AN: Okay, I finally finished! Yay. Working all the time makes it a little difficult, but I'm not going to let the Dorian fans down. Anyways here's the final chapter and there's a note at the bottom for everyone. I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 7

Dean blinked his eyes open and lifted his head. He yawned deeply, rubbed his face and turned to look at Dorian. He hadn't left her bedside, opting to sleep in the chair that his butt seemed to have become accustomed to. It no longer ached or throbbed. Dean was fairly sure it had molded to the shape of the seat.

Dean looked over and his heart skipped a beat when he realized that only crumpled sheets remained where Dorian once slept peacefully. The imprint of her head was still in the pillow, but no matter how many times Dean blinked she wasn't there.

"Did you sleep okay?"

Dean whipped his head around, and saw Dorian, or at least the back of Dorian by the window. She was holding the drapes back a little, watching the snow fall softly to the ground. She was still in the over sized t-shirt that Missouri had changed her into. They figured the more loose the fabric, the less it would hurt, but it left all the bandages and wounds exposed.

In a way it reminded Dean of how Dorian had been when they first met her. She was too thin, but not only because of her recent predicament. She was frail again, undernourished. She hadn't been eating. At least not as much as she should have been. Bruises covered her pale flesh and Dean flashed back to her standing in their motel room, a towel wrapped around her. Of course back then the bruises and injuries were due to her bastard of a father.

"You shouldn't be out of bed."

She rolled her eyes even though Dean couldn't see it. She knew she wasn't a hundred percent, but Dean was still way too overprotective for her tastes. "I wanted to see the snow. It's the only good thing about this stupid holiday." She let the drapes fall closed. "Besides I feel like I've been sleeping for days now."

Dean stood and walked over to her. "That's because you have been. Three to be exact. Why didn't you wake me up?" She turned her head and looked at him. The gauze was still covering her face and despite all the rest from the previous days there were still dark circles under her eyes.

She shrugged. "You looked peaceful. I didn't want to disturb you." Her gaze turned worried. "Vicky and Trevor?"

"Besides a few scrapes they're both fine. You took the worst of it." He watched as she let out a sigh of relief. He realized she was shaking. Just a slight tremor as if she were cold. "You're shivering." He took a step towards her, and she immediately took a step back to keep the space between them. Dean's eyebrows pressed together. "Dorian?"

She hugged herself and tilted her head to the side, looking like a confused puppy. "I...I don't know why I did that. I'm not scared of you. It...it was just...I didn't do it consciously." She was stuttering, but she didn't care. She wasn't afraid of Dean. It was reflex. That thing had squirmed around in her touching places no one should ever be allowed to touch. The memory was fresh in her mind and she couldn't seem to shake it.

"It's okay," He replied sincerely. "You've been through a lot, Dorian. No one can blame you for being scared."

"I'm not scared!" She half shouted and then quickly clamped her mouth shut. Was she scared? No, she wasn't scared. The demon was gone. It couldn't hurt her again. She could tell by the look in Dean's eyes that he didn't believe her.

Dorian was a lot of things, but she knew mostly she was guilty. Guilty of maybe trying to kill herself without even realizing it. She was guilty of hurting the people she cared about most. Maybe it was inadvertently, but she couldn't be sure of that. Could she have held off the demon until Missouri got there? Maybe she could have used a spell or something, anything to avoid doing what she had done, but Trevor's life was at stake. Would Dorian do it all over again? In a heart beat.

All that meant was she'd die to protect her friends and the people she cared about. It didn't mean she wasn't sorry for what she did. It didn't mean that her soul wasn't tainted, and it sure as hell didn't mean that she'd be able to forget. Dorian squeezed her eyes shut to keep back the tears and shook her head. "I'm so sorry," She choked out through a sob.

Dean slowly walked towards her. Dorian didn't tensed for a moment, but didn't move away. Dean didn't want to touch her. He didn't know how she'd react. "It's okay. You did what you thought was right. You probably even saved Trevor's life." Not that he deserved it, he added silently. The little punk had cowered most of the time when they had needed his help.

Dorian took the final step, closing the small gap between them. She wrapped her arms around Dean's waist and buried her face into his shirt. Tears spilled from her eyes and it was impossible to make them stop.

A never ending waterfall seemed to be seeping from Dorian's eyes, quickly soaking Dean's shirt. He didn't care. He gently wrapped his arms around Dorian and let her cry. He let all her frustration and anger spill out in the sobs, hoping that when she finished a little of the pain she felt will have washed away in the river that was steadily flowing from Dorian's broken soul.

"It's good to see you awake," Sam said, sitting in the chair Dean had once occupied for the long days that Dorian had been asleep. His brother was now lying in bed next to Dorian. She was curled up against him, holding onto him as if her life depended on it.

She smiled at him. "It's good to be awake, and to have that thing out of me."

"I bet," Missouri said, walking into the room with a tray. "Being possessed is no picnic, girl, and you should have known better than to draw that thing into you in the first place. You could have killed yourself."

