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Chapter 6

Sam sat on the edge of the couch next to Dorian. They had placed her there not long after she lost consciousness, figuring it would be comfortable than the floor. They wanted to make her as comfortable as possible. She was in enough pain without lying on a hard wood floor on top of it.

Dorian moaned and turned her head. Sam couldn't imagine what kind of horrors the demon may be doing to her, even in her sleep. He hated that they were so helpless. It brought back memories of Jess, of how helpless he'd been to save her. Sam wasn't going to let that happen again. He couldn't save Jess, but he'd find a way to save Dorian.

He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up, directly into his brothers eyes.

Dean had seen the way Sam was looking at Dorian. He had that same look in his eyes that he had for weeks after Jessica's death. Dean didn't know if he could stand another bout of nightmares from Sam. It had been hard enough the first time around. "You okay?"

Sam nodded. "Just trying to think of a way to help Dorian."

Dean reclaimed his hand, and stuffed both in his jean pockets. "Well hopefully that Grant guy will get here soon."

"Actually that Grant guy is here," A voice said from the hallway.

They both snapped their heads toward the door. A man with black hair, peppered graciously with gray stood in the door way. He was slightly hefty around the middle, wearing a pair of blue jeans, and a green shirt under a red flannel jacket. Hiking boots and a medium sized sack completed the outfit making him look like a clean shaved, red neck Santa.

"You must be Sam and Dean," He said walking farther into the room. He dropped his sack on the floor and turned to Missouri. "I take it I'm early?"

She smiled warmly at him. "Actually you're right on time. The exorcism isn't going exactly as planned. We may need more than just your healing skills."

Grant nodded in understanding and walked over to the couch. Sam stood up and stepped aside, and Grant took his place next to Dorian. He put a hand on her forehead and his eyes went from warm and compassionate to grave and dark.

He could feel the dark energy swirling inside of her. He felt it's strong ties to her, and the pain it was causing her. She moaned under his touch and he knew that she was in her own personal hell that the demon had created for her. "Shh," He said, pouring some of his energy into her. "It's going to be all right." She quieted under his touch, and some of the heat that was burning her body cooled.

"What the hell did you do?" Dean asked, kneeling next to Dorian.

"I gave her some peace, but it won't last very long. We have to get that demon out of her. It's trying to turn her."

"What do you mean turn her?" Sam asked.

Grant turned crystalline blue eyes on him. "We can't expel something from Dorian's body that she doesn't want gone. She can bind the demon to her soul if she so chooses and then no exorcism will work without killing her."

"Dorian would never do that," Vicky said walking over to them. "She took the demon into herself to save Trevor, but she'd never bind her soul to it."

"Demons are masters of trickery and deceit. It's already working on her, making Dorian believe that no one cares about her." He sighed, and glided a hand in the air over her body. "There are so many scars on her soul. Scars that the demon is slashing open and infecting." He looked up at Dean and Sam. "We have to perform the exorcism now, before it makes things worse."

They lifted Dorian from the couch and placed her back on the floor. Dean cradled her head in his lap, Sam had hold of her feet. Missouri and Trevor were on one side of her, while Vicky and Grant were on the other. They were all there in case something happened. The demon was strong and it would take all of them to hold it down.

Dean grabbed the vial of holy water and tossed it to Grant. "You might need that."

Grant shook his head. "No, not for what I'm going to do. It will hurt her, but holy water is not necessary."

Sam scrunched his eyebrows together. "How bad is it going to hurt her?"

He sighed. "More than I care for it too, but it should extract the demon from her. I'll do what I can to ease her pain, but it's not going to pleasant."

Dorian was rocking back and forth in her dark prison. She couldn't see the ground, but it was rough and uneven underneath her. The cold seeped through her jeans, past her skin, and all the way to her bones. She shivered as the cold crept through out her body, settling into the very core of her.

She couldn't stop rocking. She was trying to reject the demons words, trying to tell herself that they were all just lies to trick and manipulate her. Dorian knew that the demon just wanted to feed off of her life energy, use her until she was no longer useful, but she couldn't get the demons words out of her head.

Dean and Sam didn't know things about Dorian because she had opted to keep them secret. Still they hadn't inquired, but of course that didn't mean anything. They were busy. They had more important things to worry about than on what day she was born, such as killing evil bastards like this demon.

Dorian realized that the cold she had been feeling was fading. In fact it was it was being replaced by a rapidly growing heat in her belly. She felt sick, as though she had drank a large amount of milk and tried to work out too soon afterwards.

The heat extended from her stomach, into her chest, and arms, burning her from the inside out. She screamed, and felt herself being jerked up and out of the dark. She felt herself being pulled from her prison and she knew she was going back to her body.

Dorian slammed back into her body and raw pain covered every inch of her. She let out a blood curling scream, but it wasn't only her voice she heard. The demon's coincided with hers. Her eyes shot open and she saw people around her. She heard someone chanting, but it wasn't anyone she knew. She didn't have time to think about as another shower of pain coursed through her.

Dorian tried to tell them, to beg them to stop, but she realized that something was gagging her, keeping her from being able to plead with them. She had heard the scream before, but maybe it was only in her head. She tried to pull free from their hold, but she was only one, well technically two, against several.

"I can feel her," Sam said to Dean, over Grant's voice. "Dorian's back."

Dean's heart skipped a beat. This wasn't the demon screaming through the duck tape, it was Dorian. At least a portion of Dorian. He watched as her eyes bled from her normal emerald green to that fiery red color and then as they swirled, mixing together. They were fighting for control of the body.

Tears streamed down Dorian's face, and Dean put a comforting hand on her forehead. "Fight it, Dorian. You can do it."

