, and irritable the next day."

Sam sighed heavily. This information was not good. It meant that Marissa may have already been attacked by the incubus and she wouldn't remember it. He hadn't seen any scratches or bite marks, but she was covered up pretty well. He'd have to ask Ray about it when they went back to the house. "Okay, but that brings me back to my original question. Why take on the appearance of someone the woman cares about?"

"Because, if the woman invites the incubus into her bed, the incubus then has the power to put all others in the house into a deep sleep, assuring that they won't awake."

"That's why the woman's husband didn't wake up when she was attacked," Sam whispered to himself, more than to Missouri. The pieces were falling into place and they were making a pretty ugly puzzle. "How do we kill it?" He looked over as Dean got into the car with the bag of herbs. He held up his hand, indicating to Dean to be quiet.

Missouri sighed again. "Well with regular vampires sunlight or a stake through the heart would suffice, but I'm not really sure, Sam. I might know someone who does though. Let me call you back all right?"

"Yeah, sure. Thanks Missouri."

"No problem, Sam."

"Oh, Missouri one more thing."

"What's that?"

"How did you know it was me if you can't read minds from thousands of miles away?" Sam asked.

"Boy, I don't live in the stone age. I do have caller ID."

Sam laughed. "Thanks again."

"I'll call you back as soon as I have the information," She said.

Sam hung up and turned to Dean, all signs of laughter gone from his face.

"I don't like that look," Dean said, starting his car and pulling out of the parking lot. Somehow he knew it wasn't good news.

Sam leaned back in his seat. He relayed all of the information to Dean that he had just learned from Missouri. Dean didn't like what he heard at all.

"But why Marissa?" Dean asked. "Why the other women? How is he choosing his victims?"

Sam shrugged. "I don't know. I didn't get a chance to ask Missouri that."

"Well, when she calls back, make sure you do," Dean said. He wanted as much information about this thing as he could get. The more they knew, the easier it would be to catch this thing and destroy it. "In the mean time we'll head over to Ray's and put this warding stuff up."

"We can also try and find out what Marissa and the other women had in common," Sam said. He figured it stood to reason that if the incubus was picking and choosing certain people that there would be a common link between them.

The cell phone rang. "That was fast," Sam said.

"Maybe she read her friends mine," Dean said sarcastically.

Sam shook his head and answered the phone. "Hello?"

"Hey Sam, it's Dorian." She coughed. "I was just calling to check on you guys."

"Oh, hey Dorian. We're fine. We found a way to ward this thing off, so we're heading over to Ray's to set everything up."

"So you found out what it is then?"

Sam nodded and then realizing she couldn't see him said, "Yeah, it's an incubus. It feeds off of sexual energy."

"Nasty."

"How are you feeling?"

"About the same. I woke up a little while ago. I grabbed some food from the diner across the street." She pulled away from the phone to cough. "I'm going to grab a shower and try and get some more sleep."

"One of us will come back to the motel when we're done setting everything up," Sam said. He didn't want Dorian to have to spend the night alone while she was sick. She had been alone enough in her life.

"Don't worry about me," She exclaimed through a small cough. "I'm sick, but Marissa has this thing after her. She needs you guys more than I do. Stay there as long as you have to. I'll be here in the morning."

"Are you sure?" Sam asked, worriedly. He knew Dorian tried to be strong. She had a big heart and always tried to take care of everyone else before herself. "They don't need both of us there."

She sighed. Both Dean and Sam could be stubborn as all hell when they wanted to be. "Sam, they don't need both of you there, but you and Dean need each other there. You need to watch out for each other. If something happens Marissa and Ray won't be able to help."

Sam knew that her words were true. If the herbs didn't work to ward this thing off then there would be serious trouble. "Hold on a second." He covered the mouthpiece of the phone and looked at Dean. "Dorian wants us both to stay with Ray and Marissa tonight. She says she wants both of us there in case something goes wrong."

Dean sighed. He knew that Dorian was right. If he left and something happened to Sam, he'd never forgive himself and if Sam left and something happened to him, well Dean would just be pissed. Finally he nodded. "All right, but tell her if she needs anything she better call us."

Sam nodded and uncovered the mouthpiece. He relayed Dean's message and Dorian agreed. "Try and get some rest."

"I will. I'm going to take a shower, down some Robitussin, and sleep for the rest of the night." Dorian smiled to herself. "Besides, it'll be nice to have some privacy for once."

Sam smiled. "Okay, get some rest. We'll see you in the morning. Hopefully by then this will all be over and we can relax for a few days."

"That sounds like a plan. Talk to you later Sam."

"Bye." Sam hung up. He had a nagging feeling in his gut, but he wasn't sure what it was. He knew Dorian was right, but he just felt like he shouldn't leave her alone tonight. He told himself it was just because she was sick and he was worrying too much. He shook it off and he and Dean went to Rays.

