AN: All right, here's the last chapter in the story. I have some ideas for a few more, but I'm not sure if I should keep going. I've decided to leave it up to my readers. If you want more, then leave a comment saying so. If you think this should be the last one then state that. Who ever has the most votes will decide the turn out.

Dean handed his father another beer and they leaned on the rail of the balcony. Dorian had insisted after they left Ruddington that they find a place to crash for a while. A place where she could go shopping and cook a real meal.

Jimmy was fine after the possession, though understandably shaken. Dorian knew what he felt like, but knew to leave well enough alone. Cochran was with the state police. Jimmy had seen to it. Claimed the man went crazy and kidnapped him, trying to sacrifice him to a demon.

The three Winchester's and Dorian had been long gone before then. They didn't want to get in the middle of it. They hightailed it out of there as soon as they were able to grab their bags.

Dean glanced over his shoulder when he heard Dorian laugh. She and Sam were sitting at the table, finishing their dinner. They looked peaceful. Happy, almost. Both of them. Something that never seemed to happen, at least not at the same time.

"You did good in taking her on," John told him, noticing the look on Dean's face. "If nothing else I think she's good for your brother."

Dean shrugged and looked back out over the city scape. "I think she's good for both of us."

John smirked. "I think you're right. She's a good kid, Dean. I underestimated her, but she saved our lives back their."

"Not for the first time," He stated. He took a swig of his beer. "She's a damn good cook too."

John laughed heartily. "Yeah, I'll give her that. I haven't had a meal that good, well, probably since your mom was a live."

"What is this about," Dean said suddenly. "You're being way too nice. Somethings on your mind."

Nodding, John stood up and turned to face his eldest son. "I meant what I said before. You did good in taking her on."

Dean cleared his throat and turned to face his father. "I'm assuming there's a 'but', somewhere in there."

"She makes you vulnerable," He stated. "You and Sam always look out for each other, but when she's on board that's a third wheel. You can't keep track of Sam and Dorian at the same time."

Dean shook his head. "It hasn't been a problem. You've seen for yourself that she can handle herself so what's the issue?"

"Yes, she can handle herself," John replied, a grim look on his face. "But, Dean, you have to admit, your judgment isn't the best when it comes to her. You want her out of harms way and your willing to put yourself in the line of fire to do it."

"And how is it any different than what we do anyway," He asked angrily. His temper was rising. He knew that the peace wouldn't last. It never lasted long in the Winchester family. "We go out there every day and put ourselves in front of monsters to keep other people safe. Why is Dorian any different?"

"Because it interferes with the job, son," He snapped.

"And that's all you can think about, right? The job? The demon that killed mom? No one else matters except for the three Winchester's is that?"

"Dean, I'm not saying that. The demon knows who she is now! She's a target, just like Sam!"

"So what do you want me to do," He asked, spreading his arms in question. "You want me to drop her back with Missouri or maybe send her to Caleb?"

"Maybe that's best," John said. "It'll keep your head clear."

"My head is fine," He snapped. "I can't believe after everything she did you still want her gone."

"You need to watch out for your brother first," His father snapped at him. "Family is the most important thing, Dean!"

Dean felt his body shaking in anger. In a low, even voice, he said, "Dorian is family. Maybe not to you, but to me and Sam, she's family. If you don't like it, that's your problem." He turned his back on his father and walked inside, slamming the glass door shut behind him.

Dorian and Sam stopped laughing and turned to look at him.

"Hey, what's wrong," Dorian asked, getting up and going over to him.

Dean shook his head and walked past her. Slamming his beer on the table he grabbed his jacket and headed for the door, walking out with a word to either of them.

"I have a feeling my dad is being obnoxious," Sam said, tense with anger. He could only imagine what Dean was upset about, but he figured it was about Dorian. It had been the only reason Dean had fought with John lately. He stood and headed for the glass door.

Dorian grabbed his hand. "Go get, Dean," She said quietly. "Let me talk to your father."

Sam shook his head. "I don't think that's a good idea."

"Trust me, Sammy. Go after Dean."

Reluctantly Sam nodded and followed his brother out the front door.

Dorian took a deep breath. She wasn't sure what she was going to say, but she couldn't have Dean and John fighting because of her. Making her way over she gently opened the glass door and stepped out. John was leaning over the rail and turned when he heard the door open.