Grant continued chanting and Dorian cried out through her gag. She tried to push herself up, but Dean and Missouri held her down. The pain was excruciating and it was nothing she could describe. It was the worst thing she had ever felt in her life.

Dean watched as a black mass jerked itself from Dorian's body, but only partly. It was clinging to her, trying to hold onto Dorian's body. Grant increased his chanting, putting more power into every word.

The demon was finally torn from Dorian's body in one bright show of strength. A light produced itself from Dorian's body. It was so bright it nearly blinded them and Dean turned away. When he looked back, Dorian eye's were closed and her face was extremely too pale.

"Dorian," Dean said, pulling the tape off of her mouth. "Dorian?" He looked up at Sam with a horrified expression. "She's not breathing!" Before he finished his sentence he had already begun performing CPR with strong compressions. Vicky quickly moved to Dorian's head and when Dean finished the compressions she blew a few solid breaths into her mouth.

Dean continued trying to revive Dorian and looked over at Grant. "You're a healer. Do something!"

He shook his head. "It doesn't work like that. I can only speed the process back to health. I can't make her breathe again."

Dean growled and concentrated on what he was doing. "Breathe dammit!" As if she could hear him Dorian suddenly sucked in a deep breath, but her eyes didn't open. Dean sighed and sat back in relief. "That's it baby girl. That's it."

Grant raised a hand and traced the air above her, feeling her aura. "She's weak. She's standing on the line between life and death." He sighed. "I can heal her, but only so much at a time." He raised his other hand over Dorian and closed his eyes. Grant pulled energy from the earth and channeled it through his body and into Dorian's.

He felt her recoil from his help, felt her fight the healing energy he was giving her. He frowned and pushed harder, willing the energy to embrace Dorian's spirit. He felt her fighting it, but she was weak right now, and he was able to get enough energy into her to pull her away from the brink. She didn't move far, but she wasn't as close now either.

Grant dropped his hands and looked up at Missouri. "She's fighting me."

"Why?" Sam asked immediately. "Why would she fight someone trying to help her?"

"She's been traumatized," Missouri said, untying Dorian's hands. "The demon was a foreign energy. Something that shouldn't have been there. If it was you or Dean she'd probably be willing to accept it, but she doesn't know Grant. She doesn't know that he's trying to help her."

"I can still heal her, but the more she fights it, the longer it will take. I'm surprised she could even fight it as weak as she is." He brought his gaze to Dean. "She has a strong spirit, despite the scars and open wounds that cover it." He looked back at Dorian and hovered his hand over her again. "I can help her come back from this, but only so far unless she accepts my help."

"So she'll be okay?" Vicky asked worriedly. "I mean maybe we should take to her the hospital."

Dean shook his head. "No, we'll never be able to explain her appearance. The cops would be called and they'd start an investigation. We'll take her back to Missouri's , clean her up, and let Grant do his thing. She'll be more comfortable there anyways."

Two days later Dorian was still lying in her bed at Missouri's house. There was a large gauze covering the deep laceration on the left side of her face and the rest of her wounds were bandaged, but hidden by the loose nightgown and blankets Dorian was lying beneath.

Dean was sitting on the edge of the bed, his hand in hers. She was still pale and she looked so small beneath the blankets and bandages. She hadn't even stirred since the demon had been ripped from her body, but she was breathing. She was still alive. That was something.

Grant had been attempting to heal her every few hours, but she was continuing to fight him. She was healing, but at a slow pace. It was taking more out of him than he anticipated because she was fighting him. When he wasn't trying to help Dorian, Grant was resting to keep up his own energy.

Dean sighed and gently squeezed Dorian's hand. Both her wrists were bandaged, making it look as though she had tried to commit suicide. Dean realized she almost had by pulling that thing into her body. He knew she had done it to save someone else, but it unnerved him how close Dean came to losing her.

"How's she doing?" Sam asked, walking into the room. Dean hadn't left Dorian's side. He knew his brother wasn't going to. He would stay next to her as long as she was hurt.

Dean shrugged. "Grant says she's better, but she doesn't look better. She looks the same."

Sam pulled up a chair and sat next to Dean. "Yeah, but looks can be deceiving. You know that better than anyone." He looked over at Dorian. Dean was right. She still looked the same. She looked weak and helpless and Sam knew she wasn't either.

"I'm sorry."

Dean looked over at his brother, his brows knitted in confusion. "For what?"

Sam smiled bitterly. "For a lot of things. I'm sorry for so many of the things I've said, and for trying to kill you, but right now I'm sorry for this." He indicated towards Dorian with a nod. "If I hadn't suggested bringing her here the thought would never even have crossed your mind."

"Sam..."

"Don't. It's true and you know it. Dorian was better off with us. None of this would have happened if she had stayed with us."

He shook his head. "You don't know that. The same thing could have happened or worse, but at least now Dorian has some powers and she can defend herself better. She's not as vulnerable as she was before." He gently squeezed Dorian's hand. "This might have happened whether we were here or not. Dorian would do anything to help someone. It wouldn't matter if it cost her life. If it meant saving someone else she'd do it. This isn't your fault. This is the demons fault."

"This isn't how things were supposed to be. She was supposed to be safe here."

Dean's jaw tensed. "We're never safe, Sam. Not you, or me, or Dorian. We're always going to fight these evil things. It's who we are." He brought his gaze to Sam's. "You have to stop feeling guilty for everything that goes wrong. You didn't cause it, you didn't want it, and it sure as hell isn't your fault, and to be honest with you, I'm sick of your pity party."

Sam smirked. He knew Dean was right. He had to stop feeling guilty over things he had no control over. That included Jessica's death. He didn't do these things, but he made sure that the things that did cause pain and death, well he made sure they paid for it.

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