AN: Hey guys, sorry the chapter's just been sitting, stagnant on my computer for a while cause well, I found out I'm pregnant! Woo Hoo! My husband and I are really excited. I've been a bit tired and blah lately though. Apparently comes with the first trimester lol. Anyways I'll try to get some more chapters up. Enjoy!

Chapter 6

Dean and John walked into the motel room. Sam was sitting down, resting his feet on the table. Dean looked around the room and noticed Dorian wasn't there.

"Where is she," He asked.

"Don't know," Sam replied nonchalantly.

Dean raised an eyebrow. "You don't know?"

"Nope."

Dean nodded and smiled. "I get it. This is a funny ha ha right? Dorian's hiding in the shower or something right? You guys just wanted to freak me out." When his brothers expression didn't change he got a sinking feeling in his gut. "Right, Sam?"

"She took off about half an hour ago," Sam told him clasping his hands behind his head.

"You're serious," Dean asked, anger flaring up. When Sam nodded, he exploded. "And you just let her walk out? She's out roaming the streets of a town that would gladly murder her in a second! What the hell were you thinking?"

Sam shrugged. "She needs us to trust her."

"This has nothing to do with trusting her," He yelled. "This has to do with twenty something people ready to throw her into the first fire they can make!" He shook his head. "I'm going after her."

He started for the door, but Sam jumped up and blocked his path. "No."

"Get out of my way Sam." His voice was low in a suddle warning.

"Dean, just listen to me," Sam said. He held up his hands warding off his brothers next verbal attack. "Dorian thinks that we don't believe in her. She's got it in her head that we don't have any confidence in her. That we don't think she can take care of herself."

"You've got to be kidding me," He yelled. "She laid a guilt trip on you and you let her go!"

"She's not a child! Hell she's only a few years younger than I am! She's sick of us always protecting her Dean! She needs us to trust that she can handle things herself!"

He ran a hand through his hair. "Sam, I know Dorian can handle herself! I've seen her do it, but she can't handle an entire town on her own!"

"She thinks the reason we sent her to Missouri is because we don't have confidence in her," Sam told him. "We need to let her know that we believe she's capable of taking care of herself."

"If you trust Dorian the way you say you do," John interrupted. "Then why are you so quick to go after her? Sam's right. If you think she's capable than don't run out the door after her."

Dean had almost forgotten his father was in the room. "You don't even know her. You don't know what she's capable of or what she's not." He turned back to Sam. "She's one girl. Most of this town has it out for her. I don't care what kind of control she has over her powers. She can't face them all. I'm going after her." He opened the door.

"Dean..." Sam tried again.

"You shouldn't have let her go in the first place," Dean told him. He walked out, slamming the door behind him. He couldn't believe Sam had been so stupid. He had let Dorian go off by herself in this town of all places. Dean knew word had gotten around by know that she was back in town and if someone found her alone, they might try to have another witch hunt. Dean didn't want that to happen again. Dorian had been through enough.

He jumped in his car and started the ignition. He had a feeling he knew where she went.

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Dorian stood in front of her father's grave. It was much more than a tombstone. She stared at the winged angel in disgust. The inscription sickened her more. The town claiming him as some sort of Christian saint. A man who tried to keep evil at bay, a family man who only did the best. He didn't deserve it.

Dorian didn't even know why she was here. She had heard her name called again. People whispering as she walked down the street, though they made no advance towards her. She realized that they probably heard what happened at the bar. Small town, news travels fast.

She couldn't deal with the stares from everyones eyes. Accusing, all of them. She wanted to come to the cemetery again, visit her mothers grave alone this time, but somehow she found herself drawn to her fathers plot. She didn't know why. She hated the man. Hated him for everything he had done to her and her mother.

"Well, well, well," A familiar voice said behind her. "If it isn't the little witch bitch herself."

Dorian groaned and turned towards him. He looked the same. Brown hair, brown eyes, a little pudgy around the middle. He was wearing his tan sheriff's uniform and a matching hat. The same outfit he had worn the night he tried to burn her at the stake.