Dorian tensed underneath Dean's embrace and he hugged her tighter. "Let's not talk about that right now," He said. "There's plenty of time to talk about everything once Dorian's well. Right now I think she should just rest."

Missouri set the tray on the bedside table and put her hands on her hips. "And eat. I made you some home made chicken soup, and I expect you to eat every bit of it."

"You do need to get some nutrition back into your body," Grant said from the doorway. He was leaning against the door frame in a redneck Santa, carefree way. He had a slight smile painted across his face, and his arms were crossed over his chest.

"You must be Grant," Dorian said, softly. He nodded. "Dean told me what you did. Thank you."

He shrugged. "I did what I could to help. You're stubborn as all hell by the way."

Dorian rolled her eyes and smiled at him. "So I've been told once or twice. I don't remember anything that happened while I was sleeping. Sorry for any difficulty I caused you."

Grant waved it off. "I don't expect you to remember and there's no reason for you to be sorry. You're body felt an invading presence and after the demon it was trying to ward it off. It was a defense mechanism you weren't conscious of and couldn't control. There's nothing for you to be sorry for."

"Well thanks anyway, for everything you did."

He smiled a good ol' country boy smile. "You're welcome."

"Wake up sleepy head," Dean whispered into Dorian's ear. She was laying on her side, facing him. He had an arm draped over her. At first Dean thought it would be better if he slept in a separate bed, but Dorian had wanted him to stay with her. The silent pleading in her eyes had tugged at his heart and he knew he couldn't leave her.

Dorian eyes fluttered open and she smiled softly at the sight of him. It wasn't a dream. He was still with her. Dean and Sam were both here. She was safe again.

Dorian knew she was safe with Missouri. She told herself that anyway, but no one had ever made her feel as safe as Dean and Sam. No one could ever make her feel that safe again. She belonged with them. She didn't know if they were going to let her go with them. She was almost scared that they were going to leave her behind again.

If they decided to go on their own, Dorian would understand. Well she told herself she would, but either way she wasn't staying in Kansas anymore. Either she left with Dean and Sam or she left on her own. She had outgrown this place. She knew how to use her powers. Sure she wasn't the greatest, but her powers were better spent helping people than hiding in a little town.

"Hey," She said groggily.

"Merry Christmas."

Dorian groaned. "It's Christmas already?"

Dean smirked. "Well you missed a couple of days you know."

She buried her head in the pillow and mumbled, " I hate this stupid holiday."

"Well it hasn't always been reindeer and candy canes for me either."

She turned to face him again. "I guess it wasn't, but at least we can share the hellish lights and eggnog together."

It was Dean's turn to raise an eyebrow. "Since when did you become so cynical?"

"Since the first snow hit the ground. I told you I hate this holiday."

He nodded. "Okay, so we won't celebrate Christmas. We'll celebrate an unchristmas."

She laughed. "What is that like an unbirthday from Alice in Wonderland?"

He shrugged. "Something like that. We'll celebrate in our own way. No Christmas carols, no Christmas hams, no Christmas presents. We'll just treat it like any other day."

Dorian smirked. "Then I guess you and Sam won't want the Christmas presents I got you."

Dean brought a hand to his chest. "You got me something? I'm touched," He said sarcastically. She shoved him playfully and laughed. "No, really I am. I didn't expect you to get me anything. How did you even get the money to get me anything?"

She gave him an 'are you seriously asking me that question' look. "Come on Dean. You gave me a lot of lessons in pool when I was with you guys. You think I can't hustle some tall, goofy, guy who has an ego the size of the Atlantic? A few batted eyelashes and 'accidental' misses and I had him eating out of the palm of my hand."

Dean laughed. "I have taught you well young Jedi."

Dorian shook her head and eased herself out of bed. She was still sore. She gingerly touch the bandage on the side of her face. She knew that the cut was going to leave a scar. She didn't care though. It was just another to add to the many that already covered her body.

"Go get Sam," She said, looking over her shoulder. "I want to give you your gifts before we go downstairs."

Dean threw back the blankets and stood up. He walked over and wrapped his arms around her from behind. She leaned back into him and sighed. "What exactly is it that you got us?"

She smiled up at him. "Go get Sam and you'll find out."

A few minutes later Dean returned to the room, with Sam following behind him. Dorian smiled at the younger brothers mussed up hair and sleepy eyes. It reminded her of the endless nights they spent in motel rooms. There were no separate rooms. They all got to see the real deal of each other and Dorian loved it all.

Dorian was sitting in the middle of her bed with two small boxes in her hands. Dean sat down on one side of her and Sam plopped on the other side, causing her to bounce a little.

Dean clapped his hands together. "Okay, Sam's here, now presents!" He reached out to snatch the box out of Dorian's hand, but she slapped his hand away.

"Patience, my friend is a virtue."

Dean rolled his eyes. "It's never been one of my virtues."

