AN: Merry Christmas To All! I figured as an X-mas present I would put up the next part of the story. Today is my only day off until Thursday, but I work nights on Tues and Wed so I'll be writing as much as I can in the in between times. I hope everyone is having a great day!

OMG I'm SOOOO Sorry. I accidentally clicked on the wrong document to upload before. I'm wondering why everyone is confused lol. Let's try this one more time shall we.

Chapter 5

Dean immediately went to restrain the demon inhabiting Dorian's body, but with one swing of the arm, Dean was sailing across the room. He hit the wall, head bouncing off of it like a racquetball. Pain spread out like a spider web across the back of his skull and stars danced in front of his eyes.

It was on it's feet and had a hand around Sam's throat in one quick fluid motion. Sam grabbed onto it's arm, trying to pry it's finger's from his esophagus. He was fighting for air, desperately trying to pull away from the demon, but it was no use. It's grip was like steel. Black edges rimmed his vision and he realized how much he hated being choked. It seemed to have been a ritual since he started working with Dean again.

Sam was on the verge of passing out, and then suddenly, his airway was clean and he could breathe again. He fell to his hands and knees gulping air as fast as his lungs would let him take it. When he looked up he saw the demon stalking towards Vicky who was holding a large piece of wood, presumably from the broken china cabinet.

"Stay away from me," She said in a shaky voice. Vicky looked held the piece of wood up high, ready to swing again if that thing came near her.

Red eyed Dorian laughed and formed an energy ball in it's hand. It wasn't the color of Dorian's sky blue energy, but instead a swirling, fiery color. "The witch may not possess the power to kill with these, but her powers mixed with mine," it shrugged, "Well let's just say the results should be interesting."

Red eyed Dorian pulled it's hand back, but before the energy ball a sharp blow came across it's back, knocking it to the floor. The energy ball fizzled out in it's hand and red eyed Dorian rolled over, kicking up at Sam. It connected with his stomach and knocked him to the ground.

Dean was suddenly on top of it, pinning it's arms to the ground with his knees. He knew it was going to bruise Dorian, but they needed to hold her down until they could find something to tie her with. "Sam grab her legs!" Sam shook off the pain in his stomach and through himself over it's legs, wrapping his arms tightly around them. "Vicky grab something to tie her down with!"

"Let go!" It screamed, eyes blazing. "Get off of me! I"ll make you pay! I'll make you both suffer for this!"

"Yeah, like it's the first time we've heard that," Dean drawled. Red eyed Dorian got one of her arms loose and tried to hit Dean across the face, but he quickly grabbed it and replaced its arm under his knee.

The eyes fizzled from red back to Dorian's green, pain and tears filling inside them "Dean, what are you doing? Stop, you're hurting me!"

Dean's heart broke, hearing the pain in Dorian's voice. He looked at Sam, who shook his head. It wasn't Dorian. It was that thing pretending to be Dorian again. "Nice try, but we're not falling for it!"

"Sam, please!" She said turning her gaze to the younger Winchester brother. "Please, stop! You promised you'd never hurt me!"

Sam knew it wasn't Dorian and that was the only thing that kept him from releasing the body beneath him. He knew it was the demon using Dorian's voice, trying to manipulate them, but it sounded so much like her that it made this damn hard to do.

"I've got some rope," Vicky said, running back in the room. She knelt down beside them and they maneuvered around each other, trying to secure the demon. It might be strong, but they tied the ropes in layers and with triple knots. There was no way it was getting out of this.

Missouri came through the front door just as they finished securing the demon. Trevor was right behind her. "I see that the trip wasn't necessary." She threw her bag of herbs onto a nearby table and walked over to them.

The demon was fighting against it's bonds, rubbing Dorian's wrists so raw that blood started dripping down her arms. It's eyes were ferociously red, it's face contorted in rage. "You won't succeed! Her body is too weak! If you try to expel me from this host, you'll only wind up killing her!"

Sam ignored the words falling out of the demons mouth. Demons lied. It's what they were good at. Dorian wasn't going to die, not if he and Dean had anything to do with it. Sam pulled a vial of holy water out of his bag along with his fathers journal. He tossed the vial to Dean, and flipped through the journal until he found what he was looking for.

This exorcism wasn't like the one on the plane. There would be no manifestation of this demon. It was an all in one, yoke the demon from the body, and send the damn thing back to hell. Do not pass go do not collect two hundred dollars.