"You've got a lot of nerve coming back to this town, girl," He said, tilting his hat back. "After all the people you killed." Venom seeped into his voice.

Dorian didn't flinch. She was passed being scared of this town and the people who resided in it. "I didn't kill anyone. You and the rest of this town caused those deaths by murdering my mother."

Cochran crossed his arms over his chest. His eyes narrowed. "No, you and your mothers black magick did that." He took a step towards her. Dorian stood her ground. "We told your father to kill you with your mother. He wouldn't though. Said you were an innocent child. Your mother had chosen her fate, but no not you. He would teach you the path to God."

Dorian snorted. "Yeah he'd show it to me, by beating me with the bricks from the path. My father was an abusive monster and none of you did anything to stop him!"

"He was trying to make a good Christian girl out of you," He spat. "The only reason I let Marion hang out with you was because I thought your father had the devil part of you under control! I should have listened to my gut, and not let you anywhere near her. I should have made sure you burned in that fire with your mother than none of this would have happened."

Dorian sighed. This was getting old. Even after Cochran had seen her mothers spirit, he still blamed Dorian. "You know what Sheriff, maybe you should take responsibility for your daughters death. You and everyone else who had a hand in murdering an innocent woman."

Cochran reached out and slapped Dorian across the face before she had time to blink. She slowly brought her gaze back to him. She touched the blood that was now oozing down her chin. Cochran had busted her lip open.

"I'm warning you now, Sheriff," She said in a low voice. "If you touch me again, you will regret it."

"You think your mother was innocent," He yelled ignoring what she had said. "You think she was so perfect! She murdered three people! Ripped their hearts from their chest and used them in some sacrifice!"

"Liar!" Dorian shot back. "She would never do anything like that!"

"We found her over the body of the last victim," He told her. "She was covered in the man's blood! Face it Dorian, you're mother was devil incarnate, and you're just like her!"

"Go to hell you bastard," She said, tears filling her eyes. Her mother wouldn't have...couldn't have. Cochran was just trying to get a rise out of her. The worst part was, it was working.

"I'm telling you right now," He said clenching his fists. "If don't want anything bad to happen, you need to go get your friends, get out of town, and don't ever come back."

"And what I'm just supposed to walk away from the people who are disappearing," Dorian said. "Oh wait, I'm sure you want to blame that on me too, right? I can tell you it's something supernatural, Sheriff. Something that neither my mother or I had anything to do with."

"Yeah if you had nothing to do with it, how do you know it's not supernatural?"

She shrugged. "Because I'm not a narrow minded, racist, bigoted, jerk?"

He raised his hand to her again.

"Sheriff," Rodney yelled walking up. "What's going on here?"

Dorian had flinched from his voice. He sounded like her father, he looked like her father, and to be honest she just wasn't very comfortable being around him.

"Hello Rodney, how are you doing," Sheriff Cochran asked dropping his hand.

He walked over beside Dorian, who subconsciously took a step away from him. "I'm fine, but I'd really love to know what's going on here. Is there a reason you just had your hand raised to my niece?"

Sheriff Cochran didn't know what to say. "Rodney..."

"It's nothing," Dorian said, covering for him. She didn't know why. "We were just having a discussion."

"Then why are you bleeding?" He reached out a hand and Dorian jumped back. "Dorian, I wasn't..."

"I think I should be going," Cochran said, seeing the tension between them and knowing that was his excuse to leave. Without another word he turned and walked away.

Rodney watched him leave and then turned his attention back to Dorian. "Did he hit you?"

Dorian sighed and shook her head. "Look, it doesn't matter."

"Yes it does," Rodney said. "He hurt you." Sadness seeped into his eyes. "Apparently not as much as your father did though."

"Like I said, it doesn't matter. He's just a jerk. No one wants me in this town. He was just relaying the message."

"By force it would seem."

"What the hell!" Dean asked, running up to Dorian. He saw the blood on her face and anger boiled inside him. He turned to Rodney. "You're supposed to be dead!"

