AN: Okay, Okay, I'm really sorry this took so long to get up, but I do have a good excuse...well maybe a bad one, but it turned out good in the end. My husband was diagnosed with Cancer two months ago. We caught it in the early stages, so he got to have surgery and a few doses of chemo, so life's been a little rough. He finished up chemo a week ago, but he's still feeling the effects of it. Either way the cancer is gone from his body and he should be feeling normal again soon, so I'll be able to spend more time on my stories. Anyways, thanks for being patient.

Chapter 4

"You guys are crazy!" Dorian yelled. She couldn't believe what had come out of their mouths. "You're telling me that I'm a witch and that we go around killing evil, nasty things that go bump in the night?"

Dean shrugged nonchalantly. "Basically."

She shook her head. They were insane. Her so called friends were very, very not all there upstairs. It was either that or... "Oh, I get it. You guys are messing with me! Ha, ha, let's play with amnesia girl's head!"

Sam sighed and put his elbows up on the table. He wished that they were only messing with her. That her life was a normal one, an innocent, ignorant one. It wasn't. None of theirs were. "We're telling the truth. I know it's hard to wrap you're head around, but it's the God honest truth."

Dorian leaned back in her chair. Staring across the table at them, exasperation set into her features. She didn't know what to think. They were dead set with their story. They weren't changing anything no matter how hard she pressed. "You guys really believe this don't you?"

"No, bright one," Dean snapped. "This is just a side effect of the concussion and you're completely hallucinating right now."

Her eyes narrowed. "It would make a hell of a lot more sense than what you're telling me! My supposed friends are feeding me horror stories of the ghostly variety instead of telling me what I need to know! Why don't you want to tell me the truth? Is my past that awful that you don't want to tell me?"

"We're telling you the truth," Sam said gently. He reached out and took her hand. "Dorian, listen to us. Everything we've said is true. We wouldn't lie to you about this."

Dropping her head in defeat she said, "I can't believe I'm about to say this." She lifted her head and looked at them, regretting what she was about to ask. "Prove it."

Dean groaned. "And how exactly would you like us to do that? The only one who has physical powers is you and you can't remember how to use them."

She snorted. "What about you vision boy. Tell me something that's going to happen."

"It doesn't work like that," Sam said, quietly. He shifted uneasily in his seat. He still wasn't comfortable with his so called powers. "I can't make it happen whenever I want."

Dorian slapped her thighs. "Okay then, well as amusing as this has all been, I think I'm going to go tell the guy at the desk that I need another room."

"You're not staying by yourself," Dean said adamantly. He shook his head. There are too many things out there that would love to get you. Sleeping in the same room isn't just a comfort thing, it's a protection thing."

"Look, no offense, maybe before all this happened I was happy to sleep in the same bed as you...although honestly I can't think of any reason why I would be happy to do that..." She shook her head. "But the fact is I don't even know you guys. Well maybe I do, but I don't remember knowing you."

Sam smirked at the look of shock on his brother's face. Dean wasn't used to being refused by a girl, Dorian was no exception. Not that Dean would ever ask anything of Dorian, but they had grown accustomed to sleeping in the same bed together. Yeah, Sam just enjoyed watching his brother squirm.

He leaned forward and wiped away the amusement. "Look, Dean's right. You can have one of the beds, and we'll flip for the other, but it's safer for all of us if we stay close."

Dorian pinched the bridge of her nose. There was no getting through to these two. They were delusional, or maybe insane. She wondered if she really thought things like this before the amnesia, and was almost grateful she didn't remember. They were crazy. Still, as long as she wasn't in the same bed with either of them. She nodded. "Fine, I'll stay in here with you guys tonight, but I better not find any foreign bodies in my bed tonight." Dean opened his mouth and she held up a hand. "Hold on their Casanova. You may know me, but I don't know you and that would make you a foreign body."

Dean growled. "I so can not wait for you to get your memory back."

Sam laughed. Even without her memory Dorian and Dean had there bantering. She was good for Dean. She always had been. She brought out a lightheartedness in Dean that no one else could. He shook his head. "All right Dorian, why don't you go grab a shower. You need to get some rest."

She nodded. "Yeah, a shower sounds good." She went over and grabbed her clothes out of the bag by the door. She walked past them, into the bathroom, not even sparing them a glance. She shut the door, the lock giving an audible click.

Dean raised an eyebrow and looked at Sam. "She hasn't locked the door in forever."

Sam shrugged. "Yeah, but she doesn't know that."

"I meant what I said before," Dean said, running ah and through his hair. "I can't wait for her to have her memory back."

