AN: As always another long over due update. I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 10

Dean eased Dorian down on the bed. "You're sure you're okay?"

She nodded. "I'm fine."

"What the hell happened?" Sam asked as he knelt next to her.

Dorian shook her head and smiled at him. "I'm fine, really."

"You're pasty and pale," Sam told her. "Now tell me what the hell happened."

Dean walked over to Rodney. "Why don't you tell us? I mean you've been pulling the strings from the beginning."

He looked up at Dean, eyes wide. "I have no idea what you're talking about!"

Dean felt anger flood through his veins. The thought of someone using Dorian as a puppet, or hell even using her at all pissed him off. He smirked at him. "Really?" Rodney nodded, and before he finished the movement Dean caught him with a right hook.

Rodney grabbed his jaw, moving it until the pain went away.

"Try again buddy."

"Dean, what the hell is going on," John asked.

"Dorian's trips to the graveyards," He replied, not taking his eyes off Rodney. "Those were due to Rodney and his partner. Someone's been calling her and I don't mean on the phone either. She's been hearing a voice. One only she can hear."

"What?" Sam asked, sitting on the bed next to her. "Dorian is that true?"

She nodded.

"She damn got herself killed walking into traffic because of it," Dean said, trying to restrain himself from hitting Rodney again.

"Why didn't you tell us," Sam asked.

She shrugged, still dazed from everything that was going on. "I didn't want to upset the hunt."

Sam threw an arm around her and squeezed her reassuringly. "Dorian..."

"Don't, Sam," She said shrugging him off. "I wasn't trying to make this personal. I was trying to stay objective." She nodded at Rodney. "Then I found out he was involved. I was hoping this was just some random supernatural occurrence in this town, but then..." Tear's welled up in her eyes and Sam pulled her into his arms.

"It's not your fault," He told her. "We've been hunting this demon forever."

"Isn't it," She snapped, tear filled eyes glaring at him. "I mean come on Sam, why would the demon come here? He knows about me, Sam. He's trying to use me to get to you and Dean and your father! All of this is my fault."

"Stop it," Dean snapped, turning on her. "This demon has been messing with us for a long time."

"And it's always come after you by taking away the people you love," She said, standing up. "Now it lured us back here, using Rodney and..." She shrugged. "And me. It's using me to get to you and I can't let it do that."

Dean walked over and put a hand on her shoulder. "Hey, listen to me-"

She wanted to, she really did. His words were lost on her though.

"Dorian."

The voice called to her, beckoned for her to follow. She tried to resist, but her limbs weren't listening to her will. Her legs moved without her permission, pushing forward until everything was blurred and all she saw was a narrow path that lead her in the direction of the voice.

"Dorian," Sam called, but Dean shushed him.

"Let her go," He said, yoking Rodney up. "That's the same freaky trance look she got before."

"Dean what are you talking about," Sam asked, worriedly. "We can't just let her go!"

"No," John said, speaking finally. "We're going to let her lead us right to Rodney's partner."

"I don't have a partner," He pleaded. "You're all crazy!"

"Shut up," Dean said shoving him forward.

"This is a bad idea," Sam said.

"No," John said, eager to get to the end of his road. "It's perfect. Dorian will lead us to Rodney's partner and the demon."

"Yeah, but if she hasn't written a spell," Sam told them. "And besides what if she's locked in the trance? What if we can't pull her out of it?"

"I think it's just trying to get her there," John reassured him. "It's trying to lure her, so she can lure us."

They walked out of the motel room and out into the street. Cars honked, annoyed that the pedestrians had dared to walk in front of them. Dean ignored them, keeping a tight grip on Rodney and following Dorian.

He was with Sam, he didn't like this, but it was the best way to get to the bottom of it. They needed to stop the demon and get Jimmy back. They had changed Sam's visions before. They could do it again.

They walked up the sidewalk, passing through town and into the houses. People watched them curiously, but Rodney was smart enough not to call out for help. He wasn't sure what Dean or his friends would do to him.