"Dean..."

"I'm..."

Before anyone could finish their sentence Dean swung out, punching Rodney across the face. Rodney stumbled back and fell on the ground.

"Dean!" Dorian exclaimed, pushing past him. She knelt next to Rodney who was holding onto his nose. "Are you all right?"

"I think my nose is broken," He said nasally.

Dorian glared up at Dean. "What the hell were you thinking?"

"Why are you defending him?" Dean asked.

"He's not my father you idiot," She looked back at Rodney and softened her voice. "He's my uncle."

"What about the blood on your face?"

"Cochran did that," She snapped. "Dean Winchester, meet Rodney Adams. My father's twin brother."

Dean suddenly felt like a very big ass. He hadn't meant to go off like he did, but he saw blood on Dorian's face and then this man who looked so much like her father, which apparently was expected since he was twins with the guy.

He leaned down and helped Rodney to stand. "Sorry." He said it, but he didn't sound like he meant it.

"It's all right," Rodney said, waving it off. "Under the circumstances I can understand why you would be protective of her."

"That still doesn't give him the right to haul off hitting people," Dorian said, checking over Rodney's face.

"How the hell was I supposed to know," Dean said defensively. "You said you didn't have any other family."

"That's because I didn't know I did! I just found out about Rodney last night when I was..." She trailed off. Suddenly she wished she hadn't said anything at all.

Dean nodded in understanding. "So this is why you decided to get completely smashed and pick a fight last night."

"It was my fault," Rodney intervened. "I happened to be in the graveyard last night as well. I think I may have shocked her."

Dean gave Rodney a once over. "Shock is putting it lightly. I'd say more like scared the hell out of her." He took a step towards the man. "Do you have any idea what her father did to her? The hell he put her through?"

Rodney flinched. "I've heard. While it disgusts me, I can't say it surprises me. I hate what he did to her."

"You both need to stop talking about me like I'm not here," She snapped. They both looked at her as if they had forgotten she was standing there. She shook her head. "I swear I must be able to turn invisible and not know it."

"Dorian," Dean said.

She shook her head. "Forget it. Look, I'm going to go hang out with Rodney for a while. Get to know him a little bit before we high tale it out of here."

"Can I talk to you for a minute alone," He asked.

She nodded. "Yeah."

They walked away from Rodney.

"What's up," She asked Dean.

"Are you sure this is a good idea," Dean asked.

"Why wouldn't it be," She asked. "He's my uncle."

"But you don't know him," He told her. "You don't know anything about him."

Dorian sighed and shoved her hands in her pockets. "You're right. I don't know him. My father never gave me the chance, but Rodney knew my mom." She shrugged. "He can tell me about her, tell me what she was like in life..." She bit her lip. "I can't pass that up."

"I'm not saying you should," He told her, putting his hands on her shoulders. "But that doesn't mean you should go alone."

"What do you think he's going to do?" Dorian asked. "Jump me in the middle of the diner?"

"In case you forgot," Dean snapped. "The whole reason we're back in this town is because something supernatural is going on."

She raised an eyebrow. "And you think Rodney has something to do with it?"

"I doubt it," Dean said honestly. "But just because he's not involved doesn't mean whoever or whatever is involved won't attack you. Now I don't think this Rodney guy can help you if something comes after you."

Dorian pulled away and nodded in understanding. "You don't think I can handle myself."

"It has nothing to do with you handling yourself," Dean told her. "Do you understand that the demon we're up against killed my mother, and Sam's girlfriend! He's probably killed hundreds of others! This demon has a habit of killing the women in our lives! I don't want that to happen to you!"

She covered her eyes with her hands and took a deep breath. She rubbed her face and dropped her hands to her sides. "Look, I get that you're worried about me. I do, but Dean you have to stop this over protectiveness okay! I'm not your mom, I'm not Jess. They knew nothing about this stuff. I do and I have an advantage that they didn't."

"I know that, but what you need to realize is that your not invincible! You jump the gun at every turn and take stupid risks and that's what gets you in trouble!"

