AN: Oh I'm so glad the boys are on the air! I was going through Winchester Withdrawals!! Well okay not really, I was watching season 1 on dvd and season 2 so far on Tivo lol, but I craved a new fix! LOL So in celebration of the boys being back in town, here's the next chapter. Enjoy.

Chapter 4

"Dean," Jimmy said, a bright smile on his face. "Back again so soon? What can I get for you?"

"I just came in to get Dorian," Dean said. He looked around the small diner. Several of the townspeople were glancing his way, but none of them were the girl he was looking for. "She in the back?"

Jimmy's smile fell into a frown. "Dorian's not here, son. She hasn't been since the two of you came in earlier."

Dean's stomach flip flopped. "Are you sure? She said she was coming over here about an hour and half ago."

He shook his head. "She hasn't been here."

"Thanks Jimmy," Dean turned for the door. He knew he shouldn't have let her out of the motel room alone. Anyone could have her. Cochran could have her. They needed to find her and fast.

"Is she all right," He called after him.

"I hope so," Dean told him. He walked out and quickly ran across the street to the motel. He busted in the door.

"What is it," Sam asked standing up. The way Dean came barreling in the door he knew something was wrong.

Dean looked over at him. "Dorian's missing."

"What do you mean she's missing," Sam asked. "She's supposed to be at the diner."

"But she's not," Dean told him. "Jimmy said she never showed up."

"You think it was the demon," John asked.

Sam shook his head. "No, not the one we're chasing anyways. My bet's on the human monster type."

Dean nodded. His mind wandered back to Cochran. Of course he was just one of so many suspects. Most of the town was on the list. "Let's find her."

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"Give me another one, Ben," Dorian said to the bartender. She had planned on going back to the motel room, but she needed a drink or two or three before she went back. She was trying to wrap the fact that she had an uncle around her mind. An uncle she never knew about. She wondered if there was anymore family that her father never said anything about.

Ben placed another shot in front of Dorian and she quickly knocked it back. "Another."

"Dorian," Ben said warningly. "You've had enough. Why don't you get on out of here before there's trouble."

She glared up at him. Ben had never done anything to her, but he'd never done anything to help her either. Even now he was just worried about what trouble could come to his precious bar. "I said another."

She was already pretty damn drunk. A few more shots and she was going to be completely trashed. Good, that's exactly what she wanted. Trashed meant she could forget, that she didn't have to think. Trashed meant she'd be in oblivion, at least for the night.

She kept her glare on Ben, until finally he sighed and poured her another shot of tequila. She held off on drinking right away, letting the previous shot settle in her belly. She hadn't been in the bar much before she left town. Only on the occasion she would come and find her father so drunk he couldn't even walk, let alone drive.

Large deer eyes stared at her from behind Ben. The same deer head that had been mounted on the wall for years. The whole place looked the same, with it's wooden walls and neon lights. Tapping her foot to the Hank Williams song blaring out of the juke box, Dorian swiveled in her stool.

The bar was pretty empty tonight. Just a few towns folk playing pool. Eyeing her every now and then. She wondered if any of them would try and take a pool stick to the back of her head. She didn't doubt it.

"Well, well, well," A voice said. "It's true then. Dorian Adams is back in town."

Dorian sighed at the unwelcomed voice. She had known the voice since she was a kid. She hated it then and she hated it now. "Go away, Lonnie." She downed the shot. It hit her, fuzzing her up, sending her a little bit farther to that state she wanted to be in.

"Now is that anyway to speak to an old friend," He asked pulling up a stool next to her.

Dorian swiveled around to face him. Lonnie sat there with greasy dark hair falling into his dark eyes. He had a sly smile on his face. His overweight and under brained friends Allen and Tom were standing behind him, arms crossed over their chests as though they were his body gaurds. "You are anything but a friend. You live to torment me." She smiled. "Gee I can't imagine what you've been doing for the last two years. Did you finally learn to read?"

Lonnie's smirk faltered, replaced by a scowl. "You got brave in your old age." He brought a hand up and traced her scar. "That's a new one."

"Get your hands off me, Lonnie," She said narrowing her eyes at him.