"Me either," Sam nodded.

Dean smirked up at his brother, a mischievous gleam in his eye. "So you're going to enjoy the floor tonight."

Sam raised his eyebrows. "Excuse me?"

Dean grumbled and rolled over on the hard motel floor. He punched the pillow, trying to make himself a little more comfortable, but to no avail. There was just no getting comfortable on the crap floor he was laying on. "Stupid coin toss."

He plumped the pillow up and shoved it under his head. He pulled the blanket up to his shoulders and closed his eyes. He started drifting, sleep tugging at the edges of his mind. He was almost to the land of nod, when a soft moan filtered into his ears.

Dean's eyes shot open, and he grabbed his gun from underneath the pillow he had just finished beating up. His hand felt comfortable around the handle, his finger at home on the trigger. He silently eased it out from underneath his head.

The moan slithered through the air again, and Dean released the grip on his gun. He knew that sound. That was Dorian's nightmare moan. He had heard it several times since Christmas. It was usually a lot closer, and he was surprised he hadn't realized it at first.

He pushed himself up off the ground. He wiped his sleep filled eyes and trudged over to the bed. He glanced over and saw that Sam was still asleep. Any other sound would have brought Dean's brother awake, but they had both become accustomed to Dorian's cries. Sam knew to let Dean handle it.

Dean gently sat down on the edge of the bed. Dorian was hugging herself tightly on her side. Her hair was sweat soaked, sticking to her face. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes pressed tightly together. Normally Dean could have guessed the nightmare, but now, he didn't know. With Dorian's memory the way it was she could have been dreaming about any of the numerous horrible things that had happened in her past.

"Dorian," He whispered. He gently pushed the matted strands away from her face. She cringed under his touch and Dean felt his stomach tighten. His touch had always comforted her, not scared her. He pushed his feelings aside and whispered, "Dorian, wake up."

She sucked in her breath and her eyes slowly opened. She looked over her shoulder and saw Dean sitting there. "I thought I said no foreign bodies." She rolled on her back and looked up at him.

"Hey, you woke me up with your moans," He replied. "I was just trying to be the nice guy and see if you were okay." He stood up and turned away.

"Wait," She said quickly. He turned back to her. She pushed herself up and leaned her back against the headboard. "I didn't mean to snap."

Dean sat down again. "What was the nightmare about?"

She tucked a strand of red hair behind her ear and bit her lip thoughtfully. "I'm not really sure. It was all kind of hazy. Kind of like a seeing a preview of a movie. Bits and pieces but you don't really know what's happening until you see the whole thing."

Dean was shocked that Dorian had given up that much. She was normally secretive when it came to her nightmares, protesting she was all right. Dean never really pushed. He knew Dorian would tell him when she was ready, or when she had a melt down which ever came first. Either way he would be there for her.

"Well what did you see in the previews?"

Dorian looked over at Sam sleeping in the other bed. He seemed peaceful and she didn't want to wake him. She brought her gaze back to Dean. "You wanna go for a walk?"

"Okay," Dean said tentatively.

Dorian smiled and threw back the blankets. She hopped out of bed, and Dean braced to catch her, knowing she was going to somehow inadvertently fall, but Dorian just stood up gracefully and walked over to get her shoes, leaving Dean with his arms hanging out in mid air.

"Are you coming?" She whispered.

Dean let his arms fall to his side. "Uh, yeah." He shook his head and put on his shoes and they were out the door.

Dorian shoved her hands in the pockets of her sweats. She kicked a rock in front of her and took a deep breath of the cool night air. "I'm sorry I dragged you out in the middle of the night. The room was just kind of stuffy and I didn't want to wake up Sam."

Dean shrugged. "It's no big deal. I'm used to being up all night anyways."

She nodded. "Hunting ghosts and vampires right?" She smiled a mischievous smile.

Dean smirked. "Yeah something like that."

The smile fell from her face.

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

She wrapped her arms around herself. "The dream. The previews keep rolling through my mind."

"Want to tell me what they were?"

She bit her lip again, a trait Dean was beginning to think was cute. It wasn't something she had done before, but she wasn't doing a lot of things she'd done before. Including tripping or running into an inanimate object.

She ran her fingers through her hair. "The first thing I remember seeing is this man standing over me with a belt. He was yelling at me, but I couldn't understand what he was saying. He just seemed so angry at me." She shivered. "I couldn't see myself. I was seeing through my own eyes. I was looking up at him and I was scared. I knew he was going to hurt me."

