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Chapter 3

Missouri sighed. "That girl can be as stubborn as a mule, sometimes."

Sam smirked. "You don't have to tell us, that." They had worked with Dorian for several months before leaving her to train with Missouri. They had seen her persistence and perseverance during several jobs. He frowned as he realized it was showing now more than ever.

"So what do we do?" Dean asked, stealing glances at Dorian. She was still unconscious, but they all knew that this thing could choose to surface any second. Why it hadn't was anyone's guess. Not that they were complaining or anything.

"Well, there is a way," Missouri said. "But regardless Dorian would have to open the circle for us to do it."

"What?" Dean asked, wishing Missouri would just cut to the chase. The demon inside of Dorian promised to hurt her if they couldn't convince her to open the circle. Their time was long up, and so far nothing. Again, no one knew why, but they definitely weren't complaining.

"As soon as Dorian opens the circle we could bind her powers," Missouri said. "I don't know how well it would work while she's possessed. I've never tried it with something like this."

"Would it be permanent?" Sam asked. He didn't like the idea of taking Dorian's newly found powers away from her, even though he didn't know what they were.

Missouri shook her head. "No, not at all. It's an easily reversed process, but even if it works, the demon will still have its powers."

"And it's strong as hell," Trevor said, from the couch. He and Vicky had been sitting there watching the whole scenario. He was stronger than he had been an hour ago, and he was thinking clearly. Well at least as clearly as possible under the circumstances.

He quickly stood up and began pacing. "How is any of this possible?" He ran a hair through his already messed hair. "This shouldn't be happening! This can't be happening! This stuff is supposed to be fake and yet it's happening, and it's happening to me!"

"Yo," Dean yelled angrily. "This is happening and if you can't deal with it then leave!" He couldn't believe this guy was worrying about himself, when Dorian was lying in the middle of the floor with a demon in her.

"This is my house!" Trevor yelled. "I'll freak out in my own house if I damn well please!"

Dorian moaned and writhed in pain, but didn't regain consciousness. Dean remembered how this thing could feed off anger, and quickly put himself in check. Dean walked around the circle and got into Trevor's face. "You wouldn't even be alive right now if it wasn't for Dorian," He said quietly, but calmly. "She pulled that thing out of you and put it in herself to keep you and everyone else around you safe because of what you and your idiotic friends did!" Trevor averted his gaze. "Now either calm down, or get the hell out because your not helping anyone!"

Trevor nodded. "I'm sorry. You're right." He looked over at Dorian. She was drenched in sweat, head to toe, her face was flushed, and scrunched in pain. She was suffering because of him. He shook his head. "I need some air."

Dorian walked through the dark void that surrounded her. She couldn't see anything. There was nothing in any direction and she was shivering from the cold. She didn't know where she was, but she didn't like it at all.

She jumped when she heard a noise behind her and whirled around. "Who's there?" She asked, nervously. "Sam? Dean?"

"They're not here," A series of voices chorused through the darkness. It was chilling, and horrifying, like a choir of children screaming in terror. "They left you remember. They didn't want you anymore."

"No! That's not true! They just wanted me to learn to control my powers."

"They were afraid of you! They know you're responsible for the death's in Ruddington!"

"NO!" Dorian screamed, her heart pounding fiercely now. Guilt and despair drifted it's way up from the pit of her stomach. It was so thick she gagged on it. "I didn't mean for anyone to get killed!" She felt tears rolling down her cheeks.

"The townspeople knew you were evil," It said. "That's why they were going to burn you!"

"I'm not evil!"

"Open the circle, Dorian. Open it and let me help you."

Dorian shook her head. She knew it was just the demon trying to manipulate her and she couldn't let it do that. She couldn't let it get out and possibly hurt Dean and Sam. "No, I don't need help from you!"

"Have it your way!"

The world swirled around Dorian and suddenly she was standing in a room with blue stripes and a four poster bed with sheets that matched the wall. Dorian's heart leaped into her throat as she realized where she was.

The bedroom door opened and Marion came waltzing through, humming something to herself. She turned on her stereo and flopped onto her bed. She grabbed a magazine from the night stand and began flipping through it.

Dorian walked around the bed, gazing upon her friend as though she was the most beautiful person in the world. She watched as Marion tucked a strand of chestnut hair behind her ear. Saw the way her brown eyes scanned the pages of the magazines and how Marion scrunched her nose up in distaste every time she saw something she didn't like.

Dorian imagined she were lying on the bed next to Marion the way they had often done. Laughing at the hideous fashion designs some people were willing to pay millions for. She missed Marion. She had been her only friend from Ruddington. The only one who would bandage her wounds after her father had beaten her. Everyone else said she had deserved it, but Marion always defended her, had gotten into fights over her.

