AN: Hey all, thanks for the reviews. Sorry it's taking so long for me to get the chapters up, but between the holidays and my working 40hrs a week, it's a little difficult. Anyways here's the new chapter.

Chapter 4

"No," said Dean, standing up. "Don't hurt her anymore."

Sam stood up next to him. "We'll get her to open the circle."

"Oh I couldn't hurt her anymore than you two already have." It cocked a hand on it's hip and smiled seductively at them. The effect was slightly ruined by the blood trailing down it's face. "She needed the two of you. Especially you." It nodded towards Dean. "You two were the only reason she hadn't become so melancholy before. In her entire life the girl only relied on three people. One is dead and the other two..." It shrugged. "Well you haven't been there now have you?"

It felt the guilt and anger radiating off of them in waves and took a few steps so that it could be closer to the source. It looked into Dean's eye's with smug satisfaction in it's gaze. "You know she always secretly wondered if she was as evil as her father told her. As everyone told her for that matter."

"She's not," said Dean in a matter of fact tone. "She's not evil. This situation proves that now more than ever!" He was hating this thing more every second. He knew that it was trying to mess with his head, with his emotions. It pissed him off that this thing was talking about Dorian like it knew her. It knew nothing about her.

Red eyed Dorian crossed it's arms over it's chest. "She doesn't see it that way. When she was with you and your brother she believed for the first time that maybe she was worth something, that maybe, just maybe everyone in her old town had been wrong about her." It started pacing in it's little prison cell. "But then the two of you left, proving she wasn't worth it, proving that she was every bit as evil as everyone always thought she was."

"That's not true!" Sam shouted. "We did it for her own good."

It laughed and brought it's gaze over to Sam. "You did it for your own good. The both of you. She would have come into her powers on her own, every witch does, but that close call with the incubus, well that was a little too close for the both of you, I think. So you dropped her here the first chance you got." It waved them off. "Oh, maybe you honestly thought you were helping, but all you did was confirm her worst fears." It smiled that lazy smile again. "Thank you, so much for that."

"You're lying," Dean said. "You're trying to trick us."

It brought a hand to it's chest. "Am I? Are you so sure about that?" It waved them off again. "Well it doesn't matter whether you believe me or not. The witch will open the circle for me. We're kindred spirits she and I."

It was Sam's turn to laugh. "Dorian is nothing like you. She is good, and has a big heart full of love for the people she cares about."

"True, but it's a pity that the only one that cares about her is a demon then isn't it?"

"That's not true," Dean spat. He was angry, and he knew it was only fueling the fire, but he couldn't help it. This thing didn't know anything about Dorian, or the relationship they had. "Everyone in this room cares about Dorian!"

It tilted it's head to the side and looked at him curiously. Finally it nodded. "Yes, you do care about her don't you." It shrugged and smiled. "Fortunately for me the witch doesn't believe that."

"Bring her back," Sam said, stepping closer to the circle. If he could he'd reach through the circle and rip that demon out of Dorian's body with his bare hands. "Let us talk to her again."

"Oh, she'll be back, don't worry," It lifted the shirt to expose Dorian's bleeding stomach. It dragged a finger over the warm, red liquid and gazed upon it. "The witch can't feel any of this wondrous pain if I keep her spirit suppressed." It licked the blood from it's finger. "My, my she does have interesting blood." It laughed again.

Dean took a deep breath and pushed his anger aside. He wasn't going to give this thing the satisfaction. His main concern was Dorian. "This is getting us no where. Dorian hasn't opened the circle, and she's not going to. Not unless you let us talk to her again."

It flicked it's tongue out, licked more blood off it's finger, and gazed towards Dean. "Oh very well, you can have her back. Besides, like I said if her spirit is suppressed she can't feel pain, and where's the fun in that?"

Dean opened his mouth to say something, but it was too late. It's eyes rolled into the back of her head, and when they returned to normal they were Dorian's green eyes staring back at him. "Dorian?"

Pain flooded through out Dorian's body assaulting every nerve she had. She fell backwards, her back hitting the barrier of the circle. She bit back the pain, nodded and sighed. "Yeah, it's me. I'm really getting sick of being pushed aside like that."

"What happens?" Sam asked gently. "I mean when the demon suppresses your spirit?"

Dorian didn't want to even think about what it felt like so she shook her head. "It doesn't matter. What did I miss?"

Dean took in her appearance. There were dark circles under her eyes, and her face was a sickly pale color. Her clothes and hair were matted to her skin from sweat. Dorian was weakening. He could see that plain as day. They had to get that thing out of her. "A lot. The demon filled us in on a few things."

Dorian bit her lower lip and looked up at him. She was so tired. Her stomach and face were killing her and the extra spirit in her body was about as violating as it got. All she wanted to do was sleep. This thing was taking it's toll on her.

Yet as tired as she was, nervousness and anxiety stretched up and took hold of her. Part of having an uninvited guest in your body meant that they knew just about everything about you. That's how the demon so easily picked out Marion and was able to manipulate Dorian's fears. "Like what?"

Dean shoved his hands in his pockets and rocked on the balls of his feet. "Oh let's see. You think you're evil, Sam and I made things worse, and...oh yeah you're blood has an interesting taste." He looked at Sam. "Did I leave anything out? Oh, yeah and you think we don't care about you." He nodded his head to the side. "Yeah, I think that's about it."