Dean looked over at her. He saw the darkness clouding Dorian's eyes. He saw that familiar tension rising in her muscles, making her go rigid, and cautious. He realized some things hadn't changed.

She looked over at him with her sad, blue eyes. "It was my father wasn't it?"

Dean nodded. "It sounds like it."

She stopped. "Why did he hate me so much?"

Dean turned to face her. He ruffled his hair and sighed. "Your dad was sick. He thought because of what you are..."

"And what am I?" She asked. She tried to keep her voice under control, but she couldn't keep the pain out of it.

Dean rested his hand on his hips. "I've told you."

She rolled her eyes. "So we're back to this now? I'm a witch right?" She shook her head and threw her hands up in exasperation. "You know, I thought I could talk to you about this, but you just go back to that crazy crap about witches, and magick, and demons, and..."

"It's not crap okay!" Dean yelled over her. "You're a witch, just like your mother was! You're father and the rest of the town killed her for what she was!" He looked down and took a deep breath. He brought a softer gaze back up to her. "Dorian, he hurt you because he thought you were evil. He thought he could beat and pray the devil out of you."

"And did it work?" She asked angrily. She viscously wiped away a tear that had escaped her eye. "Did the evil leave me or am I still as bad as I was then?"

"You're not evil. You never were. You're father didn't understand. He didn't want to understand. He just wanted to hurt you." He took a step closer to her and gently gripped her shoulders. "You're a good person, Dorian. I wish you could remember all the good things you've done, for Sam, for me, and for countless other people! The whole reason you can't remember anything is because you saved that guy and his sister from falling off the carnival ride!"

"Then I don't understand!" She yelled. "If I'm not a bad person, then why did he do that to me?"

Seeing that she was on the verge of hysterics, Dean pulled Dorian into a hug. He held onto her, willing the tension and the pain to leave her body. She didn't wrap her arms around him, but she let him hold her.

"It's okay," He breathed into her ear. "You're not a bad person."

Dorian felt comfortable in his arms. She didn't know why. He seemed like a self righteous jerk, yet when she had the opportunity to talk to with him, she took it. She pulled away from him. "I'm okay. Just not being able to remember, it's...frustrating."

"I know it is," He said. "But I'm here for you."

She nodded. "I know."

A van roared up beside them. Three men jumped out, all wearing ski masks. One quickly grabbed Dorian and started dragging her into the van.

"Dean!" She yelled, fighting against her assailant.

Dean lunged for him, but two men were already on top of him. He fought against, them, but a hit to the gut quickly knocked the wind out of him.

Dorian saw him fall to his knees. She kicked the man holding her as hard as she could in his privates. He doubled over and Dorian wiggled out of his grip. Another man was on top of her quickly and she screamed.

Dean was getting to his feet. He blocked a swing from the third man and retaliated with an uppercut. The man staggered back and fell to the ground. Dean turned and went after the man who had Dorian half way into the van. He grabbed onto them, and pulled them both back onto the sidewalk. "Dorian run," He said just before receiving a right hook to the face.

Dorian turned to run, but the man she had kicked in the groin stood in front of her. "Stupid bitch," He yelled. He slapped her across the face and started dragging her towards the van.

Dorian dug her heels into the ground. He rounded on her, hand raised to strike her again. Dorian brought her free hand up to block him and a bright blue light formed in her palm and struck the man directly in the chest. He flew back landing hard on the sidewalk.

Dorian stood their dumbfounded. She looked at hand as though it were an alien life form attached to her body.

The assailants, quickly seeing Dorian's display of power, disengaged fighting Dean and quickly jumped in the van. It took off, screeching into the night.

Dean ran over to Dorian. "Are you all right?" He asked, grabbing her by the shoulders. She looked up at him, face white as a sheet. "What did I just do?"

"It was an energy blast," He said, gently turning her face to the side. There was a red palm print on her cheek. "Come on, let's get you back to the motel."

She nodded, still not understanding what was happening. She went to walk with him, but her legs suddenly felt like jelly. Jelly that wouldn't support her. Her knee's buckled, and Dean quickly lifted her into his arms.

"I got you," He whispered. He was already walking back to the motel. They were vulnerable out here. He didn't want those guys to come back.

She rested her head on his chest. "I feel so tired now."

"Side effect of an energy blast," He said. "The energy comes from your body, so the more you use, the weaker you get."

"Oh," She said, not quite hearing him. Dorian still couldn't understand what had just happened. She saw it, she had done for Christ's sake, but she couldn't believe it. What they said was true. She was a witch and that scared the hell out of her.

TBC...

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