AN: YAY The holidays are over! I have time to do things again, including updating. I hope that you enjoy the next chapter. I'll be updating a lot more often now.

Chapter 3

John Winchester stood in the doorway looking raggedy in an old pair of blue jeans, a black shirt, and matching jacket.. He looked tired with his disheveled hair and unshaven face. He put a wry smile on his lips. "Hey Dean."

"Dad," Dean said again. He couldn't believe his father was standing in front of him. He reached out and pulled him into a hug. "It's good to see you."

"It's good to see you too son," John said. He pulled back and clapped Dean on the shoulder. "How've you been?"

Dean nodded. "Good, I've been good." He stepped aside and let his father in, quickly closing the door behind him.

"And Sammy?"

"I'm fine," Sam answered for himself coming out of the bathroom.

John smiled, but there was sadness in his eyes. "Hey Sammy."

"Don't hey Sammy me," He said his voice tight with anger. He stalked over so he was right in his father's face. "Where the hell have you been? We've been trying to get a hold of you for months now!"

"I know, Sam and I'm sorry. There were things I had to do."

"Such as?"

"Sam," Dean said warningly.

"Things, dealing with the demon that killed your mom," John told him.

Sam crossed his arms over his chest and clenched his jaw. "Is that all that's important to you? I want to kill this thing as much as you do, dad! It killed Jessica, but I haven't bailed out on my family and not been in contact for months!"

"That's enough," Dean barked.

"No, you did that before," John said, anger building in his voice. "When you decided to go off to college."

Sam laughed sardonically. "God forbid I should want to get an education!"

"Getting an education isn't what this is about and you know it, Sam!" John took a step towards him. "It was about turning your back on your family when we needed you!"

"Needed me? The only reason you needed me..." A hand on his arm stopped him. He looked over to see Dorian standing there.

Suddenly all eyes were on her as though she had just walked in the room. Emotions had been too high for them to notice her. If she had been anywhere else she probably would have felt uncomfortable, but Dean and Sam were her family. She needed to intervene.

"Sam, stop," She said gently. "I know you're angry, but he's your dad. You haven't seen him in a long time. Stop fighting with him long enough to say hi, how are you?"

"Um," John said. "Who are you?"

Dorian turned and smiled at him. "Dorian Adams. I've heard a lot about you. It's nice to finally meet you."

John raised an eyebrow. "Dean?"

"We picked up Dorian a few years ago," Dean explained. "She's a witch, and her home town decided that a vengeful spirit was her fault and tried to burn her in her own house."

John looked back at her. "A witch huh?" She nodded. "Must have been a small town to be so superstitious."

"It was," Dorian told him. "In fact it was this one."

"Ruddington?"

"Yup, and let's just say that I don't think the towns folk are too happy to have me back for this hunt," She told him. She walked over and plopped on the bed.

John shook his head. One problem at a time. "Dean, we need to talk about the hunt."

"So let's talk," Dean said.

"Alone, son," John said knowingly.

Dorian smiled. "I get the hint. You three need to catch up anyways." She jumped off the bed, tripping over her own feet and falling forward. Sam caught her by the arm keeping her from eating the carpet.

"Dorian you can't go out there by yourself," Sam said. "If the Sheriff or someone sees you they might try and grab you."

"Don't worry about me, Sammy," She said. "I'm just going back over to the diner. Jimmy'll keep me hidden in the back room if there's any trouble. He won't let anything happen to me."

"Dorian," Dean began to argue.

"Stop worrying," She said. She wiggled her fingers. "Remember, magick hands. I can handle myself a lot better now. I'll be fine." She looked back at Sam. "Try and be civil all right?"

He nodded.

"I'll be back in an hour." She walked out leaving the three men alone.

"You two joined forces with a witch?" John asked almost outraged. "Didn't I teach you two to only count on me and each other?"

"Well we haven't been able to count on you in the almost the last two years dad," Sam snapped.

"So what you dragged this girl out of a burning house and thought it would be a good idea for her to tag along," John yelled.

"There's a lot more to it than that," Dean said coming to Dorian's defense. "Her skills have helped us out extremely. She's damn good at what she does."

John shook his head. "You know what, we don't have time for this. We'll talk about the girl later."

"Her name is Dorian," Sam told him.

"Fine, we'll talk about Dorian later. Right now we need to talk about the hunt."

"What about it," Dean asked.

John walked over and sat on the bed. "These disappearances have something to do with the demon that killed your mother."

"What," Sam asked, walking over to him. "Are you sure? How do you know?"

"I've been tracking this thing for the last two years," John told them. "I was always one step behind it, but it's here. I know it is." He rubbed his face tiredly. "These disappearances have to do with some sort of..."

"Ritual sacrifice," Dean finished. "We gathered that."

John smiled proudly. "You figured it out, that's good."

"Actually Dorian did," Sam informed him. "I put together that all the disappearances were during the full moon. Dorian told us that it was probably for human sacrifice."

