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Chapter 2

"Dorian!" Dean shouted as he ran into Trevor's house. Sam, Missouri, and Vicky followed behind him. Dean ran through the hallway and towards the living room, heart pounding as he realized he didn't hear any noise.

He skidded to a halt as he saw Dorian and a guy who he assumed to be Trevor, lying unconscious on the floor. "Dorian!" He said worriedly, rushing to her side.

"Dean wait!" Missouri yelled, but it was too late. Dean ran into an invisible wall so hard, he bounced backwards, but managed to keep his footing.

"What the hell?" Dean asked. He had never seen anything like that before. He held up his hands and gently touched the barrier.

"She cast a circle," Missouri said, walking over to them.

"I know you're not supposed to pass over a witches circle," Dean said, looking up at her. "But I've never encountered a circle I couldn't cross over. He and Sam had come across practicing witches before and they had seen them cast circles, but it was normally just a little chalk drawing that was supposed to keep evil things out. He had never seen anything quite like this.

"Dorian is a true witch, not a Wiccan," She explained. "Her circles are true protection barriers keeping whatever's in, in, and whatever's out, out.

"Well then how do we get to her?" Sam asked, walking over to Trevor. He put his hands out, making sure there was nothing standing between him and the younger man.

"Dorian closed the circle," Missouri sighed. "She's the only one who can open it."

Sam felt for a pulse on Trevor and sighed in relief when he found one. The brunette jerked from Sam's touch. "It's okay! We're friends of Dorian's."

"What..." He trailed off.

Vicky came over and knelt beside him. "Trevor is that really you?"

He nodded. He was tired and weak. "There was this...thing in me." He looked up at Vicky, brown eyes wide with fear. "I, it..."

"It's okay," Sam said again. "Vicky, get him out of here."

Vicky nodded and started to help Trevor up. She didn't know what was going on, but this was all just a little too weird for her. Of course that didn't mean she wasn't coming back. Dorian was her friend. She wanted to make sure she was all right, but she knew Sam was right. They needed to get Trevor out of there.

Trevor looked over and saw Dorian lying unconscious on the floor. "Did I...I mean that thing...Did it..."

"No," Sam said quickly, glancing over at Dorian. "No, it wasn't you."

"What happened?" Trevor asked, his voice shaking as he leaned on Vicky for support.

"Don't worry about it right now," Sam said. He didn't have time for this. He and Dean needed to help Dorian. "Right now you guys need to get out of here."

"Now way," Trevor argued. "I can't leave her like this!"

Sam sighed. "Whatever, just stay out of the way!" He wasn't exactly mad at the guy, but in a way he was. If it hadn't been for this kid and his friends playing with a Ouija board none of this would be happening. He left Vicky and Trevor and walked over and knelt beside Dean.

"Dorian," Dean said, worriedly. He needed for her to wake up. They had to open the circle and get her out of there. "Dorian, please, wake up."

She started to stir, and Sam said, "Come on, Dorian. That's it open your eyes."

Dorian moaned and her eyes fluttered open. Her hair was matted to her face from sweat. She pushed herself up to her elbows and looked over. "Sam? Dean?"

"Yeah it's us," Dean said, relief in his voice. She was awake that was a start. "Listen we need you to open the circle."

"She can't," Missouri said walking over to them. She glared down at Dorian.

Dean looked up at her, confusion crossing his face. "What the hell are you talking about? You said Dorian's the only one who can open the damn thing!"

"She is," Missouri said, crossing her arms over her chest.

"But that's not Dorian," Sam said cutting her off. He felt the energy difference now. "It's the demon inside of her."

Dean looked back to Dorian and watched as her lip turned up in a snarl and her eyes transformed from green to a fiery red. Missouri and Sam had been right. It wasn't Dorian and apparently it was a demon.

"What is this, psychic central?" It asked using a new voice. It was deep and awing and so not Dorian. "First a witch and now you two?"

