AN: I'm glad you guys liked the last chapter. Here's the next, and though it seems kind of finalized, there is still one more chapter after this one. So I hope you enjoy.

Dorian pushed against her immobile limbs, willing them to do something anything. She promised herself after her father died that she wouldn't be a victim anymore. She wouldn't just let someone hurt her and walk away. She was not going to just lie there helpless and let that thing rape and murder her. Especially with Sam's face.

Evil Sam sat down on the bed next to her. "I see the fire in your eyes," He said caressing her cheek. Dorian wanted to jerk away from the slimy feel of it's hand, but couldn't. "This will be a lot easier for you if you just sit back and relax." He smiled at her. "Oh you have something to say?" He caressed his hands over her lips.

The first thing Dorian did was cough. At this moment she sincerely hated the fact that she was sick. When she it subsided she said, "Get away from me." Her words were low and angry. She wasn't going to just let this thing have her. She was going to fight back. She just had to figure out how. More than anything she wished that either Dean or the real Sam were there. She wished she had let one of them stay with her, but she couldn't dwell on that right now. She had to figure a way out of this.

"I can't do that," He said, stroking her hair. "You have so much..." He shuddered. "...Power in you. I need that power."

"What you need is to get out of here," She spat angrily. "Any minute now the real Sam and his brother are going to get here, and when they do they're going to kill you." It was a bluff, a total bluff, she knew that. Dean and Sam were at Marissa and Rays waiting for the thing over there, but if Evil Sam bought it, well, she had to try.

He laughed. "You already told me that you weren't expecting them remember?" Dorian's heart sank. "You told them not to worry about you and more than likely they won't." He traced his fingers down her arm. "You are beautiful. Beauty and power, that's the perfect mixture in a woman."

Dorian had never felt so helpless in her life, but she still wasn't going to give up. She was a witch, right? There had to be something she could do. She had used her powers once or twice in the last few months. She just had to concentrate.

Dorian closed her eyes. Evil Sam said something, but she blocked it out. She blocked out the his touch and the trails of dirt it felt like it was leaving on her skin. She blocked out everything around her and pulled on that energy she knew flowed inside of her.

A hard slap and a stinging face, brought Dorian back to reality. "Don't do that!" Evil Sam yelled. "You don't think I know what you were doing!" He sighed. "I tried to be nice about it, but you're just not cooperating." He leaned over and shoved his mouth roughly against hers.

Dorian screamed against him and pulled at her limbs. She felt something sear through her body and then, she could move again. She reached back and punched Evil Sam in the face. He tore his face from hers. Dorian tried to roll off the other side of the bed, but Evil Sam grabbed her and pulled her back.

"I've had enough of you witch," He seethed. He squeezed her upper arms so hard it made her cry out.

Dorian had broken through his spell, she wasn't about to let him win now. She elbowed him in his chest and pulled away, scrambling off the other side of the bed. She landed on her stomach with a thud, but quickly pulled herself up.

Evil Sam ran up and grabbed her around the waist. She kicked him in the shin and he let out something to the equivalent of a growl, but he didn't let go. Evil Sam lifted Dorian and threw her. She landed on the table with such force that it broke beneath her weight.

Dorian's body felt like it was going to explode. She was face down half on the carpet, half on the splintered table that lay beneath her. All the wind had been knocked from her lungs and stars danced before her eyes. She felt warm blood running down her forehead. Dorian tried to push herself up, but the only result she got was falling back onto her stomach.

"I told you to just relax," Evil Sam said. He knelt down beside her. He grabbed her hair and jerked her head back, causing her to cry out in pain. "I was going to be gentle, but now you've pissed me off."

Dean and Sam busted through the door. Sam had the shotgun and Dean an axe. Dorian was lying on the floor with pieces of a broken table all around her. Evil Sam looked up, his grip still on Dorian's hair. Dean felt rage coarse through his body at Dorian's appearance. It only fueled the fire that the incubus had taken the appearance of his brother.

Without hesitation they raced towards them, but the incubus quickly pulled Dorian up off the ground and had her in a headlock, causing them to stop in their tracks.

Dorian weakly brought her hands up to his arms in an attempt to give herself more air, but it was useless. All she could do was stare at Dean and the real Sam helplessly.

Sam raised the shotgun towards the incubus. "Let her go." He felt strange pointing a gun at something that looked exactly like him. Now he knew how Dean must have felt when he took out the shape shifter. It was a little unnerving, but right now, he needed to help Dorian.

Dorian tried to cough with what little air was going through her trachea, but only succeeded in helping the incubus choke her. She silently pleaded to Dean and Sam with her eyes to help her.

