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Welcome To Ruddington

Dorian snorted at the sign. She was about as welcome there as a demon was in heaven. It was almost dark, which was probably a good thing. She knew that right now people would be retiring to their homes or at the diner. A few people would be at the bar, but Dorian wasn't planning on going their so it wasn't a big deal. She didn't want the shock of the town tonight.

By tomorrow it would be all over that she was back and people would be gaping at her, shying away from her. They were either afraid of her, or wanted her dead. Neither of which she was ready to deal with tonight. First things, first, find out what's been going on. Then deal with the narrow minded townspeople.

They pulled up to the motel. The same motel Dorian had found refuge and then been dragged out of to be burned at the proverbial stake. Her heart pounded a little harder when they got out of the car. It was for real now. She was back in the one place she had sworn never to return to. She had to though. As much as she hated this town and the people in it, she couldn't let whatever was happening to them continue. Than she would be no better than the town.

Dorian waited out side while Dean and Sam checked them in. She stayed in the shadows, hoping no one would notice her tonight. Of course they probably remembered what Dean and Sam looked like, but they didn't know she was still with them.

When they got in the room Sam sat down on the bed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Dorian sat next to him. "You okay?"

He nodded and looked up at her. "Yeah, just a headache."

A soft whisper flitted through the air. "Dorian."

She jumped.

"You okay?" Dean asked.

She looked around the room. There was no one here but Dean and Sam. She just imagined it. She nodded. "Yeah I'm fine. Just got a chill."

Dean didn't quite believe her, but he let it go. He didn't blame her for being jumpy here. "All right, here's the plan. The full moon isn't for another two nights. Tomorrow morning we'll go and talk to the victims families..."

"Not going to be so easy," Dorian cut him off. "These people know you just as much as they know me. They're not going to talk to you willingly."

"They will if they want us to find out what happened to their missing loved ones," Dean said confidently. "Besides we can persuasive."

Dorian grinned. "Yeah yeah cocky boy."

Dean smirked back at her. "Not cocky, just convinced."

"Hey you guys," Sam interrupted. "I need to eat something or this headache is going to turn into a full blow migraine."

"I'll get us something from across the street at the diner," Dean said.

"I'll go with you," Dorian said.

"You sure?" Dean asked, pulling on his jacket.

No, she wasn't sure. She wanted a night of peace before chaos ensued, but... "It's not a good idea for us to walk around alone. Not in this town anyways. Sam's in no condition to go, so yeah I guess I'm sure."

Dean nodded. "All right, let's go."

They walked out into the chilly night air. The few people that were on the street stopped in their tracks when they saw Dorian. Whispers were exchanged.

Dorian ignored it.

They walked in the diner and suddenly everything became quiet. Not even the clatter of plates could be heard. Everyone was staring at them.

Dorian started to shrink back, but Dean put a hand on the small of her back giving her the strength she needed. She squared her shoulders and walked over to the counter. Any attempt to look brave was shattered when she banged her knee into a stool.

She shook it off. "Hey Gina." She said to the girl standing behind the counter. "We're going to need an order to go."

"Uh...sure," She said uneasily. "What can I get you?"

Dorian started telling the girl when an older man came out of the back.

"What is all the fuss going on here...or I guess I should say lack of?"

Dorian smiled at the voice. She looked up.

"Dorian?" He said a smile spreading across his face. "My god is it really you?"

"Hey Jimmy," She said turning to greet him.

He came over and wrapped his arms around her. "God girl I haven't seen you in almost two years. How have you been?"

Dorian beamed up at him. He had a few more wrinkles since the last time she'd seen him. A few more gray hairs, but he was still the kindest man in town. "I've been good."

"Got a few more scars I see," He said tracing the scar on her cheek.

Dorian shrugged. "Comes with the territory." She gestured towards Dean. "Jimmy this is Dean Winchester."

"Yeah, I remember you," He said shaking his hand. "You're the one who saved Dorian. Good man."

