AN: Thank you guys so much for the reviews. I'm glad you're liking it. I thought today being Turkey Day and all that I would upload the new chapter. There's quite a bit of violence and attempted rape, so once again you haven been WARNED. That said, Have a Happy Dysfunctional Turkey Day and enjoy the new chapter.
Sam and Dean were sitting at the kitchen table with Ray playing rummy. Marissa had gone to bed about an hour ago. They were checking in on her periodically, and her bedroom door was open, so if anything even squeaked they'd hear it. So far there had been no sign of the incubus.
Sam's feeling about Dorian hadn't gone away. In fact it was getting worse and he felt like he was becoming more worried every second. Okay, he was becoming more worried every second, but he couldn't understand why.
Dean watched Sam stare off into the distance. He had been doing that off and on all night. "Sam, it's your turn." He didn't answer. Dean waved his hand in front of Sam's face. "Yo, Sam!" He whistled.
Sam jerked his head up. "Huh? What?" Dean and Ray were staring at him. He didn't realize that he had run off in his thoughts.
"You okay, pal?" Dean asked, staring at his brother. Whenever Sam got that look in his eye he was thinking about something that was bothering him. Sam glanced over at him.
Ray saw the exchange between the two brothers. "I'm going to go check on Marissa." He put his cards down and walked into the room.
Dean leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. "What's going on with you?"
"Nothing," Sam said. Even to his own ears it sounded unconvincing. He glanced up at Dean and then quickly looked away.
"Look, last time you did something like this I found out you had visions or whatever," Dean said. He was still a little freaked out by it, but Sam was his brother and he didn't care how freakishly weird he was, he would still always be little Sammy. "So if you've got another secret, I'd really prefer it if you just lay it out on the table. Oh, I don't know, say now."
Sam felt his defenses breaking underneath his brothers questioning gaze. He had tried to keep the secret about his dreams for as long as he could, but he knew eventually Dean would find out. Dean always found out.
Sam sighed. It was about Dorian after all. It was only fair that he told Dean. "I've had a bad feeling all night."
"What about Marissa?" He asked, leaning forward onto the table. "Don't worry about it. Missouri will call back soon and tell us how to kill the bastard." He knew his brother was a worry fanatic, but he didn't usually stare off into space about it.
"No, that's not it," Sam said, throwing his cards down. "I've had a bad feeling about leaving Dorian alone tonight."
"I wasn't too keen on the idea of leaving her alone either," Dean said, shrugging. "I mean with her being sick and all..."
"It's not that," Sam cut him off. He sighed and paused trying to find a way to describe what he felt to his brother. That was not something they were used to doing. He opened his mouth to tell Dean, but his phone rang. He pulled it out of his pocket and flipped it open. "Hello?"
Dorian woke when she felt a weight on the edge of the bed. She looked over her shoulder and saw Sam sitting there. She crinkled her eyebrows together. "Sam?"
"Hey Dorian," He smiled.
She pushed herself up and leaned against the headboard. "What are you doing here?" She yawned and coughed at the same time. "I told you and Dean to stay at Ray's tonight."
Sam shrugged. "We were worried. Dean sent me to check on you and see how you were feeling."
Dorian rolled her eyes at how overprotective Dean could be. "I'm fine. I told you guys I'm not dying. I'm just sick." Sam laughed and Dorian got an uneasy feeling. It wasn't Sam's usual laugh.
"What?" Sam asked when he saw her staring.
Dorian smiled and shook her head. "Nothing, I'm just tired still." She didn't want to give anything away. "Go back to Ray's and tell Dean I'm fine. I'm just going to go back to sleep." Sam took her hand, and Dorian felt her eyes widen in surprise.
"I'd rather stay here with you," He said gently. He brought her hand up to his lips and gently kissed her fingers.
Dorian's feeling of unease was growing. Sam was acting really, really, strange. Dorian pulled her hand away from him. "Uh, Sam, what are you doing?"
He shrugged. "Just acting out, how I'm feeling."
She raised an eyebrow. "And how exactly is that?"
"Sam, it's Missouri."
Sam looked at Dean. "Hey Missouri. What did you find out?" His heart beat picked up a bit in anticipation of what Missouri was going to tell him.
"Well, I talked to a friend whose dealt in this kind of thing before. The only way he knows to kill an incubus is by beheading it."
Sam scoffed. "We have to cut this thing's head off?"
Dean raised an eyebrow. That was definitely new. They had done plenty of burning bones, exorcisms, banishings, but never a beheading. This was definitely a new twist for them.
"I'm afraid so," Missouri said. "It won't be pretty, but it will be effective."