Marion twisted her head around, and Dorian followed her gaze. There, at the end of Marion's bed, stood Alexus, Dorian's mother.

"No," Dorian said, walking between them. "You can't have her!"

"Wh..How...you're Dorian's mother," Marion stuttered, slinking off the bed. "You're supposed to be dead!"

Alexus smiled, and walked towards Marion. Dorian tried to step in her way, but Alexus walked right through her. Dorian turned and tried to grab her, but it felt like her hand went through a cloud.

Dorian watched in helpless horror as her mother walked over to Marion. She watched as Marion pushed herself up against the wall in terror. Her friend opened her mouth to scream, but only a small squeak came out.

"No!" Dorian screamed, as her mother brought a hand up to Marion's face. "Please no!"

Marion screamed as her flesh began to burn. Dorian watched with a look of abhorrer on her face as Marion's skin began to turn red and blister. She wanted to look away, but she knew she couldn't. Marion had died from this and Dorian couldn't dishonor her memory be being cowardly and turning away.

It took only a matter of second for Marion's body to become engulfed in flames and reduce itself to bone, ash, and cinders. Alexus dissipated and Dorian felt fresh tears streaming down her face . Marion's bedroom door opened. Dorian looked over to see Marion's father standing in the door way, a mixture of pain and shock sweeping over his features.

"No," He whispered running over to his daughter. He tried to grab hold of her, but what remained of Marion's was too hot.

Dorian's heart broke as she watched Sheriff Cochran mourn his daughter. It was her fault. Maybe not directly, but she had been the one who conjured her Alexus's spirit. It was her fault.

Dorian jerked up, her heart pounding, her breath ragged. She knew the demon was trying to mess with her head. She knew that's all it was, but she also knew it was right.

"Dorian?" Dean asked, worriedly. She had been stirring in her sleep and jerked up suddenly. He didn't know if it was Dorian or the demon.

"D..Dean?" She stuttered. She was shaking so hard her teeth were chattering.

Trevor and Missouri had gone back to her house to get the supplies to bind Dorian's powers so Dean looked up at Sam for assurance. His brother nodded, indicating it was Dorian. He brought his gaze back to her. "Yeah, it's me. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine."

"Dorian, you need to open the circle. This thing is already taking it's toll on you. We have an idea. Just open the circle and we..."

"No," Dorian said quickly. "No, I can't do that."

Dean felt anger boiling in the pit of his stomach. He took a deep breath and pushed it aside, not wanting to feed anything else into this demon. "Why not?"

"It...I..." Dorian sighed. She was so tired. All she wanted to do was sleep, but she knew if she fell asleep that thing would try to mess with her head again. She drew her knee's up to her chest and rested her head on top of them.

"What is it?" Dean asked. She shook her head. "Come on Dorian. I can tell somethings bother you. I mean besides the whole demon inhabiting your body thing."

She squeezed her eyes shut and then gazed at Dean with piercing green eyes. "It wants me to open the circle. It showed me things."

"What? What did it show you?"

"Marion."

Dean didn't need to be a psychic to know what exactly about Marion this thing showed Dorian. "That wasn't your fault."

She smiled sadly. "I kept telling myself that, wanting to believe it." A tear slid down her cheek. "I wanted to believe it so bad, but it's not true. It was my fault."

Sam came over and knelt down beside them. "No, it wasn't," He said gently. "How many times have you told me that Jess's death wasn't my fault?" That didn't mean he believed it. At least not totally. He was starting to except what had happened, he just hadn't come to full terms with it yet.

"That wasn't your fault," She said weakly. "I conjured my mothers spirit. She killed people because I called her. If I had just laid her to rest properly, none of it would have happened."

"You don't know that," Sam said. "Angry spirits come back all the time. You couldn't control that anymore than I could control..." He trailed off. They hadn't told Dorian what had happened with the asylum either. He wasn't sure now was the time.

Dorian may have been weak, but she wasn't stupid. She knew Sam was hiding something from her. "Could control what, Sam?"

"Jessica's death," He said quickly. It was the quickest thing he could think of to cover his story, but from the look on Dorian's face, he knew she wasn't buying it.

"Stop lying to me," She said angrily. She felt something stir in her stomach and closed her eyes, pushing away the slight flair of pain that came with it. She calmed herself down and said, "Tell me."

Sam looked to Dean and his brother nodded at him. He gazed back at Dorian. "I, uh...shot Dean."

Dorian's eyes flew open and her head shot up. "You what?"

"It was with salt rock," Sam quickly explained. "Remember that asylum we told you about?" She nodded. "Well the good old doctor did something to me. He made me seriously angry with Dean."

"Yeah so angry, Sam wanted to kill me," Dean added. He tried to throw humor into it, but it was half hearted. Dean hadn't quite come to terms with that.