"Now, now," Evil Sam said. "Why would I do that." He buried his face in Dorian's hair. "She has so much power."

"You're not going to get anything from her," Dean hissed angrily. "Let her go." They were at a stand off. Sam couldn't shoot the incubus without hitting Dorian and Dean sure as hell couldn't swing the axe.

Then he caught Dorian's eye. She had been frightened a minute ago, but he knew that look. She was about to do something, something that could be detrimental to her health. He shook his head slightly, but Dorian winked at him.

Dean watched as Dorian's body went limp, causing the incubus to either let her go, or fall over with her. He let her go. Dorian fell onto the floor and covered her head with her hands. Sam immediately raised the shotgun and shot the incubus square in the chest.

The incubus stumbled backwards into the wall and Dean moved in. He lifted his axe, but the incubus was quick. He moved out of the way so that Dean only dragged the axe down its arm.

Dorian half stumbled, half dragged herself out of harms way, pressing herself up against the wall. That was hell in itself. Her whole body protested every movement, but she didn't want to compromise the situation and maybe have the incubus grab her again.

Sam walked over and stood in front of Dorian while Dean battled with the incubus. He watched as it punched Dean, causing Dean to stumble against the wall. The incubus took started to run, but Sam raised the shotgun and shot his evil twin in the back. The force was enough to cause the incubus to fly forward.

Dean recovered and quickly moved towards the incubus. It started to push itself up, but Dean kicked it back to the floor. "Stay down you son of bitch." He spat. He was disgusted with this thing, pissed off it had gone after Dorian, and enraged that it had taken his brothers face. Before the incubus could even get to his hands, Dean raised the axe and brought it down, severing the incubus's head in one clean stroke. He watched in satisfaction as the incubus's body morphed and molded from Sam's identity into a rotting corpse, and then into ash.

Fear passed through Dorian for a moment as Sam kneeled next to her. Her head was fuzzy and she wasn't thinking clearly. Then she saw the concern in those blue green eyes and realized that this was the real Sam.

"Dorian?" Sam asked, nervously. He wasn't sure how she'd react to him, and he didn't want to scare her anymore than she had been. She coughed a few times, clutching her chest as she did so. Then she looked up at him and smiled. Sam felt a weight lift off his shoulders as Dorian took his hand.

"It's dead right?" She asked in a rough voice. Between her already sore throat and that thing choking her, Dorian's throat was torn to hell. She had no doubt there was going to be large purple bruise across her throat in the morning.

Dean squatted beside them. "Yeah, it's dead." He looked at the bruise on her cheek and the blood dripping down her face and he was glad that he had been the one to cut that bastards head off. "You look like hell."

Dorian rolled her eyes. "Sorry we can't all be as pretty as you are." She coughed and pain shot through her ribs.

"Come on," Sam said, standing up. "We need to get you cleaned up." He and Dean leaned over and eased Dorian up as gently as they could.

Despite how gentle they were being Dorian still cried out in pain. Her body protested and screamed at every movement she made. Sirens could be heard in the distance, as there was no doubt someone called the cops from the sound of gunshots.

Dean grabbed the axe and the shotgun, quickly taking them out and putting them in the trunk of his car. He had a permit for his side arm, but he'd a have a hard time explaining about an axe and shotgun full of salt rock. It was bad enough they were going to have to deal with the cops, but Dean was sort of grateful because that meant they'd have an ambulance out here to check Dorian over.

By the time the cops got there they had there story in order. They wanted to question them separately, so Dorian was questioned while she was being checked over by the EMT's, while Dean and Sam each got pulled a few feet apart from each other.

The EMT's had confirmed that Dorian had no broken bones. Her ribs would be bruised for a week or two and the cut on her head didn't require stitches, only a few butterfly bandages. Other than that she had a few bruises and she'd be a little stiff, but she'd survive. They had had still wanted to take her to the hospital, but Dorian had politely and firmly declined.

Sam saw Dorian getting out of the ambulance and walked over to her. The police had finished questioning him, but they were still talking to Dean, probably because of his gun. He smiled as he approached her. "How are you feeling?"

She smiled back at him. "I'll be fine. It might take a while, but I'll be fine." She coughed and wrapped an arm around her bruised rib. "If the coughing doesn't kill me." She saw Sam try to smile at her bad sense of humor, but it wasn't very convincing. "Sam?"

He looked away and took a deep breath. Sam didn't know what to say to her. What do you say to someone who was almost raped by a thing with your face? Guilt welled up inside of him. He should have learned his lesson with Jessica, but he was so determined not to be a freak of nature that he had ignored his feelings yet again.

