AN: Here ya go guys. I'm glad you like it so far. I have more time to write now that I'm sick and lying down most of the time lol. Anyways enjoy.

Chapter 7

Dean and Dorian walked back into the motel room. John and Sam looked up from where they were sitting at the table.

Sam stood up when he saw the blood on Dorian's lip. "What happened?" He went over to her.

Dorian shook her head. "I had a run in with Sheriff Cochran that's all. I'm fine."

"You sure," He asked, turning her face to the side to get a better look. Her chin was already starting to bruise.

She rolled her eyes. "I'm good. I promise."

John leaned back in his chair. "If everyone's all right, then can we get back into the hunt."

Sam turned and glared at his father. He knew that John was right though. They needed to get back to the business at hand.

"Yeah," Dean said. "We need to see if we can figure out who the next target is going to be." He walked over and sat at the table.

"Well," Dorian said. "So far everyone taken had been part of the mob that killed my mom." She plopped down on the bed. "That's a place to start."

"Something I missed," John asked.

"Oh, yeah remember the whole trying to burn me at the stake thing," She asked, leaning back on her elbows. "Yeah, well twenty years ago they did burn my mom at the stake. Dead. The vengeful spirit a few years back that the town blamed me for? Yeah that was her."

"Uh huh," John said, not sure what to make of it all. "And all the victims so far took part in killing your mother?"

Dorian nodded. "Yup."

"Yeah, but you said that there were thirty or so people in that mob," Sam said. "There's a lot of them left and only one more is going to be taken. How are we supposed to narrow it down?"

She shrugged. "Well, like I said before some of them are dead. Other's moved out of town. Four of them were murdered. Of the one's left," She looked up doing the math in her head. "There may be fifteen or so."

"That's still a lot of people to go through," Dean said. "There's got to be another connection between the first four that we don't know about."

"Well the authorities haven't found anything," John said.

Dorian snorted. "Yeah the authorities are Cochran and his goons. They wouldn't be able to make the connection if they had a trail of breadcrumbs to follow."

"Okay, so what do you know about the first four victims," John asked.

"I didn't know much of this town, not really," Dorian told him.

John raised an eyebrow. "You lived in this town your whole life and you don't know the people."

She sat up and leaned tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Well let's see, when my father didn't have me tied down to the bed so he could pray over me, he was usually beating the crap out of me. However on the rare occasion I was allowed out of the house or when I would sneak out I was usually at Marion's since she was my only friend besides Jimmy in this town. Either that or at my mothers grave." She looked at John. "So no, I really didn't know the narrow minded murderers of the Ruddington. Sorry to disappoint you."

John looked ready to blow a gasket and Sam smirked. Anything that got under his father's skin made him smile.

"Okay then, Sarcastic Sally," Dean said, trying to cut through the tension in the air.

Dorian held her hands up. "Sorry. It's been a long day."

"It's only one o'clock," Sam said. "You weren't even gone two hours."

Dorian dropped her head in her hands and groaned.

"You gonna tell him," Dean asked.

Sam looked back and forth between the two of them. "Tell me what?"

Dorian groaned again and waved at Dean to tell him.

Sam looked over at his brother. "Dean?"

"Can this wait?" John asked impatiently.

Dean shook his head. "I don't think so. In fact I think it might have something to do with what's going on."

Dorian's head shot up. "What?"

"Come on you don't find it a little coincidental?"

"You think it has something to do with the demon," She asked. Dorian shook her head. She wasn't going to believe that. "No, no way."

"Care to let the rest of us in on whatever you're talking about," John asked.

Dean looked at his dad and then to Sam. "Dorian supposedly has an uncle."

"Supposedly," She asked standing up. "How is it supposedly? He's the identical twin of my father! I think it's a pretty safe bet!"

"It just seems a little suspicious to me," Dean told her.

"Wait a minute," Sam said, leaning forward, resting his elbows on the table. "Identical twin?"

Dorian nodded. "Yeah, his name is Rodney. I met him at the cemetery the night I got drunk." She rolled her eyes. "That's more or less the reason I got drunk." She looked at Dean. "And earlier you said he probably didn't have anything to do with what's going on!"

He shrugged. "Yeah but the more I think about it, the more I find it really strange that we come back here, and two times you go the cemetery and he's there both times."

"Well, yeah okay," She conceded. "I can see how that looks, but come on Dean! There's no way he's involved!"

"Why exactly did you go the cemetery that night," Dean asked. "I mean I know your moms buried there, but why the sudden urge?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. I was heading for the diner and..." Her brows pushed together and a pensive look came over her face.

"And what," John asked, scooting onto the edge of his seat. He was looking at her with interest now.

Dorian looked up at the three men staring at her. "It was almost like someone was calling me there."

"What do you mean?" Dean asked.

She rubbed her face tiredly. "Okay, ever since I've been here..."

"Dorian."

She jumped off the bed. "That!"

They all stood up looking around the room. Dean and John both pulled their guns. Sam walked over beside Dorian.

"What is it," He asked.

"Dorian."

She whirled around. "Okay you seriously didn't hear that?"

"Hear what," John asked.

"A voice," She said. "Calling my name."

"I didn't hear anything," John told her.

"Me either," Sam said.

Dean shook his head.