"Are you sure this is going to work?" Marissa asked nervously as Dean carved a pentagram into the headboard of her bed. The bags of herbs were hanging from the fan overhead. They had explained what they needed to do, but before the other night she hadn't even believed in things like this.

"It should," Dean said, finishing the symbol. He closed his pocket knife and got off the bed. "In case it doesn't Sam and I will be here. Just make sure you don't invite this thing into your bed."

"Trust me there is no chance in that," She replied, hugging herself. She had a long sleeve shirt and a pair of baggy jeans.

Dean had hoped that she would at least have short sleeves so they could see if there were any marks on her arm. No luck. That's why Sam and Ray were in the other room. They figured asking Ray would be better. He would have noticed if she had been irritable over the past couple of days and it was easier than putting Marissa through the pain all over again. "With any luck these wards will work and this thing won't be able to get back into your bed. If it comes into the house, Sam and I will be ready."

She nodded and they walked into the living room. Sam was sitting across the couch from Ray. They both stood up when they walked into the room.

Dean looked over at his brother and Sam slightly shook his head no. Dean breathed a sigh of relief. Ray hadn't seen any of the signs that would have indicated an incubus previously attacking Marissa. That was definitely a good thing. "We're all set up." He shoved his hands in his pockets. "We'll be here all night, so you guys can rest easy."

Ray nodded. "I wanted to thank you guys for this again. I don't know what I'd do if you hadn't come."

"Don't worry about it," Sam said, with a sour smile. "It's what we do." Despite the fact that he had become more determined in this fighting evil stuff, Sam still longed for a life of normalcy. He longed for Jessica and waking up to her every morning. He missed the sweet smell coconuts from her shampoo and body wash. He physically shook his head to rid him of the memories. They had a job to do and he needed to be clear headed.

Sam walked over and looked out the window. The sky was turning into deep purples and blues. Dark was coming and it was coming fast. He still had that bad feeling about Dorian. It seemed to be getting worse. "Come on Missouri. Call me back already would you?"

Dean saw that look on his brothers face. The look that said he was thinking of Jess. It killed Dean that his brother had lost not only one, but two people he loved to the same thing. Sam couldn't remember the night their mother died, but he felt the pain of growing up without a mother, as did Dean. Dean was just lucky enough to have those few sweet memories of their mom. He sighed and walked over to Sam. Dean gently put a hand on his shoulder. "Hey you okay?"

Sam turned to look at him. "Yeah, I'm fine, but I was thinking."

"Yeah, about what?" He hoped Sam wasn't going to bring up Jess or their mom. He really didn't want to talk about it. He would talk about anything except that.

Sam glanced over and saw that Ray and Marissa were in the kitchen, having a conversation of their own. He looked back at Dean. "Missouri knows a lot about the supernatural. We've been trying for months now to help Dorian with her powers and we've had no success. It's only showed itself on occasions and it usually leaves her feeling drained."

Dean crossed his arms over his chest. "Where are you going with this?"

"I was thinking...um..." He wasn't sure how Dean was going to take this. "Maybe we should ask Missouri to take care of Dorian for a while, so that she can help her with her powers."

Dean's eyes widened. "Sam she's not a kid. We can't just dump her off like some foster child."

"I'm not saying we do, but Missouri can help her gain control of her abilities," He argued. "It wouldn't be permanent, just for a few weeks or months until Missouri finished teaching her." Sam didn't want Dorian to go either, but if it meant making her stronger than it would be well worth it.

"No way," Dean said. He had grown accustomed to Dorian being with them. She was part of the team. He wouldn't throw her off to someone else anymore than he would Sam. "She's been learning on her own."

"She hasn't learned much," Sam countered. "Almost everything she thinks she learns backfires on her. Missouri may be able to teach her the right way to do things." Dean sighed angrily. "Look I don't want her to go anymore than you do, but if it'll help her..."

"Have you forgotten what happened there?" Dean whispered angrily. "What if we send her there and something bad happens to her? What if something like what happened to mom happens to her?"

"Missouri will protect her," Sam said. He truly believed that Missouri would keep Dorian safe no matter what. He also believed Missouri could help her better than they ever could.

"No," Dean snapped. He wasn't taking that chance. He wasn't going to send Dorian back to his old hometown and possibly have something going after her. He knew it was unlikely that whatever had killed their mom was still in Lawrence, especially after Jess, but it was too risky. "Dorian's staying with us. End of discussion."

Sam nodded, knowing he had lost the conversation. Dean was too set on keeping Dorian with him and he had too many scars when it came to Lawrence. Not to mention the fact he was too attached to Dorian to let her go.

Sam still thought it would be best for Dorian to stay with Missouri for a while. Missouri could help her in ways that he and Dean couldn't, but the tone in Dean's voice told Sam that the subject was closed.

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