AN: Here ya go. I hope you enjoy as much as I do writing it. I just wanted to say, that I know I said I was pregnant a few chapters back and I was, but that's not the case anymore. No sorry's or anything. Shit happens right? I just wanted to get that out there before people ask me how it's going. So no comments on the drama. Only on the story. Enjoy. :)

Chapter 9

Dorian was lying on the bed staring at the ceiling. She heard the shuffle of cards where Jimmy and Sam sat playing Rummy. She hadn't been in the mood to play. Her mind was somewhere else.

Mainly she was wondering if Dean and John had found Rodney yet. She hated the fact that she was stuck in the motel room while they were facing down her rat bastard of an Uncle. She couldn't believe, well okay actually she could believe that Rodney was behind this. She didn't want to, but the fact was that Dorian's family hadn't been the best in mind or heart. She thought maybe Rodney would be different, but the fact was, she had been wrong and it crushed her.

"Gin," Jimmy called out, laying his cards down.

Sam dropped his head and sighed. He looked back up at Jimmy with a smirk on his face. "You've got to be kidding me! That's four hands in a row!"

Jimmy chuckled. "Well son, what can I say? I guess I'm just lucky."

Sam pushed his cards next to the old man. "No one's that lucky." He leaned back in his chair and stole a glance at Dorian. She hadn't said two words since they met back at the motel. She had just shrugged off her jacket and fallen into bed.

Dorian was on alert, Sam could tell that much. If so much as a mouse scurried across the carpet, Sam knew Dorian would be on top of it. That's not what had him concerned.

What had him worried was the look on Dorian's face, or rather the lack their of. She had been expressionless since they got back, which for Dorian was unusual. Sam knew something was up. Something Dorian wasn't telling him.

A knock on the door jerked Dorian up from her position on the bed. Sam gestured Jimmy towards the bathroom and the man quickly took off. Sam pulled out his gun, and waved Dorian to the back side of the door. She got into place and nodded at Sam.

Creaking the door open, Sam kept a neutral face when he saw who was on the other side, despite the fact he wanted to strangle the man standing there. Two reasons for that really. One, was because the man looked just like Dorian's father and two because he knew it was in fact Rodney and that man was playing games with a demon.

Rodney smiled at Sam uncertainly. "I'm not sure I have the right room. The desk clerk said that Dorian Adams was staying here?"

Dorian's eyes widened hearing the voice. She walked over and jerked the door open. "Rodney," She said, acting and actually surprised. "What are you doing here?"

He scratched the back of his head and looked her nervously. "Well, um, I took off the other day from the graveyard because well, you and your friend seemed to have some issues to work out." He didn't notice Sam raise an eyebrow at Dorian. "But I was wondering if we could talk. Catch up a little. Maybe I can tell you some about your mom."

That was a stab to Dorian's heart. The man standing in front of her was willing to sacrifice her and her friends to this demon for whatever sort of power he was going to gain and yet he stood here, acting like some concerned and earnest long lost family member. She wanted to slap him, spit in his face, blast an energy ball at his sorry ass. Instead she said, "Yeah, that would be nice." She stepped aside. "Come on in."

Sam looked at her questioning when Rodney walked past them. She gave him a knowing look in return and shut the door.

"Oh um, Rodney, this is my friend Sam. Sam this is Rodney, my uncle."

Rodney held out a hand to Sam and the younger man reluctantly shook it. "Nice to meet you."

Sam nodded. "Same." He didn't like this, but he knew what Dorian was up to and he was going to have to play along.

Dorian gestured towards the table and Rodney took a seat. Sam went to go and do the same but Dorian gave a slight shake of her head, barely noticable. Sam raised an eyebrow but went at sat on the bed. She walked over to the table and sat on the edge.

"I don't really know where to start," Rodney said, running a hand nervously through his hair. He gave her a small smile.

"Well how about we start at the part where you tell us about the deal you made with a demon," Dorian said bluntly.

Rodney's eyes went wide in surprise. Surprise Dorian knew was false. "What are you talking about?"