Sam sighed at his brother's sarcasm. Dean couldn't help it. It's what he did. He used sarcasm when he was scared or angry. He looked at Dorian and saw the sadness in her eyes. "Is any of that true? Do you think that you're evil and we don't care about you?"

She looked away from him. That damn demon opened it's mouth to try and make them feel guilty. Not that she was surprised, especially after what the damn thing did with Dorian, but she hadn't meant for them to find out, ever. She hadn't accounted for a demon taking over her body.

Dorian didn't want to see the their reaction. She wouldn't lie to them. That had been part of the reason she had avoided their phone calls and consistently changed the subject when they asked her what was wrong. She couldn't lie to them, so she opted to distance herself instead.

Dorian's silence and averted gaze was enough to tell Sam that what the demon had said was true. Sam felt a twinge of guilt. They should have been there for her. They should have helped her more. The worst thing of it was that leaving Dorian with Missouri had originally been Sam's idea. Dean never would have even thought of leaving Dorian in Lawrence if Sam hadn't brought it up.

"Dorian, I'm so sorry," Sam said sincerely. "I thought leaving you with Missouri for a while would help you. I thought it was the best thing for you. Dorian, I love you like a sister. I want to be here for you. I want to help you. You're not evil, Dorian."

She shook her head and slunk down the barrier. "Please, Sam, don't do this. Not right now." She couldn't handle this right now. Not emotionally, not physically. "I'm so tired." She dropped her head on her knees.

Dean took a step forward. "Then open the circle and let us get this thing out of you." He hadn't said anything before. He didn't know what to say. This kind of thing was Sam's angle. Dean wasn't good with the touchy, feely, emotional crap.

She looked up at him. "I can't."

"Why? Because you think you're evil?" Dean asked, his face tight with anger he was trying to push away. "You think you deserve to die in there?"

Dorian shook her head, and choked back a sob. "I have to do this to prove I'm not what they always said I was!" A pain raked across her back. She cried out and pushed herself forward. She didn't have to see it to know that it was another set of claw marks like the ones on her stomach. Warm blood ran down her back.

"What are you talking about?" Dean asked, ignoring the fact that she was in pain. If they didn't get her to open the circle she would die. He couldn't let her pain side track him off the present situation. "You know you're not anything they ever said you were!"

"If I'm not than why is Marion dead?" She asked quietly. "Why did my mother kill all those people?"

Sam knelt down so he could look at her better. "Dorian you're mother was a good person in life. What killed those people, it was just the pain and the rage left behind."

"You keep saying that, but I conjured her spirit. It was her spirit that killed all those people," She told him. "It was her whole spirit, not just an essence that was left behind. It was her." She sighed. "If she can do that, than why can't I? What if everything my father did was justified? What if I really am as bad as they always said?"

"So what? You think that by sacrificing yourself your repenting your mothers sins?" Dean asked. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Damn it, Dorian this is bullshit! This is self pitying crap and it's not you! At least not the Dorian I know."

She glared up at him. "You left the Dorian you knew behind!" She stood up, tripping over herself as she did. She regained her footing and walked towards Dean. "See this?" She gestured to herself. "This is all that's left! This is who I really am, all right?" She punched the barrier in frustration and cried out in pain as her body protested.

"Feel better?" Dean asked, not a trace of sympathy in his voice. She just glared at him. "I hope so, cause it's only going to get a lot worse."

"Dorian, please stop this," said Sam compassionately. "Open the circle and let us help you!"

She shook her head. "No, if I destroy this thing than I prove to myself and everyone else that I'm not the evil whore daughter of Alexus Adam's. I can prove that I'm worth something!"

"Well you can prove you can die," Dean drawled. He was done with the pity game. Cold hard truth was the only thing that was going to snap this girl our of her funk. "Look, I don't know where all of this is coming from. I'm sorry if you think we deserted you or that we don't care about you, but that's bull shit and you know it! You're part of our family! We did what we did because it was best for you! Now stop trying to play hero to prove something to a bunch of morons who don't deserve to kiss the ground you walk on and get off your ass and open this damn circle!"

Dorian smirked. She could always count on Dean to stay tough. A searing pain shot across her back and Dorian cried out. It was lower this time, but just as painful. She knew she had no other choice. It was either open the circle, or die from the wounds this thing inflicted. Dorian wasn't ready to die just yet.

She nodded. She walked to the point where she had closed the circle and started walking backwards, speaking a new incantation. She stumbled, and clutched her stomach as pain rippled through her. She took the last step, opening the circle completely.

It took little energy to open the circle, but Dorian was already so weak. Opening the circle had taken a lot out of her. She felt light headed and sagged to her knees. She felt strong arms wrap around her and she knew instantly that it was both Dean and Sam.

"It's okay," Dean whispered into her ear. "We've got you."

"I'm sorry," She whispered weakly. "I'm so sorry."

Dean watched Dorian's eyes flutter. "Vicky, get something to stop the bleeding." She nodded and quickly left. Dean picked Dorian up and laid her on the couch. He lifted her shirt and started inspecting the wound as best he could.

Dorian began laughing and Dean looked up. He wasn't staring into Dorian's green eyes anymore, but the demons red ones.

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