"Thanks," Dean said, not entirely sure what was transpiring. The entire diner was staring at them as though they were aliens. Jimmy was speaking out, not having any qualms about it.

"What are you doing in town?" He asked. "I thought once you were gone, you'd never come back."

Dorian shrugged. "Well I got a few things to take care of."

Jimmy looked concerned, but nodded. "I bet you do, little girl."

"Don't worry," She told him. "When I'm through I'm gone again."

"Order's up," Gina said, bringing them a bag.

As fast as that was Dean knew the people wanted them out as fast as possible.

Dean started reaching into his pocket for some money.

"Now you put that away," Jimmy said. "It's on the house." He looked at Gina. "Grab a few slices of the pumpkin pie for them too."

"Jimmy you don't have to..." Dorian began.

He cut her off. "Now don't you go sassin me girl. I say it's on the house. Besides when have you ever come to my diner and not had a slice a pie?"

"Well never, but..."

"But nothing, we ain't about to start that now," He said. Ginger added a few more boxes to their bags. Jimmy pulled Dorian into another hug. "Now you be sure and come and see me again before you leave."

"I will Jimmy."

Dean took the back and shook Jimmy's hand again. "Thanks."

"Not a problem, son."

They walked out, all eyes still on them.

"What the hell was that about?" Dean asked her.

"Hmm, oh that was Jimmy. The only kind person left in this town."

"That I gathered."

Dorian shrugged again. "The diner used to be my refuge after my father would beat the pulp out of me. Jimmy would even hide me in the back room so my dad couldn't find me. He was the only one who didn't turn a blind eye to what my dad was doing to me."

"Sounds like a good man."

She smiled. "He is. He'd always give me a slice of pie to cheer me up." She laughed. "It started when I was little, but it just kept going. I'm surprised I don't weigh three hundred pounds."

"Dorian."

She stopped in the middle of the road. She'd heard it again. The voice wasn't familiar, but sure enough someone had called her name.

"What is it?" Dean asked.

"I thought I heard someone calling me."

Dean snorted. "Probably just whispers."

She nodded uncertainly. "Yeah, probably."

They walked back into the motel and started eating.

"How's your head, Sam," Dorian asked when they were done.

He shrugged. "Still hurts like hell."

"I'll grab you some aspirin," She said getting up and going to the bags.

Sam nodded. Big mistake. Suddenly his head felt like it was going to split in two. He cried out and fell to the ground.

"Sam," Dean and Dorian chorused worriedly.

They ran to his side.

"Sam, what is it," Dean asked.

"I don't know," He cried, gripping his head. He cried out again.

Flashes appeared in front of him. Yellow eyes, a blurry face of a man that was familiar. He could hear screams. Then they were gone and so was the pain.

"Sam," Dean yelled. He was holding Sam up by his shoulders. Blood dripped from Sam's nose.

"I'm okay," He said weakly. "I'm okay."

"What the hell was that about?" Dean asked.

"Vision's," Sam said.

"Of what," Dorian asked.

She applied a cold washcloth to his face, cleaning up the blood. Sam hadn't even seen her get it.

"I don't know."

Dean sighed. His brother and Dorian were just getting weirder by the minute. "All right, let's get you off the floor."

Dean and Dorian helped Sam up. He stumbled, but quickly caught his footing. He pulled away from them. "I'm all right."

"Sam, are you sure?" Dorian asked worriedly.

He nodded. "I'm just going to go get cleaned up."

Dorian looked at Dean. "Is he really all right?"

He nodded. "If Sam says he's all right, than he's all right."

Dorian hugged herself. She didn't like this, any of this one bit.

Someone knocked on the door.

Dean grabbed hold of his gun and stuck it in the waist band of his pants. He signaled Dorian to get out of the way and she did, going against the side wall, out of the line of fire.

Dean opened the door, ready to pull his gun, but instead his heart stopped for just a moment. He couldn't believe his eyes. Was it really him? After so long had they found him?

His eyes widened. "Dad?"

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