"Ask her about it's victims," Dean said.
Sam nodded. "Missouri, do you know how an incubus chooses it's victims?"
"Well, usually the incubus goes for strong women. Someone who's independent, strong willed, or has a survived a tragedy. Women like that."
Sam looked over at Ray. Marissa's ex boyfriend had recently died. That was definitely a tragedy. Sam just got a sinking feeling. "What about women who have supernatural powers?" Dean raised an eyebrow. "Like say a witch."
"Witch's are a definite target for an incubus. More so than regular people," Missouri explained. "Although the powers of an incubus aren't as successful on a witch. A witch can usually break through the paralysis if she knows what she's doing. She can also generally tell if he's pretending to be someone she cares about, but like I said that's if she knows what she's doing."
Sam swallowed the lump of fear in his throat. "And if she doesn't?" He caught Dean's eye.
"Well, sometimes her instincts will take over and she'll be able to get out of the situation, other times she just becomes the victim." She paused for a moment. "Why do you ask?"
Sam looked out the window. It was full dark. "I'll explain later. I gotta go." He hung up the phone and looked at Dean. "We need to get to Dorian, now."
"What? Why?" Dean asked worriedly.
Sam ignored him and looked over at Ray who had walked back into the living room at some point. "Ray, make sure you stay with Marissa. We'll be back as soon as we can."
"Sam," Dean called, running after him out the door. His brother said Dorian was in trouble and that was enough for him, but Dean hated being left in the dark. Dean jumped in the car and started the engine. "What the hell is going on?" He pealed out of the driveway as soon as Sam slammed the door.
"I've had this nagging feeling about Dorian since we left," Sam said worriedly. "Like something was wrong."
"Okay, care to elaborate?" Dean asked sarcastically. He hated that his brother could never be straight. He always gave an answer in pieces.
"I thought the feeling was just cause she was sick and I was being overly worried," Sam said quickly. "But you heard me ask Missouri on the phone about a witch being an incubus's victim?" Dean nodded and Sam told him what she said.
Dean's heart jumped into his throat. He punched the gas and raced to the motel. If Missouri was right that meant that Marissa was protected, but Dorian wasn't. The incubus might not be after her, but then again it might.
Dorian looked into Sam's eyes, waiting for his response. He had told her about Jess, about how he had been madly in love with her and how he couldn't see himself with anyone else for a long, long time. Especially not until they found whatever the thing was that was killing off the people he loved.
"Come on, Dorian," Sam said. "You must know how I feel about you."
Dorian shook her head. "No, really I don't," She said sarcastically. This was really sincerely starting to weird her out. Sam leaned in to kiss her, and she jerked back so fast she hit slammed her head into the headboard. "What are you doing?" She asked ignoring the pain that spread across the back of her skull.
"Come on, Dorian." He said, still leaning into her. "Just go with it."
Dorian rolled out of the way so fast she got tangled in the sheets and fell onto the floor. "Ow!" She pulled her self out of the sheets and angrily stood up, glaring at Sam. "I don't know if there's something in the water here or what, but you're acting really strange! What is your problem?" Sam stood up and put his hands in his pockets. He looked down and started to chuckle. "Sam?" She was getting nervous.
"You should have just gone along with it, Dorian." He looked up, still laughing, only his eyes weren't blue green anymore. They were swirling silver. "It would have been so much easier on you."
Realizing that this thing wasn't Sam, Dorian raced for the door. She grabbed the knob, but evil Sam got to her before she could open it. Dorian fought against him and screamed. Evil Sam slapped her across the face and threw her on the bed. She tried to get up, but her limbs wouldn't respond. Neither would her mouth.
Dorian couldn't move, she couldn't speak, but her heart still worked. It pounded harder and faster with every step evil Sam took towards her.
Dean was going way faster than the speed limit would allow. He just prayed a cop didn't show up behind them, because he wasn't stopping and he really didn't feel like going back to jail. His heart was pounding as he blew through a red light.
"Come on, come on," Sam said, to himself. He felt guilty. He knew he should listen to his feelings more, especially after what happened to Jessica, but they had always been dreams. He had never had a gut feeling like this before. Instincts were more of Dean's things. Weird, freaky, visions were Sam's, and he tried his damnedest to ignore it.
Only he couldn't anymore. His nightmares about Jenny had proved that. If he had chosen to ignore the dream, Jenny and her kids would be dead. He should have trusted his gut. Especially when the feeling kept getting worse. Now he just prayed they made it in time.
AN: Well you know how Dean had the shapeshifter look like him? I only thought it fair that Sammy get to have the experience of some evil bastard looking like him. Please Review!