"Or what?"

"You don't want to know or what," Dorian said, calmly. "It would be best for you and your friends just to turn around and walk away."

He laughed and grabbed hold of her wrist jerking her so that they were nose to nose. "You trying to threaten me little girl?"

She smiled up at him. "Me?" Before Lonnie could blink Dorian head butted him. He let go of her hand. She grabbed him and pulled her knee up, slamming it into his head. He cried out and she pushed him off the stool onto the floor. She downed her shot. "Hmm, I guess I was. Go away now, Lonnie. Before you and your boys get hurt."

Dorian heard movement behind her and looked over her shoulder. The other patrons of the bar were standing now, some of them holding the pool cue's like weapons. She sighed, knowing it was only going to take a matter of time. "I wouldn't."

They didn't move back, nor did they move forward. They stood their, uncertain. That was fine by Dorian. She didn't want to hurt anyone, well other than Lonnie, but she would if she had to.

"You little bitch," Lonnie said pulling himself up from the ground. He held onto his bleeding nose. He looked at his friends. "Get her."

They advanced on her and Dorian jumped off the bar stool. She was ready for a fight. She formed two energy balls, one in each hand. Tom and Allen stopped.

"I don't think you boys want to do that," John Winchester said, walking into the bar, Dean and Sam behind him. Dean pushed past everyone and went to Dorian.

"You okay?"

She nodded, but didn't take her eyes off the other three.

"No one wants any trouble, right," John continued stepping between them.

"That little bitch broke my nose," Lonnie snapped.

"Trust me it looks better now," Dorian sassed.

Lonnie took a step forward.

"Easy now boy," John said, stepping in front of him. "The kind of trouble your about to throw yourself into is more than you can handle."

Dorian smirked. "Let him step into it. Pay back's a bitch."

"Dorian," Sam said warningly.

Lonnie looked at his boys and nodded towards the door. "This ain't over, Dorian." Even as he said it he was backing out.

"Go to hell, Lonnie," She snapped.

He scowled and walked out the door.

Dorian let the energy balls fizzle out. The adrenaline had knocked back some of the drunkenness, but she was still buzzing pretty hard.

She smiled at the three men. "Well that was fun."

Dean grabbed her by the arm. "Let's go."

"What's wrong with you," She asked, her words slurring a bit.

Dean shoved open the door of the bar, practically dragging Dorian through and looked over at her. "You're drunk."

She smiled up at him. "Not as much as I was before."

Dean came to an abrupt stop jerking Dorian back. It wasn't hard, but she fell back into him. "You think this is funny? That it's a joke?"

Dorian jerked away from him, stumbling back. "I know damn well that none of this is a joke!"

"You told us you were going to the diner," Dean snapped. "That you'd be back in an hour. When you didn't show, we went over and Jimmy said you hadn't been there since we got the food! Instead we find you at a bar getting drunk!"

"Dean calm down," Sam said, noticing the stares they were getting from the few people on the street. They didn't need to draw any more attention to them than they already had.

"No," Dean yelled. "We've got a job to do and she decides it'd be more fun to go out and get drunk!"

"Go to hell Dean Winchester," Dorian snapped. "I haven't been at the bar all night, just for the last half an hour."

He shoved his hands in his pockets. "Really, then where the hell have you been for most of the last two hours?"

"What do you care," She shouted back. "You didn't care when you left me! Why the hell should you care now?"

Dean almost took a step back from the shock of that statement. He'd thought they'd gotten past this. "Oh come on! You're still on this kick! We left you with Missouri for your own good and you know it!"

"No, you left me with Missouri for your own good! I wasn't good enough so instead of helping me you dumped me on someone else's door step! You tossed me the first chance you got and the only reason you brought me back with you was because of what happened with the demon!"

"Dorian, that's not true," Sam said, putting a hand on her shoulder.

She threw his hand off and laughed bitterly. "You've got to be joking. It was your friggin' idea in the first place. You don't care about me either. All you care about is finding the demon and getting revenge for your precious Jessica."

Sam sucked in his breath. His features went tight. Pain and anger flooded through him instantaneously.

"All right, that's enough," John said, coming over and grabbing Dorian by the arm.