"You don't have any virtues," Sam replied sarcastically.

Dean held up a finger and opened his mouth to retaliate. Then he dropped his hand and said, "You're right, I don't."

Dorian shook her head and smiled. "I got you two these." She handed Dean one box and Sam the other. "A lot of things went through my mind, but I thought that these would suit you the best."

Dean and Sam exchanged a glance and then they glanced back at the small boxes in their hands.

"Oh would you just open them already!" Dorian blurted. She was anxious to see their reaction. She hoped they liked it and that it didn't backfire on her.

Dean lifted the top and his mouth went dry. He pulled out a silver chain with two silver dog tags attached on it. A picture of his mother holding a baby Dean was etched on one. On the other was an engraving.

Mary Winchester

Always Remembered

Never Forgotten

Forever Missed

Sam had received the same chain and dog tags, only a picture he and Jess was engraved on his. He traced the edges of her her smiling face and a tear came to his eye as he read the engraving.

Jessica Lee Moore

A True Friend

A True Love

Now An Angel

Watching From Above

"Where did you get these pictures?" Dean asked, looking over at her.

"Well, a few weeks ago I called up Sam and asked him to send me the picture of you and your mom. I didn't tell him why, I just told him that I needed it."

Dean nodded in understanding. "And then you called me and asked me to send you the picture of Sam and Jess."

"When I saw them, I just thought it fit you guys. I mean having the whole Marine father and everything." She stared at her hands. "I hope I didn't step out of line here."

"No," Sam said quickly and sincerely. "Not at all. I love it." He looked over at her. "It's perfect. Thank you."

She smiled, and he pulled her into a hug. Sam adored his gift. He couldn't believe that she had done something so...wonderful for him. It was the perfect Christmas present."

Dorian looked over at Dean. He was still staring at the necklace in his hands. "Dean?"

He looked up at her. "Dorian, I..." He gripped the tags in his hand. "Thank you."

She smiled. "You're welcome." Her heart slowed a bit when she realized that they liked it. She wasn't sure if they thought she would have stuck her nose in a place it didn't belong. She just wanted to give them something meaningful."

Dean looked over at Sam. "Should we give her hers?"

Sam smiled. "I'm way ahead of you bro." He reached into his pocket and came back with a box just slightly bigger than the one Dorian had presented them with. He handed it to Dorian.

"I didn't expect you guys to get me anything," She said, staring at the small gold box.

"Come on," Sam said. "What did you expect? It's Christmas."

She shrugged. "I never expected anything. My dad...well he was more into the religion aspect of it if you catch my drift."

Dean draped an arm across her shoulders. "Well like I said before, we're having an unchristmas remember?"

"An unchristmas?" Sam asked. "What exactly did I miss?"

"I'll tell you later." He looked at Dorian. "Open it."

She slowly lifted the lid. Inside the box was a silver ID bracelet with Dorian's name engraved across the top. She gently lifted it out of it's package. "It's beautiful."

"Turn it over," Sam said.

She did and read the inscription allowed. "We love you." A tear slid down her cheek and she quickly wiped it away. She looked back and forth between the two. "Thank you."

Dean took the bracelet from her hand and placed it around her wrist. "We just wanted you to remember that no matter what happens we care about you."

Dorian looked up at him. "Does this mean your taking off without me again?"

"Actually we were kind of hoping you were ready to take off with us again," Dean told her. "I mean unless you've grown accustomed to this small town life."

Dorian smiled. She felt like she was walking on air. They weren't leaving her again. "You mean it?"

"Of course we do," Sam said. "I mean we asked you to stay here so you could learn how to control your powers. You've done that."

"And that's the only reason?" She asked sardonically. "I've learned to control my powers and now you want me back?"

"There could be other reasons," Dean said slyly.

"Yeah? Like what?"

"Well having a third person around is a perk," He replied.

"Uh huh."

"And besides with your skills we have an added advantage," Sam added just as coyly.

"And that's all? You guys didn't, oh I don't know didn't miss me at all?" She asked, bumping Sam with her shoulder.

Dean smirked. "Maybe a little."

"Just a little?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well maybe more than a little," Sam said.

She slapped him playfully. "You guys know you missed me!"

Dean laughed. "All right so we missed you. You coming back on the road with us or what?"

Dorian tapped her index finger to her chin. "Well maybe."

He shrugged. "Okay, then give us a call when you figure it out. Come on Sam." They went to stand up and Dorian grabbed their sleeves and pulled them back to the bed.

"Okay, you talked me into it. I'll go with you guys."

Sam laughed. "That didn't take much convincing did it?"

Fin Please Review!

Okay, so here's the thing people, I thought it might be fun to take requests. You tell me what you want to see and I'll attempt to incorporate it into my next story. There's only one rule. No romance between Dorian and Dean, or Dorian and Sam. No Sex between any of them either. Otherwise anything goes. Email me with your requests at I hope you enjoyed this story and I'll be waiting eagerly for your ideas. TTFN