She smiled at him, letting the door shut behind her. "Hi, John."

He gave her a weak smile in return. "Dorian."

Walking over she leaned against the rail next to him. "Must have been some fight."

"It usually is," He said looking back to the horizon. "Nothings ever done simple in this family."

Dorian chuckled. "I can attest to that." The gentle laughter passed and a pensive look crossed her features. "John, I know you don't like me much-"

"It has nothing to with liking you," He said quickly. "You're a good person, Dorian. You help people, would sacrifice yourself for the life of an innocent. You've kept my boys alive so far and for that I thank you."

"I would give my life for them too," She told him.

He could here the sincerity in her words and nodded. "I believe you, but they'd never give you the chance."

She smiled slyly. "You'd be surprised at how much control they think they have over me and how much they actually do. I do what I want, despite what Sam and Dean think."

He sighed. "It doesn't matter. You are to them, what they are to me."

"I don't follow."

"A weakness, Dorian. My boys are my weakness. That's part of the reason I left," He glanced down at his beer. "I couldn't handle myself if I was watching out for them. The same is true for you. They can't watch out for themselves when they're looking out for you."

She nodded. "Maybe your right. Maybe I am a weakness, but so are you John Winchester. Those boys love you and would do anything for you, even give their lives. The same they would do for each other and for me. I would do the same for them." She looked over at him. "We look out for each other. It's not just one sided and as much as you want me to go away, I won't." He opened his mouth but she cut him off. "It's not because of me. Well part of it is. They're the only family I've ever had and I'm not willing to let that go so easily, but mainly it's because if I wasn't around and something happened to either of them, I wouldn't be able to forgive myself. I'd never know if I'd been able to prevent it and that would kill me inside."

"If you want to be mad at someone John Winchester, than be mad at me. Take your anger out on the source and leave your sons out of it," She said, fiery anger in her voice. "I will not be the cause of a feud between you three."

John laughed and Dorian couldn't understand why. He pushed himself off the railing and turned towards her. "Little girl there's always been a fight in this family, long before you ever came along. The only reason we fight so much is because we're all so damn stubborn." He put a hand on her shoulder. "I can see why my boys trust you. I don't like to admit it, but maybe I was wrong. Maybe you're not a weakness after all. Maybe you're that little bit of extra strength they need to get through this."

Dorian blushed and looked away. It hadn't been her intention for the man to praise her. She just wanted to smooth things over between him and Dean. "I don't know about that."

"I can see what they see in you," He said, giving her shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "Just promise me you'll take care of them."

She looked up at him, unsure of the sudden blind faith that John seemed to have in her. Finally she nodded. "They're my family. Isn't that what family does?"

He nodded back at her. "I suppose it is."

The tension eased and suddenly they found themselves talking as if Dorian had known John for as long as the boys. They made their way back inside. John once again grabbed hold of Dorian when she tripped over the threshold. They sat around the table munching on the brownies Dorian had made for desert and drinking beer. Laughing at embarrassing stories Dorian had urged John into telling.

"You're joking!" She exclaimed, trying not to let her beer go through her nose.

John chuckled. "Nope, all over the walls! Mary was furious! Even more so when I started laughing!"

Dorian leaned back in her chair. "I can't believe Dean did that! Just pulled it right out of his diaper and finger painted with it." She shivered. "That's nasty!"

"Imagine cleaning it up!"

She shook her head. "No thanks!"

The door to the hotel room opened. Dean and Sam came sauntering in, both with grim expressions.

"Hey guys," Dorian said, beaming up at them. "You're dad and I were just talking."

The brothers exchanged a glance.

"About the demon," Sam asked, confused by the smiles on their faces.

Dorian and John exchanged a glance of their own and he gave her a wink.

"More like old stories from your childhoods," She replied turning back to them.

"Stories?" Dean asked, raising an eyebrow. "From our childhood?" His father was not a light banter kind of guy. There was always something important going on that took priority.

"Yeah," She laughed. "Ahh, Dean you never told me you were so well schooled in finger painting."

"What are you..." Suddenly his face turned a bright crimson. "Dad!"

Dorian fell over in a fit of laughter and John chuckled. Sam looked at all of them confused. Dorian gestured for them to sit down and grabbed each of them a brownie as they filled Sam in on the story. Dean sat their sulking, not liking the fact that he was the butt of the story.