"Let go of me," She yelled, trying to pull away from him. Either he was too strong, or she was too drunk but she couldn't get away.

John swung Dorian around and bent over so they were face to face. "Knock it off." He pointed a finger in her face. "You're drunk and trust me you need to stop talking before you dig yourself into a deeper hole."

Dorian glared at him. "Oh and who the hell are you? You disappeared on your sons how long ago? Not a letter, not a call. You wouldn't even answer when they called you for help!" She smiled snidely. "Oh wait, now I know why they disappeared on me."

"Okay, that's it," Dean said, coming over and grabbing Dorian. He hoisted her up over his shoulder and started walking over to the motel.

"Let go of me!" Dorian said, beating on his back. Dean's shoulder pressed into her stomach and nausea boiled up. "Dean put me down or I'm going to puke all over you!"

That was enough for Dean. He quickly put her on the ground. Dorian fell to her knees and began retching the contents of her stomach.

Dean growled. He walked over and pulled her hair back. When she finished vomiting he lifted her into his arms and walked back to the motel. She was out before he even got to the door. He placed her in bed, removing her shoes and tucking her in.

"This is the girl you put your trust in," John asked leaning against the door frame. "A drunk."

"She's not usually like this," Dean snapped.

Sam sat at the small table. "Something must have happened. I've never seen Dorian drunk, ever."

"Not to mention this intentionally cruel," Dean added. "It's like she's possessed all over again."

"She was possessed?" John asked.

"Long story," Dean paced the motel room, glancing over at the pale girl in the bed. Something didn't feel right about this anymore. He shrugged it off, figuring it was just the fact that they brought her back here. Bad memories. That's all it was. Dorian wasn't supposed to come back here, anymore than Dean was supposed to go back to Lawrence.

He stopped pacing and looked at his brother. "Sam, tomorrow you're taking Dorian out of town. It was a bad idea to bring her back here."

Sam crossed his arms over his chest. "She's not going to like that."

"I really don't give a damn what she likes at the moment," Dean yelled. "Look at her! When have you ever known Dorian to be this spiteful? Bringing her here was a bad idea. You take her to the next town over, stay in a motel. Dad and I will finish this hunt and then come and get you."

Sam shook his head. "No way. If the demon's here I'm staying. One thing Dorian said was right. I want revenge for Jessica. She didn't deserve to die that way!"

"No, she didn't," John said. "And neither did your mother, but Dorian is only going to hinder our hunt. We need to figure out what to do with her."

"What do you mean what to do with her," Sam snapped. "We're not going to just dump her somewhere so we can fight the demon. It's not the town. Something happened. Something that drove her to drink."

"You don't think that being here is enough for that," Dean asked. "Come on man every bad memory in her life is from here. Her mom was murdered here, her father beat the hell out of her here, she was an outcast here and she was almost killed here! Who wouldn't be driven to drink from that?"

"No, she was doing okay," Sam said, shaking his head. "She was all right until tonight. She wasn't great, but she was dealing."

John growled. "We don't have time for this. Whatever the girls problem is, we'll deal with it later. We need to deal with the demon now."

"Damn it can't you think of anything else," Dean said. "Dorian is family, dad. Maybe not to you, but to me and Sam she is!"

"Dean you're letting this girl get in the way of doing your job," John said walking over to him. "We've been trying to get this demon for years now and you're willing to let one girl screw it all up!"

"She's not screwing anything up!"

"Okay you know what," Sam said aggravated by the whole situation. "Right now we're all a little on edge. We'll deal with this in the morning."

"Yeah," Dean said, still glaring at his father. "That sounds like a good idea."

John took a deep breath and calmed himself. "We have to get an early start to talk to the families anyways. Which one of you want to bunk with me?"

"We're fine," Dean told him. "I share a bed with Dorian."

John raised an eyebrow.

"It's not like that," Dean said sternly.

"Now I know why she clouds your judgment so much," He said with a smirk.

"For your information she's still a virgin," He snapped. "It's a comfort thing for her!"

John shrugged. "Whatever you say." He grabbed his back off the floor. "Goodnight boys."

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TBC...