Missouri and Vicky were helping to hold down the demon. They were having a hard time with Sam looking through the book. Vicky looked around and saw Trevor huddling in a corner. "Trevor help us!"

Trevor shook his head and slid down the wall, drawing his knees to his chest. He was trembling, his heart was pounding. He was paralyzed with fear. He hated himself for being such a coward, but he couldn't seem to move.

"He won't help you," The demon spat at her, still fighting against it's bonds. "I've been in him. He knows what I'm capable of! He's afraid of me and you should be too!"

"Shut up!" Dean barked. "Sam are you ready?"

Sam didn't answer him, just began speaking in Latin. The demon cried out underneath their hold. Dean opened the holy water and splattered it over Dorian's body. Steam rose up from burnt flesh and a scream tore from it's throat.

Dean's heart shattered from the pain he knew Dorian was in, but they couldn't help it. They had to get this thing out of her before it infested itself any further into her. Red eyes glowed with power and it started speaking in a tongue Dean had never heard before.

He shoved a hand over it's mouth before it could complete what it was saying. "We need something to gag her with!"

Vicky knew they couldn't let go of her. The demon was strong and if one of them let go she had no doubt it would overpower them. She looked over at Trevor, still huddling in the corner. "Trevor get off your ass and help us! Find something to gag her with!" He didn't move. "Dammit, I know your scared, but we need your help!"

Trevor knew he had to do something, so he swallowed the fear that was crawling throughout him and pushed himself up. He quickly retreated to the kitchen, and came back a moment later with duck tape. "Will this work?"

"Yeah," Dean said. "Hurry up and bring it over here!"

Trevor ran over and ripped a piece of the tape off the role. Dean moved his hand and Trevor threw the tape over her mouth.

"Now help us hold her down," Dean said sternly, watching as Dorian and the demon writhed in pain. He held her down as best he could without causing anymore pain to her than she was already feeling. He hoped that the demon was consumed by nothing but a merciless anguish that was taring it apart bit by bit until it's black demon self was back in hell.

Dorian on the other hand, was a different story. He wanted for Dorian to be hurt as little as possible, but he knew it was inevitable that she would feel some pain. Each time she screamed he felt that pain. He felt it deep in his heart and it couldn't help but feel some guilt for leaving her in Lawrence.

What the demon had said before had been true enough. The incubus incident had hit a little too close to home for both he and Sam. In their life they weren't supposed to get close to anyone. Dean knew that more than anyone. They always got hurt, they always got killed.

Case and point with Jess. Sam had tried to forget this life. He had tried to live in a normal world, with a normal girlfriend, but he and Sam were far from normal. They hadn't been normal since that cold November night in 1983 when that thing had come after them. Dean didn't like it any better than Sam did, but he knew it was their job and Dean took it seriously. He wouldn't stand by and watch someone else die from something evil.

Especially Dorian.

The red eyed monster inside of Dorian screamed again. It wasn't a human scream. It was the sound of a hundred souls dying in the most horrid of ways. It burned into Deans ears and tore apart his soul. It was the most appalling sound he had ever heard in his life.

He held tight to Dorian's body, watching it writhe in pain. Her skin was blistering where the holy water had splashed against her. Dean cringed at the sight. Dorian was bloody, bruised, and now blistering. Three B's that no one ever wanted to have.

Sam continued chanting in Latin. He had been for a while Dean realized. He also realized that he had heard the same words repeated more than once.

"What the hell's going on Sam? Finish the damn exorcism would you?"

Sam looked up at him, eyes filled to the brim with worry. "I have, twice already. The demon isn't letting go. I don't know how much more Dorian can take."

"Don't stop," Dorian croaked. Her body was in agony. She felt like she was burning from the inside out. The demon was holding on to places that no one should even be allowed to touch. It was violating, worse than rape. She wanted this thing out of her. It was leaving a trail of darkness inside of her, across her heart and her soul and she couldn't stand it much longer. "Please." She looked up at Dean, with eyes glazed over with pain. "Make it stop."

Missouri wiped away a strand of Dorian's sweat soddened hair and sighed. "It's harder to get it out because Dorian invoked it into herself. It's roots go deeper than someone who was possessed against their will. We may need someone stronger than Sam to recite the spell."

Dean looked over at her and asked, "Then you do it."

Missouri pursed her lips together and shook her head. "I wish I could, but the fact of the matter is that Sam's stronger than I am. If he can't do it, than I certainly won't be able to."