John raised an eyebrow. "And how does she know about that?"

"Because Missouri taught her," Dean told him. "We left her there for a while to hone her powers after she got attacked by an incubus. She got pretty roughed up."

"That's exactly why she shouldn't be apart of this," John told them. "It's dangerous."

"And she can handle it," Sam snapped. "Why are you trying to trash her? If she couldn't have handled it that incubus would have killed her, but she broke out of it's hold and held it off until we got there."

"I'm not trying to trash her, Sam," He said, standing up. "This is a dangerous life. She could get herself, or worse one of you two killed."

"She can handle herself," Dean told his father. He was getting sick of the Dorian bashing. "I thought you said we needed to talk about the hunt."

John nodded. "You're right. Back to the matter at hand." He sat back down. "The full moon is in two nights. I've done some digging. There's a few rituals that take human sacrifice over time. Two that need exactly five over the course of five months on the full moon." He sighed. "One is to bring back someone who died, which the demon has no use for. The second is to gain power from evil."

"But the demon is already strong," Sam said. "He doesn't need anymore power."

"No," John said. "He may want it, but that's unlikely. He's the most powerful we've come across. I'm willing to bet that he's one of the strongest."

"Which means that a person is working with the demon," Dean said. "Trying to gain power of their own."

John nodded.

Dean snorted. "And this town thought Dorian was the evil one."

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Dorian knelt in front of her mother's grave. She left the motel and started for the diner, but then she had a sudden urge to visit the cemetery. Like something was calling to her. She needed to see her mother. It had been over two years since she'd been here. Her father had always forbid her from going to her mother's grave. Like most things, she hadn't listened to him. She would sneak out when he wasn't paying attention, going to her mothers grave mostly at night when her father was asleep.

She laughed. "Two years later and I'm still sneaking mom. For different reason's true. I couldn't go back to the diner and possibly get Jimmy into trouble." She sighed and pulled some weeds out of the grave. "One day I'm going to get you a new headstone. Something that has more than just your name and dates." She sat on the ground and began playing with the grass. "Dean and Sam, they saved me mom. They've done real good by me, especially with all the crap I've given them. For some reason, I think you sent them to me."

"It wouldn't surprise me," A voice said behind her.

Dorian jumped up and whirled around. A man stood behind her. He had short, shaggy black hair streaked with gray and blue eyes. Her heart jumped in her throat as she found herself staring at a scary familiar face. She found herself staring at her father. There was no way in hell. He was dead. She had seen him die.

"I can't believe it's really you," He said breathlessly. "It's been twenty years since the last time I saw you. You look so much like your mother."

Dorian took a wary step back. Sounded like her father tone wise, but didn't sound like him personality wise. "Who are you?"

He smiled sadly. "I should have known Rick wouldn't have said anything. I'm Rodney Adams. His twin. Dorian, I'm your uncle."

"My uncle?" She whispered. "Twin?"

Rodney nodded. "Sadly yes. Your father didn't always live in Ruddington. You're mother either."

"Why haven't you ever come around before," Dorian asked curiously. She had an uncle she'd never even heard of. A man her father had never mentioned and that she was almost petrified to look at.

"You're father didn't want me to," Rodney said simply. "I came to Alexus's funeral and then not again until I heard that Rick had died. I was worried when no one seemed to know what happened to you."

"You didn't look very hard," Dorian snapped. She wasn't trying to be rude, but she was wary of this guy. Suddenly she had an uncle who was her father's twin. That was a bit coincidental. "Didn't put out a missing person's report or anything." She hadn't even known he existed. No phone calls, no pictures of him in the house. Her father had never even mentioned him.

"I was wary about doing it," He admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "The stories surrounding Rick's death were strange. Some believed you were responsible."

Dorian sucked in a breath. "Yeah I got blamed for a lot in this town. I've got the scars to prove it. Did they tell you that they tried to kill me? That they tied me to the stairwell in my old house and tried to burn it down with me inside?"

His eyes widened.

She laughed bitterly. "I'll take that as a no. I didn't kill my father, or anyone else in this town." Not on purpose anyway. She had just wanted to speak with her mother, find out the truth. "The town has blood on their hands. Did dear old dad, tell you that they killed mom? That they did the same thing to her as they did to me, only they succeeded? I bet they didn't tell you that either. I was 3 years old! I was just a baby and they murdered her. They have no right..."

"Dorian, calm down," Rodney said. "I believe you. Let's just go back to my place. We'll talk, catch up."

Dorian was so not ready for that. She shook her head. "No, I've got to get back to my friends. They'll worry."

"Dorian..."

"I've got to go." She took off and ran from the graveyard.

When she made it back into town her heart was racing, her mind was pounding. What the hell had just happened? She had met a man in her family verbally attacked him and ran. She hadn't meant to do that. This homecoming was becoming more complicated by the second.

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