Sam went to ask Dorian a question, but a searing pain shooting through his skull turned his question into a strangled cry.

"Sam," Dean said worriedly.

He fell to his knees and Dorian grabbed onto him. "Sam!"

He latched onto Dorian's arm and cried out. Dorian cried out too, but not from his vice grip on her arm. Her head felt like it was going to explode.

Sam fell into his vision. It was a dark room, a basement. He, his father, and Dean were sitting on the floor tied up. Dean was bleeding from a large gash in his forehead. Sam had black and blue marks covering his face. John was hunched over so Sam couldn't see the extent of his damage.

Voices drew his attention to the other side of the room. A shrouded figure stood over an altar. He was speaking in Latin. It was a spell. He looked up over at the three men. The hood concealed the man's face, but one feature was abundantly clear. Yellow eyes glowed from the darkness, staring menacingly at the three Winchesters.

He saw Sam and Dean struggling against their bonds and took a step closer to them. "Just relax. This will be over soon and everyone will have want they want." He chuckled. "Well except for you three. You've caused so much trouble, but it ends tonight."

"Go to hell," Dean spat.

He laughed heartily. "I've been there, thank you. It's a real nice place. Don't worry though. You'll get to see it first hand."

He grabbed the athame from the altar. He turned away from them, and walked to the other corner. Two figures Sam hadn't noticed before were sitting in the corner. They were both bound and gagged as well. One of them was an old man. The other was a wide eyed, beaten up, frightened looking Dorian.

The shrouded figure walked over to her. He caressed the side of her face with the athame, tracing her scar that the demon had left on her. "You can still join me. I can erase all the scars on your body. Erase your past and give you a better life. What do you say?"

Dorian shook her head vigorously, screaming something muffled through her gag.

The shrouded figure sighed and pulled the knife away. "Very well then." He moved over to the old man. Dorian shouted through her gag in protest, but the yellow eyed man ignored her. He sliced the old man's throat, pulling out a small chalice that Sam hadn't noticed before. Tears rolled down Dorian's cheeks, soaking into her gag as the cup filled with the old man's blood.

Sam's pain subsided and he released his grip on Dorian. She quickly scurried away from him pushing herself into the bed. Her entire body was shaking. Her head was pounding and she wanted to throw up.

Dean helped Sam sit up. "What did you see?"

Sam pinched the bridge of his nose, waiting for the last bit of pain to subside. "The demon is definitely here."

John knelt on the other side of Sam. "You're sure?"

He nodded. He told them about the vision, right up to the old man dying.

"It was Jimmy," Dorian said, quietly. Her violent shaking now only tremors. "Jimmy is his next victim."

Dean looked over at her, eyes wide. "You saw it?"

Drawing her knees up to her chest she nodded. She hugged her legs tightly. "When Sam latched onto me something happened. I got sucked in with him."

Dean moved to her side. "Are you all right?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"You're shaking," He said.

She waved him off. "I'm just not used to it."

"That's never happened before," Sam said standing up. "You've never gotten pulled in before."

She looked at him. "You've never touched me while having a vision before either." She pressed her palms into her eyes. Her head was still pounding. "Please don't ever do it again."

Dean placed an arm around her waist and lifted her, helping her onto the bed. He massaged the back of her neck. "Are you sure you're all right?"

"A couple aspirin wouldn't hurt," She told him.

Dean walked into the bathroom, returning a moment later with a small cup of water and two white tablets. Dorian gratefully took the medicine from Dean and quickly downed it, praying that they kick in fast.

Sam went to stand and John tried to help him, but Sam pulled away ignoring the hurt in his fathers eyes. He strolled over over and sat next to Dorian on the bed. "Why exactly did that happen?"

Dorian shrugged. "Hell if I know." She shuddered. "As long as it never happens again that's great by me."

Sam smirked and rubbed her back. "Believe me, I know how you feel."

She nodded and leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder.. He wrapped his arm around her holding her close. "So now we know who the next victim is, but why Jimmy? He never did anything to hurt my mom or me. The pattern changed."

"Well maybe we weren't looking at the right pattern," John said, claiming his chair again. "Maybe it doesn't have to do with the mob that killed your mother."

"We'll have to check back into the victims," Dean said. "There has to be some other connection we're not seeing."

Dorian yawned. The vision had taken a lot out of her. Sam never seemed this tired afterwards. "I'll ask Jimmy. He runs the diner and everyone goes there. He might know something that could connect the four of them. Besides since he's apparently the next one going to be sacrificed I think we should keep a close eye on him."

"I agree," Sam said. "Maybe we can stop my vision from happening completely if we catch the guy when he goes after Jimmy."

"Whoever this guy is, is apparently possessed," John said. "Either willingly or not, but if this is the same guy who summoned him..." John shrugged. "I think it's safe to say it's willingly."

"We still don't know how to kill the demon," Dean added.

"Banishing spell," Dorian said groggily. "I could whip one up. I could have it set by the full moon tomorrow night, but that means you guys have to keep an eye on Jimmy." Her eye lids were growing heavy.

Looking over at her, Sam smirked. "I think you need to take a nap. These things can take a lot out of a person. Believe me I know."

"Mmmhmm," She said, already half asleep on his shoulder.

She drug herself off Sam's shoulder and scooted farther into the bed. As soon as her head hit the pillow she was asleep.

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