Dorian's head turned, her eyes melding into that fire red. "No one mortal can. Dorian and I are to be one for all of time. She has invited me into her home and I intend to stay."

"NO!" Dorian screamed, the red receding leaving emerald green in it's wake. "I won't let this thing hurt anyone else!"

"It won't," Dean said, petting her head. "We're going to get this thing out of you. I promise."

She brought her tired eyes up to meet his. "Dean, I need you to make me another promise."

He nodded.

"If you can't send this demon back to the hell it came from..."

"We will, don't even worry about that."

She smiled sadly at him. She wanted to reach up and caress his face, but the bonds secured around her wrists kept her from doing so. She needed his touch so badly right now. She had needed it for so long, which reminded her that he hadn't been there.

Dorian felt the demon move inside of her and nausea swirled in her stomach. She pushed away the bad thoughts of Dean, and brought her mind back to the predicament they were in. "But if you can't," She said weakly, but sternly. "You have to promise me that you'll do the right thing."

He shook his head. "No."

"You have to kill me if it comes to it." He shook his head again, his jaw was set in a tense line. "Dean, I can't live like this. I can't let this thing use me to hurt people and cause chaos. You have to promise me you won't let that happen."

"It's not going to be an option."

"Promise me." She said her eyes half closing. She was tired, she wanted to sleep.

"You're going to be fine."

"Dean's right," Sam said, suddenly. "We're going to get this thing out of you. You're going to be the same old Dorian." He couldn't stomach the thought of either one of them having to kill her.

She didn't have the strength to keep fighting them. "Just promise me dammit!"

Dean took a deep breath in, exhaling all the frustration and fear with it. "I'll do what's necessary."

Dorian nodded. "Thank you."

Dean watched as her eyes closed and her head fell to the side. He had said he'd do what's necessary, not that he'd kill her. That would never be necessary. If the exorcism didn't work, they'd find another way, but killing her was most definitely not an option.

Dean took off his jacket and cradled it under Dorian's head. He brushed her bangs away from her forehead and looked over at Missouri. "You know people, powerful people. Call one of them up and get them here."

"I already did," She replied, resting a hand on Dorian's arm. "He'll be here soon. His name is Grant Morrison. He's a very powerful healer."

"We don't need a healer," Dean barked, pacing the room. "We need someone who can pull this thing out of her."

"I didn't call him for this reason," She said, still staring at Dorian. "I called him because I knew Dorian was going to need extensive healing once the exorcism was over." She looked up at Dean. "But Grant is powerful. If anyone could send this demon back to hell, it's him."

Dorian was in that dark place again. Her heart sped up, her breath quickened and she felt anxiety rising up into her chest. This wasn't the same place she went when the demon pushed her aside. That place was much, much worse, but this place wasn't exactly Candy Land.

"Why do you let him control your heart?" The voice called through the darkness. "They don't care about you."

"Shut up."

"If they cared they would have come to see you before all of this. They would have come to see you on your birthday."

Dorian eyes' narrowed and she glared into the vast darkness. "That's not fair. They didn't know!"

"They could have known. It's been almost a year since they've known you. They've grown older, yet they don't seem to realize that you would do the same thing. They've never even taken the time to inquire about it. If they really cared about you, don't you think they'd want to know little details like that? Don't you think they'd want to know you're favorite color or that you sleep with a stuffed teddy bear?"

Dorian's jaw clenched. "Shut up!"

It laughed. "Of course, not even Missouri knows about that. You always hide it so no one can see it. You use it for comfort. Something to hold onto when you dream about what your father did to you, because after all Dean hasn't been there."

"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" Dorian fell to her knees, hugging herself fiercely and rocking back and forth. She had missed Dean's warmth. Missed his arms wrapped around her during the middle of the night. When she had been with Dean something had kept the nightmares at bay. Maybe it was the warmth of him lying next to her, or the fact that she had known without a shadow of a doubt that she was safe with him.

When they had left her, they came night after night, full force slamming into her mind and eyes like a tidal wave of pain and despair that she couldn't get rid of. The teddy bear was a poor constellation compared to Dean, but it had been something to hold onto when she was alone in her terror.

"They don't love you. They don't care. I can take away your pain, Dorian. You and I together, we can do great things."

"You're a demon!" She shouted into the endless void. Her voice broke into hysterics. "The only thing you do is cause death and chaos!"

"There must be chaos for there to be order."

"Go to hell!"

It laughed, high and shrill. "Not without you."

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