Missouri shrugged. "Well I guess you just picked the wrong town to possess someone in."

It hissed at her and then stood up quickly and gracefully. Seeing Dorian's body move like that unnerved Dean. Dorian was never that graceful. If she had tried to do something like that she probably would have broken something.

"I'm going to convince this witch to let me out of this prison," It seethed. "And when I do I'm going to kill every person in this house, slowly and painfully."

Sam laughed. "You'll never convince Dorian to open the circle."

It set it's fiery eyes on Dean. "Then she'll die."

Dean put his hands in his pockets and rocked on his feet. "Yeah, but if she dies, you go back to wherever it is you came from and you can't come out and play again until some other idiot plays with a Ouija Board." He smiled his cocky, knowing smile because he knew they had this thing cornered.

"It won't take long," It said, crossing it's arms over it's chest. "Besides the wait will be worth the witches death, but regardless of the inevitable, I have ways of convincing her to let me out."

"Uh huh," Dean said, still smiling. "I have a better idea. Let us talk to her."

It smiled lazily at him and Dean cringed internally. He was looking at Dorian, but he wasn't and it angered him to know that something was manipulating and violating her body.

"Why would I do that?" It asked, the smile still smeared across it's face. "My methods are so much more...amusing."

"Dorian has a high tolerance for pain," Sam said, trying to sound casual. He didn't like the fact that this thing was threatening to hurt Dorian, but they had to play the game and acting nervous or upset was not part of it.

"What's your point?" It asked, looking at Sam with bored amusement.

"My point is that we can get her to open the circle a lot faster than you can," Sam said.

"And why do I care about how fast she does it?" It asked.

"Look," Dean said, anger slipping through into his voice. "We don't want Dorian hurt and you want to get out of there. Let us talk to her and we can have both."

It stood there tapping Dorian's index finger against it's chin, mulling over the options. It knew that Sam and Dean would try and exorcise it from the witches body, but it wasn't worried about that. It could wield Dorian's powers to an extent. There was no way they would be able to stop it. Plus it would be better to have the body whole and intact. "Fine. You have ten minutes. If the witch doesn't open the circle then I take matters into my own hands."

"Twenty," Dean said quickly. "Give us twenty minutes."

It waved him off. "Very well."

"All right, now let us talk to her," Dean said. He watched as the red eyes rolled into the back of Dorian's head. Her body sagged to the floor and her head fell forward. A moment later she looked up and Dean was staring into, what he hoped, were Dorian's green eyes. "Is it her?" He asked, not taking his gaze away from her.

"Yes," Missouri said. "It's Dorian."

Dorian was dizzy and her brain was frazzled. She knew that thing was still in her. She could feel it rummaging around and it was unnerving, like an uninvited guest touching places no one else should be allowed to touch. She tried to push the feeling away and looked up, only to see Dean, Sam, and Missouri sitting across from her. She knitted her brow in confusion and said, "Dean? Sam? I thought you guys weren't going to get here until morning."

"We came early," Sam said gently. "We were going to surprise you."

"Oh." She looked up at Missouri. "I bet you're pretty pissed."

Missouri grunted. "That's putting it mildly! Do you know how much danger you've put yourself in?"

"I had no choice!" Dorian snapped. "I had to keep it from getting out!" A searing pain burned in the center of her stomach and then coursed through her body causing her to double over in pain.

"Okay, enough!" Dean shouted, worried that the demon wasn't keeping it's end of the bargain. He could see Dorian was in pain and they needed to get on with things. "Dorian we need you to open the circle."

She shook her head and looked up as the pain began to dull. "I can't. If I do this thing will use my powers and attack you guys."

"As soon as you open the circle counter act the spell," Dean said. "It'll be out of you."

"It doesn't work that way," She said breathlessly. "I can't counter act it. I can invoke a spirit or demon into me, but it either has to leave willingly, which this thing is obviously not going to do or it has to be exorcised out."