They walked past the cemetery, passing the woods where Dean and Sam had initially found out Dorian was a witch. Dean remembered the bruise on her cheek and anger welled up at the man he was gripping by the arm. He may not be Dorian's dad, but he sure as hell looked enough like him.

By the time Dean was done being pissed off he looked up and stopped dead in his tracks, jerking Rodney back in the process.

"No freakin' way," He muttered.

"Oh my god," Sam said, staring at where Dorian was standing.

John took in both of his son's expressions. Both seemed shocked, even appalled, but he had no idea why. Dorian was standing on the foundation of an old house, long gone. The rubble was still piled on top of it, and she was walking through it as if looking for something.

"What is it," He asked, searching his two sons for answers.

Sam looked at him with pain filled eyes. "This is where Dorian lived before she came with us."

Dean nodded, keeping his eye on Dorian. "It's also where they tried to kill her."

Dean watched as Dorian picked through the rubble, throwing old beams and burnt items away from where she was trying to dig.

He pushed Rodney towards Sam. "Hold on to him."

His brother nodded and Dean walked over to Dorian. He grabbed onto her shoulder, but she didn't notice and continued pulling rubble out of the way. Dean took her arm and pulled her around to face him.

"Dorian!"

The glaze over her eyes faded and she stumbled into his arms.

"It's okay I've got you."

"Dean," She asked, leaning her head against his chest. Blinking she looked around her. "Are we where I think we are?"

Dean nodded. "Yeah. You okay with this?"

John walked over to them, avoiding the debris. "Is this going to be a problem?"

Dorian pulled away from him and looked around. She wondered why the town hadn't cleaned him up. It's not like they had more important things to do. She hugged herself as all the bad memories she had tried to forget came flooding back to her.

Her fathers hand rising at her over and over again. The belt he would take from his own waist to teach her a lesson. Her hands tied to the banister as she watched people she had known her whole life walk out on her. Flames rising around her. Smoke filling her lugs as she coughed, trying to find a fresh breath of air.

She took a step back, stumbling over an old beam. She started to fall, but John grabbed hold of her arm and kept her on her.

"Whoa girl, I've got you."

"I'm fine," She lied, pushing away from him.

"You sure," Dean asked. He knew she was lying. Dorian was trying to be tough, just like she always did. "Cause you don't..."

"Dean," She said glaring at him. "I can do this. I...have to do this, all right?"

He stared at her. Her eyes never wavered from his. She was determined. Finally, Dean nodded. "All right. What's underneath this rubble here?"

Dorian ran a shaky hand through her hair. "Um, the basement."

"Son of a bitch," Sam said, walking over to them with Rodney.

"What," Rodney asked, shaking in Sam's grip. "What is it?"

"Shut up," Dean said. "All right, the demon is probably down there with Jimmy and whoever this jerks partner is." He started pulling beams away, John and Dorian helping.

"I hope we're not too late," She said.

"Jimmy will be all right," Sam told her.

Dorian paused for a moment and looked at Rodney. "He better be." She saw him shift uneasily in Sam's grasp. She waited for the moment to pass and then she went back to work, not wanting to waste any more time in getting to Jimmy.

They cleared the debris enough to reach the cellar door. Dean jerked it open and the smell of sulfur wafted up, causing them to cover their noses.

"Oh yeah," John said. "This is the right place."

Dean started down the stairs, the rest following. He pulled out his gun, even though he knew it wouldn't kill the demon. They still didn't know who Rodney's partner was and Dean had no doubt that whoever it was, they were human.

The basement was dark, musty. Dorian formed an energy ball and held it out in front her. The blue glow provided enough light for them to see around.

Unlit, half burned candles were scattered around the room. An altar stood near the far wall complete with a small cauldron, athame, and an old book.

Dorian walked over and glanced at the items. There was a dark liquid inside the chalice. She looked up at them. "Blood." She flipped the book open, staring at the spells and incantations. "This is not good."

"Care to elaborate?" Dean asked. "This whole situation isn't good."

"The incantations, the ritual sacrifice. Whoever is doing this, isn't doing it for power," She told them shaking her head. "They're doing it to bring someone back from the dead." She glared at Rodney. "You son of a bitch! You're trying to bring my father back!"