Dorian stood up and slowly walked behind him. "You know exactly what I'm talking about you son of a bitch!" She walked past him, around the table. "The demon, the same yellow eyed bastard who's after Sam and his family." She came back to the beginning, closing the circle. Making sure she was on the outside Dorian breathed a word of power into the circle.

"Dorian," Rodney said, standing up. He walked towards her, yelping when he bounced off the invisiable barrier. "What the hell is this?" He asked, reaching out with his hands and gently touching the unseen prison. He looked over at Dorian, features slightly frightened. "My God, you are a witch!"

Dorian crossed her arms over her chest and smirked. "Proud of it too. It helps to stop sorry ass people like you!"

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

"Save it," Sam said, standing up and walking over to stand beside Dorian. "We know you're the one behind the disappearances. That you're sacrificing these people for a ritual with the demon."

Rodney's jaw just hung there gaping. If Dorian didn't know what she did she'd say that Rodney truly was innocent judging by the look on his face. She wasn't that naïve, not anymore. She looked at Sam. "Call Dean. Tell him we've got Rodney." He nodded and pulled out his phone. Dorian walked over to the bathroom and knocked on the door. "It's all right Jimmy. You can come out now." When he didn't come out she knocked again. "Jimmy?" She looked nervously at Sam and then opened the door to find an empty bathroom. "Sam, he's gone!" She stalked back over to Rodney. "Where is he?"

Rodney sighed and fell back into his chair. "I told you, I don't have any idea what you're talking about."

Sam hung up his phone and turned to Dorian. "He must have a partner. Someone who pulled Jimmy out of the window."

"Why didn't he call for help?"

Sam shook his head. "I don't know. Maybe the guy knocked him out before he could say anything."

Dorian groaned and fell onto the bed, dropping her head into her hands. "This is becoming complicated." She looked up at Rodney. "Who are you working with?"

"I don't have a partner," Rodney pleaded. "I'm not behind this! I don't even know what this is!"

She stood up and stalked over to Rodney. She bent slightly so that they were face to face on opposite sides of the barrier. "Understand something, Uncle, this circle is mine. My power, my magick, and no one can open it but me."

"Why are you doing this, Dorian? I'm not your father!"

Dorian tensed. "You son of a bitch!" She shot out her hand a large energy ball already formed in it. Rodney stepped back, eyes wide in fear.

Sam put a hand on her shoulder and gently squeezed. "If you kill him, he can't tell us who his partner is."

Dorian shrugged off his hand. "He's not going to tell us anyways. Might as well kill him now."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Rodney pleaded hysterically. "This is crazy! I haven't killed anyone! I don't know anything about any of this!"

Dorian raised an eyebrow to Sam. She opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by the door to the motel opening. They looked over to see Dean and John walk in. Dorian closed her hand, letting the energy ball fizzle out.

"Why the hell isn't he tied up," John asked.

Dean smirked. "If I know Dorian, I don't think Rodney's going anywhere."

"No," Dorian said crossing her arms over her chest. "He's not, but he's got a partner, or there's another demon involved or something."

"How do you figure," John asked. "Sam only saw one guy in his vision."

"Jimmy disappeared out of the bathroom," Sam explained. "Someone or something took him out of the window while Rodney was locked in the circle."

John raised an eyebrow. "Circle?"

Dorian sighed. "Yeah," She gestured towards Rodney. "No one can get in or out unless I break the circle." John walked over, holding his hands out in front of him. Dorian shook her head and turned to Dean. "He's not talking. Keeps saying he has no idea what's going on."

"Because I don't!" Rodney insisted. "You're insane!" He shook his head and fell into his seat. "I never thought that the rumors were true. I know that what Rick did to you was horrible, but I never thought..."

Dorian whirled around. "Thought what? That I killed my father!" She started walking backwards around the circle. "You know, everyone in this town says I'm a murderer. No proof, no evidence. Hell they tried to burn me at the stake, but I'm the evil one." She stopped and breathed a word of power into the circle, this time breaking it. She snapped her hand open, a large energy ball fizzling in the palm of her hand. "Since I seem to always be the one accused, maybe I should actually commit a crime."

"Whoa," Dean said, stepping in her way. "Calm down."