Dorian looked back and forth between the two of them and then her sights settled on Sam. "You shot him with salt rock?"

Sam nodded somberly. "And I tried to shoot him with a pistol, but uh...luckily Dean took the bullets out before he gave it to me."

Dorian's gaze shot back to Dean, eyes wide in horror. "You gave him a gun when he was trying to kill you!"

Dean shrugged. "It was empty and I needed a way to distract him." His voice was nonchalant, as though it had been nothing.

Dorian shook her head. "I can't believe you guys didn't tell me any of this!"

"You were concentrating on other things," Dean said, just as nonchalantly. "We didn't want to worry you."

She laughed bitterly and rolled her eyes. "Yeah, right. You just didn't care to tell me. Out of sight out of mind isn't that right?" She felt the swirling in her stomach again, but she didn't care. "It's not that you didn't want to worry me! It's that you didn't care to tell me!"

"That's not true!" Dean said, sternly. He couldn't believe Dorian actually thought that.

"Don't lie!" She shouted, tears streaming steadily down her face. The pain seared through out her body, and she cried out falling to her side.

"We're not lying," Sam said, worriedly. "You have to stop being angry. You're only feeding this thing."

"Go to hell!"

Vicky, watching all of this happen, now knew why Dorian had been acting strange about them coming to town. She thought they didn't care about her. She got off the couch and quickly went over to her friend. "Dorian, look at me."

"Vicky," Dean said warningly. It's not that he didn't like Vicky. He didn't know her, but she needed to stay out of this.

"Shut up, Dean," She said glaring over at him. "Dorian, look at me!"

Dorian rolled her head to the other side and looked over at her friend. "Vicky, get out of here. You need to get out of here." Her voice was tired, weak. She heard it, but she didn't care. She had to get her friend out of there.

Vicky shook her head. "No, I'm not going to leave you."

"You have too. Before something bad happens to you."

"What would you do if our places were reversed?" Vicky asked.

Dorian shook her head. "It doesn't matter."

"What would you do?" She asked more sternly this time.

"I'd help you, of course," She replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Just like I helped Trevor."

"And would you just walk out on me?"

"No."

Vicky nodded and then laid down on her side facing Dorian. She rested her head on her hand. "And I'm not going to leave you either, but if this thing is feeding off anger, than you need to stay calm, okay?"

Dorian smiled sadly and nodded. She was grateful that Vicky was there. Grateful she wasn't walking out on her, but she knew it was putting her in danger. Serious danger that she didn't want Vicky to be in. Still, Dorian knew she could talk until her tongue fell out and Vicky wouldn't budge. Better not to waste what little energy she had left.

Vicky sighed. "Dorian, I know that you don't want to hear this..."

"Then don't say it," She drawled.

Vicky smirked and opened her mouth, but Dorian screamed in pain before any words left Vicky's tongue. Vicky sat up quickly, watching as Dorian clutched her stomach. "Dorian?"

Dorian gently lifted the front of her shirt to reveal three long, deep, claw marks, bleeding profusely from her stomach.

"Oh my god," Vicky said in a terrified voice. "Where in the hell did that come from?"

"The demon," Dean said, still kneeling on the other side of the circle. They couldn't wait for Missouri anymore. "Dorian, listen to me. This is only going to get worse. You have to open the circle and let us help you!"

"I don't know if I have the energy," Dorian whimpered. She felt something slice across the side of her face and she screamed out in pain. Something warm ooze down the side of her face.

"Dorian you have too," Vicky pleaded. "Look, I know you don't want to hear this, but Dean and Sam. They seem to genuinely care about you. They may have left you here before, but they're here now and they care about you! Please, listen to them and open the the circle!"

Dorian shook her head. "I can't. I'm weak, but the demon isn't. The second I open this circle it's going to go after you all. I can't let it go after you." She looked over at Dean and Sam. "I can't let it hurt you." She sighed. "I'm sorry."

"Dorian, please," Sam said, looking at her with sorrow filled eyes. The wounds were bad. She wouldn't bleed to death from them, but he didn't want to see her get hurt any worse than she already was. "Trust us to handle this."

A tear slid down Dorian's cheek and she squeezed her eyes shut. "I did trust you. I trusted both of you." She opened her eyes and looked back and forth between the two. "I trusted you two as much as I trusted Marion, and you left me behind. I know I wouldn't have learned half of what I know now if you didn't and I know you thought it was right, but for me..." She trailed off, eyes half closing.

"Dorian!" Dean yelled. "Dorian wake up!"

Her eyes shot back open and they were staring into red eyes. The demon laughed and stood up just as gracefully as it had the first time. "It seems you haven't held up your end of the bargain. Now it's my turn."

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