"No! I would never bring that man back!"

Suddenly all the candles lit themselves. Everyone looked around on edge, ready for whatever was here.

"He's not bringing anyone back," A hooded figure said walking out of the shadows.

Dorian heart pounded in her chest. She turned to the figure, energy ball forgotten in her hand. "No," was all she breathed.

The figure nodded and dropped his hood. "Yes, little witch. It's me."

"You've got to be kidding me," Dean said.

Sheriff Cochran stood there nonchalantly while two guns were aimed at him. "You might as well put those weapons down, boys. They can't hurt me."

"Yeah, well if it's all the same to you," Dean said, keeping his weapon aimed. "We'll hold on to them."

Cochran smiled and walked towards Dorian.

"I wouldn't," John said stepping towards him.

He turned his head towards the father Winchester. His eyes flicked yellow causing John's anger to rise.

Dorian gasped. Bad memories ran over her. She knew what it was like to have a demon inside of her. "You stupid son of a bitch!"

Cochran's eyes returned to normal and he looked over at Dorian. "You, little witch, are going to die so I can have my daughter back."

"Like hell," Dean snapped. Cochran ignored him and stalked towards Dorian.

She flung her energy ball at him. It slammed into him, causing him only to take a step back. He looked at his chest and then up at Dorian.

"You don't really think you can stop me? You killed my daughter." He stalked towards her. "She didn't deserve to die!"

"I didn't kill her," Dorian said taking a step back. "You..."

With non human speed, Cochran was suddenly in front of her, his hand coming across her her face so hard he sent Dorian flying into the wall. Without hesitation Dean fired his gun, the bullets shoving Cochran forward as they slammed into his back.

He turned to them. His eyes flicked back to yellow. "Ahh the Winchester's." He left Dorian slumped against the wall and went to his real targets. "I had to say when the good ol' Sheriff summoned me I was ready to kill him. I thought he was taking me away from my plans."

Sam had let go of Rodney. The man was now cowering against the wall. Sam stared at the yellow eyed son of a bitch and wanted nothing more than to rip it's head off for what it did to his family.

"He told me what he wanted, but he didn't really have anything I cared for in return. Not until he mentioned the name Winchester." Using his power he threw the men into the wall, their weapons clattering to the ground. He smiled as he watched the three men struggling to get free.

The demon walked over to Dorian. She looked up at him defiantly and he smiled. "Cochran wants you dead. Jimmy was only a decoy to get you here, but now I'm not so sure." Reaching out he caressed the side of her face now red from Cochran's blow. She jerked her head away. "You have potential. Much like little Sammy does."

Rodney saw the distraction and started to run from the basement.

"I don't think so," The demon said not taking his eyes off Dorian. He flicked his hand out and Rodney flew into the wall along side the Winchesters. "That's better."

"What do you want?" Dorian asked shakily.

Leaning in, he sniffed her hair. "You've had one of my friends in you. Didn't you relish in the feeling of having her inside you?"

Dorian shuddered. "Relish isn't exactly the word I had in mind."

He shrugged. "Well to each is own I suppose." He stood up.

"Where's Jimmy," Dorian asked, pushing herself up against the wall.

"Hmm," He asked as if his mind were somewhere else. "Oh, over behind those boxes there." He gestured to the other side of the basement where old junk and boxes were stacked.

Dorian wanted to run over to him, but knew the demon would stop her. Instead she started speaking in latin.

"Tsk tsk," The demon said sardonically. He threw out his arm, sending Dorian flying sideways along the wall. "Try not to do things like that."

"Leave her alone, you son of a bitch," Dean yelled. "We're the ones you want!"

He laughed. "You're right about that my boy." He let Rodney drop to the floor. "There's rope on the ground over there. Get it and tie them up."

Rodney nodded and scurried for the rope. He wasn't about to cross this thing. Whatever the hell it was.

Walking over, the demon jerked a dazed Dorian up by her arm. With a gesture the Winchesters fell to the ground.

"Try anything," The demon said, wrapping his arm around her. "And little Dorian here, will pay for it."