Dorian glared up at him. "Get out of my way Dean!"

Rodney went to move, but John put a hand on his shoulder and shook his head. "I wouldn't."

"You need to calm down," Dean told her.

"Why? Why should I calm down? Everyone in this town is so certain I'm guilty! Might as well make them right!" She went to push past him and Dean grabbed her by the arm.

"Okay, let's go for a walk."

Dorian fizzled out the energy ball, not wanting to accidentally hit Dean with it. She dug her heels into the carpet. "No, he's my Uncle. I'll find out what he knows."

"Not if you kill him first," Dean said sarcastically, jerking her towards the door. He looked over at Sam. "We'll be back in a few minutes." He pushed her outside.

"I wasn't really going to hurt him," Dorian said, pulling away from him and crossing her arms over her chest.

Dean nodded and shoved his hands in his pockets. "I know."

"Then why'd you pull me out of there," She asked, strolling next to him.

"To let Rodney think you would if given the chance." He smirked at her and she smiled back. "Let dad and Sam work him over for a while."

Dorian's smile faded. "All right, but what do we do about Jimmy? I mean someone's got him and they're going to sacrifice him."

"We've got plenty of time before the full time tonight," Dean told her, draping an arm across her shoulders. "We'll find him before then."

Dorian stumbled over her own foot. She gave out a small squeel on the way to the sidewalk. Dean kept hold of her and jerked her back up before her knee's hit. She smiled up at him. "Thanks."

He smirked. "One day you'll learn to walk."

"Ha, ha!"

He chuckled. "Hey it's not my fault you never learned the basic skills..."

She elbowed him in the ribs.

"Hey!"

She pointed a finger at his nose. "Be nice!"

He smacked her hand away. "You trying to make me go cross eyed?"

"It'd be an improvement."

"Funny!"

She shrugged and smiled at him. "I try."

"Yeah, yeah."

Dorian shoved her hands in her pockets and they started walking again. "I'm sorry."

He glanced over at her. "What for?"

"Well I've been thinking ever since we had that talk in the graveyard."

"What about?"

"About how selfish I've been," She said, staring straight ahead.

"What are you talking about," Dean asked, extremely confused.

Dorian sighed heavily. "This whole time I've been thinking that you left me behind because of something I did. Something that made you not trust me. Only it was never about it me. I could be better at this stuff than you and Sam and you probably still would have left me at Missouri's." She watched Dean shove his hands in his pockets, but he didn't move to say anything so she continued. "I never realized you were scared."

Dean stepped in front of her. "Hey, I'm not scared of anything!"

Dorian shook her head. "Liar.

"Dorian."

She stopped abruptly causing Dean to do the same.

He looked over at her. "What is it?"

"Dorian."

She looked around, but there was nothing out of the ordinary. A few pedestrians walking around, throwing glances or glares her way, but other than that there was nothing. She heard the voice calling her again. Before she knew what she was doing she was walking towards the sound.

"Dorian."

"Dorian!" Dean shouted, whirling her around to face him. Dizziness swept over her and she sagged forward. "Whoa!" He reached out and caught her, pulling Dorian into his arms. "Dorian," He questioned worriedly. He pushed her hair out of her face. "Dorian you all right?"

Dorian nodded groggily. Her head was pounding, but she'd be fine. Dean helped her over to a nearby bench and eased her down. He knelt in front of her. "What happened?"

"You tell me," He said. Dorian was pale, like she had suddenly exerted too much energy. "You just decided to take a walk in the middle of traffic, trying to get to the other side of the road. Didn't look or anything."

Dorian looked around and realized Dean was right. They were across the street from where they had been. "I don't remember doing that."

Dean moved onto the bench next to her. "What exactly do you remember?"

"Someone calling my name," She said, resting her head on his shoulder.

Dean wrapped an arm around her. "No one was calling you besides me."

She shook her head. "No, someone was calling me. I just had to get to whoever it was."

Dean didn't like this. Whoever Rodney's partner was, was the one who had been calling Dorian to the graveyard. It had been a set up from the beginning. "All right. It's all right. Let's get back to the motel."

She nodded and Dean helped her up, keeping a tight arm around her.