Dean sighed and ran a hand through his hair. This whole situation was getting worse by the second. "Then we'll exorcise the damn thing out, but we're not going to let you die in there!"

Dorian looked away. She didn't know what to do. She didn't want to die, but she also knew if she let this thing out that there was a possibility of a group of people she cared about getting hurt. She didn't want that. At least if she died this thing died with her. "I can't take that chance."

Sam didn't understand why Dorian was being so stubborn. They had performed exorcisms before, granted not on a witch, but they could handle this thing. "Dorian..."

"No," She cut him off, glaring over at him. "My powers alone aren't that strong, but if this thing manipulates my powers to it's use..." She sighed. "They'd be stronger. Deathly stronger." She didn't want them to get hurt. Especially not by her hand, whether she was in control of it or not.

Dean growled and stood up. He began pacing back and forth. He knew he shouldn't have left her in Lawrence. He knew something would happen. At least if she was with them he could protect her. He had left her here and...He glared up at Missouri. "You were supposed to protect her from things like this. We left her with you! We trusted you to keep her safe!"

Missouri knew Dean was upset. She didn't blame him, but she'd be damned if she was going to let him pin the blame on her. "Boy, I didn't cause this!"

Dean walked the few steps closing the distance between them. "No, but you could have stopped it! You taught her the spell!"

Sam tuned them out, knowing it would do no good to try and get between them. They could argue all they wanted, but it wasn't helping Dorian. He watched her sitting in the center of the circle. She was sweating profusely, which wasn't uncommon with possessions, she was pale, and breathing heavily. He could tell by the look on her face that she was in pain. He figured the demon was just giving her a very small dose of what it could do.

He knew that the longer that thing manifested inside of Dorian, the harder it was going to be to get out. They only had a few minutes left to convince her to open the circle before the demon started doing things it's own way and Sam didn't want that. He knew it wouldn't be anything he, or anyone else, especially Dorian, liked.

Sam heard Missouri and Dean's argument escalate and watched as Dorian clutched her stomach and cried out in pain. "Dorian?" She ignored her him, falling to her side and curling up in a little ball.

Pain coursed through Dorian with every shout and obscenity Dean and Missouri spat at each other. It bubbled through her limbs, coursed through her veins. It hurt like hell and she felt the thing inside of her getting stronger. "Please, Sam. Make them stop!" Her voice was tight, full of pain.

"I wish I could," Sam said, pain stinging his own voice. He hated to see Dorian like this. She looked smaller than usual. "But we need you to open the circle before we can."

"No," Dorian said, gazing up at him with tear filled eyes. "Stop them!" She nodded towards the still arguing pair.

Sam glanced over at them and then back at Dorian, not quite sure what she meant. Then he remembered before when Missouri had said she was angry with Dorian and the young girl shouted back. She had doubled over in pain then too.

Sam was immediately on his feet, stepping between Missouri and Dean. "Hey, stop!"

"This would never have happened if..." Dean said.

"Stop!" Sam yelled again. He wasn't angry, just trying to get through to them. "Stop arguing!" They both looked up at him. "Listen to me, this is hurting Dorian, literally! Whatever demon is inside of her is feeding off the anger you two are putting out!"

Dean looked over at Dorian and cursed himself for not paying closer attention to her. He was angry that this had happened, but that didn't matter now. He couldn't be angry. He had to keep himself in control. He pushed all of his anger aside and quickly went back to the small girl on the floor. "Dorian?"

She glanced up at him, still lying on her side. "Hey." She said weakly. The pain was subsiding and she could breathe again. Dean looked so worried about her and she hated that she had put that worry there. "I'm..." She swallowed the pain back. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry," Dean said, shaking his head. He couldn't believe that with everything that was going on, she was sorry. "You should be scared, not sorry."

"I can't open the circle," She whispered. "I know it's not what you want to hear, but I won't let this thing hurt you or Sam." She put her hand up to the barrier and Dean met her on the other side. "You guys," She smiled sadly. "You're all I have." Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she passed out.

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