"I said I was sorry about last night," She snapped.

"It's not just about last night," He said raising his voice. "You don't think before you do things! You just rush in! That's what got you into trouble at the amusement park and it's what got you in trouble when you got..." He trailed off. The demon was still a touchy subject with Dorian.

She took a step back. Her heel hit a rock and she fell back, landing hard on her butt. Dean went over to help her up, but she knocked his hand away and did it herself.

"You think I wanted that thing in me?" She hissed.

"Is everything okay," Rodney asked walking back over to them.

"Fine," They yelled in unison.

Rodney held up his hands and walked away.

"I know you didn't want to be possessed," He snapped. "But if you had just..."

"Just what, Dean? Waited for you and Sam to come and save the day? Half the people at that party would have been dead! The demon would have been gone! I couldn't just stand there and do nothing!"

"No," He said lowering his voice. "But you didn't have to what you did either."

She nodded and crossed her arms over her chest. "You're right, I didn't, but you didn't have to electrocute yourself to kill that one demon either, but you did."

"That was different," Dean said defensively.

"How?"

"I did what I had to do to give Sam and those kids enough time to get out!"

"Yeah," She said. "You did and I did what I had to do to make sure that my friends made it out of that party still breathing. You see, it's not so different, Dean. I did the same thing you've done a hundred times!" She shrugged.

"I don't want you to be like me," He snapped. Dean sighed and shoved his hands in his jacket pockets. "Dorian, you shouldn't have to put your life on the line all the time. Me and Sam we pulled you into this and we never should have done that. We should have taken you somewhere that you could have started a new life and left. You'd be a lot safer." Dorian flinched at his words and Dean's chest tightened.

"So you regret having me with you and Sam is that it," She asked, her voice shaking.

"In a way, yeah," He replied. Her eyes began to tear up and his throat tightened. "Dorian, you'd be so much safer without us. If we had just left you someplace safe..."

"You did that remember," She hugged herself. "And I wound up being possessed by a demon. Dean, with or without you I'm a magnet for the supernatural, just like Sam. You and Sam took me from here, and you did take me someplace safe. You took me with you!" A tear slid down her cheek. "I'm safest with you and Sam! I just wish you'd trust me!"

"It's not about trusting you," He yelled. He took a deep breath and looked up. He swallowed the lump in his throat and looked back at Dorian. "I trust you, all right! I just couldn't handle it if..."

"If what? If I died?" She laughed bitterly.

"You find that funny," He asked angrily.

She shook her head. "No, I find it sad."

"Why is that," He asked sarcastically.

"Because your torn between either pushing me or away or being overprotective because you care about me." He looked away. "I care about you too, Dean. You and Sam you're the only one's aside from my mom who ever gave a damn about me!" More tears rolled down her face.

"Dorian," He said gently.

"Do you want to know why I didn't want to talk to you or Sam when I was at Missouri's?" She asked, not bothering to hide her emotions anymore. Tears streamed down her face and her voice shook. "Because I couldn't stand to talk to you and not be able to see you! I couldn't stand the fact that you guys were out there and anything could happen to you and I wouldn't be able to help! I thought you didn't want me, that you didn't care and damn it Dean, I couldn't handle that!"

He pulled Dorian into his arms and let her cry. "I'll always care about you, Dorian." Maybe too much. "You're family."

"I need you, Dean," She sobbed into his chest. "And Sam. Please, stop trying to push me away."

"It's all right," He soothed her. "I'm not going anywhere and neither are you."

She cried for a while longer and Dean let her. He figured she needed it. When she had finally calmed down and pulled away they realized that they were alone. Rodney must have taken off. They had completely forgotten about him.

Dorian wasn't too upset, but she did want to talk to him about her mother. See what he knew. That was her main priority for talking to him, but if Rodney knew anything about the missing people that was a bonus.

Since they were alone, and Dorian looked like hell, they thought it was best to go back to the motel. Sam and John were waiting for them anyways.