Seeing the pain that Sam seemed to be holding Dorian took his hand. "Sam, look at me." When he brought his gaze up there were unshed tears in his eyes. "I know that thing wasn't you. You didn't do anything, and nothings changed between us, okay?"

Sam shook his head. "You don't understand. I had a feeling all night that something was wrong. If I would have listened to it sooner..."

"You never would have killed the incubus," Dorian cut him off. Granted she could have done without the beating she took. She had to admit it was a little unnerving that the incubus had taken Sam's face, but Sam already had enough pain in his life. She wasn't going to add to it. "The point is you got there in time." She coughed, cringing as the muscles around her ribs spasmed. "You and Dean saved my life. You have nothing, I repeat, nothing to feel bad about." She leaned in and wrapped her arms around him.

Sam stood there stunned for a moment. He had expected Dorian to be mad, or scared, but definitely not to hug him. She wasn't upset with him at all and Sam felt a weight lift off his chest. He was scared things were going to be different, but he was happy he was wrong. He swallowed the lump in his throat and gently returned her embrace.

"Everything okay?" Dean asked walking up to them. The police had finally finished questioning him and he had seen Sam talking to Dorian and looking upset. He knew how Sam felt about that thing taking his face. It was the same way Dean had felt with the shape shifter.

Dean had hated the way Rebecca looked at him after that. She knew it hadn't been Dean. She had seen Dean kill the shape shifter, but that didn't change the fact that they had the same face. It's hard to look at someone with the same face as your attacker.

Dorian pulled away from Sam and smiled. "Yeah, everything's fine."

"Good," Dean said, He wasn't sure he believed her, but the relief on Sam's face was enough for him. He'd talk to Dorian about it later, when they were alone. "The motel manager gave us our money back. I think he's a tad bit worried about us suing." He smiled sardonically.

Dorian shook her head. "I wonder where he would have gotten that idea?" Dean was a con artist. He had a way with words when it came to money. Not that she could blame him. Hunting evil wasn't exactly a good paying job.

After everyone cleared out the trio grabbed their things and decided to head out. Dean called Ray from the road and let him know he didn't have to worry about the incubus anymore. Ray thanked them for everything they had done and Dean hung up with him, grateful that this job was over.

Dean looked in the rear view mirror and saw Dorian shift uneasily. He knew she was in pain and he was pretty tired himself. "What do you guys say we grab a motel on the beach?" He looked over at Sam. "We can head out of the state in the morning."

"I've always wanted to go to the beach," Dorian said tiredly. "But anything with a bed is fine by me." The stiffness was already starting to set in and the last thing she wanted to do was be scrunched up in a car. She knew that was only going to make things worse.

"I'm in," Sam agreed. He was tired, emotionally and physically. All he wanted to do was crash and forget this night ever happened.

Dorian looked at her watch and then dropped her arm. It was almost sunrise. She was tired, but she didn't know the next time they'd be able to sit on the coast during sunrise. "Hey, why don't we watch the sunrise?"

Dean shrugged. "Why not?" He wasn't into things like that, but if it would make Dorian happy, he'd do it for her.

Sam nodded. "Sounds good." Truth be told he could use a some light to warm him up. Sometimes blankets just didn't get rid of the cold that touched you from this job.

When they got to the beach Dean helped Dorian out of the back seat. Her body screamed at her not to move, but she pushed herself anyways. She knew the less active she was the worse the pain was going to get. Once out of the back seat she leaned against Dean breathlessly.

"Are you sure you're still up for this?" Dean asked worriedly. He saw the tight line of Dorian's jaw and the slight furrow in her brow. Dorian had grown up accustomed to hiding her pain and she still did so now, but Dean had memorized her looks and he knew when she was hurting.

Dorian nodded. "Yeah, I've never seen a sunrise before." She coughed a little and Dean kept his arm around her. It didn't help the pain, but his touch was comforting.

The three walked down to the sand. Dean and Sam helped ease Dorian into a sitting position. Dean sat behind her and gently wrapped his arms around her. Dorian leaned into his embrace and sighed. "Comfortable?" She nodded.

Dorian looked over and saw Sam sitting to the side by himself. He seemed so lonely. She reached over and took his hand, squeezing it reassuringly. Sam looked over and smiled at her.

"Sun's coming up," Dean said gesturing with his head.

Dorian brought her gaze back to the ocean. The light peaked just over the horizon pushing back the darkness. More colors formed as the sun rose from behind the waters, turning the sky into pinks and golds. The colors mirrored in the water and Dorian could never remember seeing anything so beautiful. "Wow."

Dean smirked. "Not a bad sight."

"Not at all," Sam agreed. "Not at all."

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