That is until John told a few whoppers about Sam and the tables were suddenly turned. It went on that way until close to midnight.

John bid them good night, giving Dorian another wink before retreating to his room.

Sam and Dean turned on Dorian the second the door closed.

"What the hell was that," Sam asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

Dorian had walked to the small kitchen and was cleaning up the mess from dinner. "What was what?"

"Uh, the man who was here when we came back," Dean told her, leaning against the wall. "He looked like our father, but he sure as hell didn't act like him!"

She shrugged. "We just talked."

"Dad doesn't just talk," Sam told her. Walking over he grabbed a pot and brought it to the sink to wash. "It's business or demons, but he doesn't just talk."

Dean snapped his fingers. "You put a spell on him? Some kind of happy, happy, joy, joy spell, right?"

Laughing, Dorian grabbed a rag and wiped down the counter. "Can't you guys just take it for what it was? A good time. We all had a good time and that's what counts right?"

"It was just...strange," Sam said, grabbing another pot.

"Yeah," Dean added. "I haven't seen him that relaxed since before mom died."

She shrugged. "Well, everyone needs to relax sometimes."

"Speaking of which," Sam said, taking the rag from her. "You spent half the day cooking. Dean and I will finish cleaning up. You go relax."

"You sure," Dorian asked, looking at Dean.

With a growl he nodded. "Yeah, go take a bath or something. We'll finish up." He stood up and Sam threw the rag at him.

Shaking her head, Dorian walked out of the small kitchen. She grabbed her things and walked into the bathroom. A soak in the tub actually sounded good.

Later that night Dorian found herself staring at the ceiling. Dean's soft snores drifted to ears in the darkness. Her heart ached. They had a wonderful meal, and she'd even cleared the air with John, but still she felt a twinge of guilt in her gut.

Getting up, Dorian walked out onto the balcony, quietly closing the door behind her. The wind was whipping and she shivered against it, wrapping her arms around her. Clouds were rolling in and thunder rumbled with the promise of rain.

She didn't know how long she was standing out there, just thinking. She hadn't even heard the door open. A hand on her shoulder caused her to jump.

"Take it easy," Dean told her. "It's just me."

Dorian gave him a soft smile over her shoulder and then stared off into the distance again.

"Can't sleep?"

She shook her head.

"What's up?"

"I don't know exactly," She said, even though she knew it was a lie. "The hunt is over and god willing, I'll never have to go back to that town again."

Dean dropped his hand from her shoulder and moved to stand beside her. "But..."

Sighing, she rolled her eyes. "You're not going to drop it are you?"

He smiled. "Not a chance."

With a heavy sigh she hung her head. "It's stupid. It's really stupid."

"Try me."

"I feel bad about Rodney," She blurted out. "I was ready to kill the man, thinking he was just as bad as my father. Maybe because he looked like him and reminded me so much of him, I don't know. The point is he was innocent and we lead him directly to his death." Tears stung her eyes and she willed them to go away.

"Hey," He whispered gently taking her by the arm. Dean pulled Dorian to him and wrapped his arms around her. "It wasn't your fault. Cochran set it up to look like it was Rodney."

"And we were quick to condemn," She whispered into his chest. "He was my family, Dean. Maybe I could have learned something about where I come from. Maybe he knew something about my mom, or if I've got other family."

"You do," He said squeezing her tighter. "We're your family remember?"

She nodded. "I know. It's just..." She pushed away from him. "Hell I don't know. He lost his life because of me, because of us!"

"Because of Cochran and the demon," Dean told her. "Look, I'm not saying it was right, but you know as well as I do that-"

"There are casualties," She finished. "I know."

Dean pushed her hair out of her face. "Come on, lets go back to bed. You're still tired from exerting yourself."

She nodded, not really feeling any better, but knowing that as long as the boys were there, that in the end, it would work out. Dean tucked her into bed before crawling in beside her. Turning on her side, she felt herself relax as a little as Dean through his arm over her.

"Dean?"

"Yeah," He mumbled through a yawn.

"Thanks."

Lifting his head he looked over at her. "For what?"

Dorian shrugged. "For everything. For getting me out of Ruddington and keeping me safe. For giving me a real family, even if it is dysfunctional. Just thank you. You and Sam both."

Giving her a reassuring squeeze he said, "Good night, Dorian."