AN: Hey guys, you miss me? Sorry I'm slow. A lot of stress and work keeping me from working. Anyways here's the next chapter. I hope you enjoy.

"Sam, Dean!" Jonus greeted them with a toothy smile. "This is a surprise."

"Hey Jonus," Dean replied, happy to see the older man as well. They had known Jonus since they were little. Jonus was one of their fathers first contacts in the supernatural community. Age had streaked his blond hair with gray, and rounded him a bit in the middle. A few laugh lines added to his once youthful face, but he was still sharp as ever when it came to battling the bad things.

"Who's your friend?" He asked nodding towards the small girl next to them.

"Jonus, meet Dorian," Sam introduced. "She works with Dean and me."

Jonus's smile faded a bit at the corners. "I take it that this isn't a social call?"

Dean smirked. "In the almost twenty years you've known us, when have we ever had a social call."

He chuckled. "Touche'." He stepped aside. "You might as well come in and tell me what's going on."

Twenty minutes later Jonus tipped back in his chair and took a swig of coffee. "So you're worried they'll come after Dorian again?"

Sam shrugged. "Maybe, maybe not, but with Dorian's memory loss it makes her a target."

Jonus crossed his arms over his chest, still holding his coffee cup. He looked at the table pensively, lost in his thoughts. It was a familiar look to the boys. Jonus was deciding the best course of action. "The way I see it, you're all a target while Dorian's memories are on hiatus." He leaned forward and set his coffee on the table. "If someone is after her it could be to get to you boys."

Sam sighed. "I didn't even think of it that way."

"Wait, I don't understand," Dorian said. "What are you guys talking about?"

"Those people may have been after you to get to us," Dean said solemnly. "Someone may be trying to use you as bait."

Jonus nodded. "All the more reason you boys need to find out what's going on. Dorian will be safe here with me. I've got wards all around this house, salt at every window. Nothing supernatural is getting in."

"Shouldn't I be out there helping you?" Dorian asked. "I mean if I really am the bate, than won't that draw them out."

"That's just one scenario," Dean told her. "I mean if it's something that's after you more than likely those guys who tried to grab you were possessed. Humans don't usually work for evil things willingly."

Dorian traced the scar along her face. She didn't know why. Something about what Dean said, something he actually said. Possessed. That was it. Something about that word. She dug the heels of her palms into her closed eyes. There was something about it that word, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was.

"Dorian you okay?" Dean asked.

She nodded and sighed. She dropped her hands down. "I've just got a little bit of a headache."

"I've got some aspirin," Jonus offered.

He went to stand up, but Dorian waved him off. "That's okay, really."

"You sure?"

She nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine." She looked back at Dean. "Even if these people are possessed isn't that all the more reason I should come with you? They're after me."

"No," Sam said. "Hopefully we'll figure out who they are and what they want before they come after you again. If they even do. Like we said before it could have been some random guys trying to kidnap a girl. While that doesn't make me feel any better at least with that scenario we know you're safe."

"In other words," Dean said smiling. "We have no idea what the hell is going on."

Dorian smirked. "Well at least your honest."

"But while we figure it out, you're staying here with Jonus," Dean told her seriously. "We'll do some digging see what he find."

Jonus shook his head. "Well I can tell you this if there has been any thing unusual going on they've kept it very well hidden. More so than usual I mean. There haven't been any disappearances in the area. I mean the oddest thing to happen around here was that accident you three were in. Especially considering that machine was brand new."

"What are you talking about?" Dean asked.

"I take it you haven't seen the news in the last couple of days," Jonus said. He took a sip of his coffee. "They're saying it was sabotage."

"Sabotage," Sam asked. This was not looking good. "You're sure?"

Jonus nodded. "Now somehow I don't think that's a coincidence."

"So someone is after me," Dorian said a trace of worry in her voice.

"Not necessarily," Sam told her, seeing she was frightened. Old Dorian, no problem blunt truth, why not. Amnesia Dorian did not need anymore stress on her shoulders at the moment. So instead of telling her, yeah possibly someone or something is after you, he said, "If someone did sabotage the ride I seriously doubt it was because of you or us. No one knew we were going to that place. On top of it, even if they had there was no way for them to know we were going to go on that ride."

Dorian saw his logic and her heart slowed just a little. "Okay, fine, but what about those guys from the other night?"

Dean stood up and grabbed his jacket off the back of the chair. "That's what we're going to find out, and I say we as in me and Sam, because you're not coming."

Dorian nodded. "Yeah that's probably for the best."

Dean raised an eyebrow. "You're not going to argue."

She shrugged. "Why should I? I obviously don't have a grip on my powers. I don't know how to control them and I may wind up hurting more than helping."

Dean and Sam exchanged a glance. This Dorian was strange. She was better than the depressive Dorian, but she still wasn't their Dorian.

"Okay," Sam said. He pushed his chair back and stood up. "We'll call in a few hours to let you know what's going on. Otherwise if you need us you have our number."

"Be careful guys." She gave them a half hearted smile.

"We'll be back soon," Dean said. "Don't worry." He returned her smile and the brothers left.

They walked over to the ride Sam and Dorian had been on. It sat in several pieces as it was being repaired. Sam cringed at the site of it. They could have died from that ride. Dorian was seriously hurt because of it. If it had been sabotaged for whatever reason, then Sam was going to find whoever was responsible for it, and make them pay.

"You okay?" Dean's voice broke through his thoughts.

Sam looked over at his brother. "Yeah, fine. Let's go talk to the mechanic."

Sam walked forward, but Dean watched him for a moment. His brother seemed to be getting angrier and angrier lately. That was supposed to be Dean's M.O. Sam was supposed to be the level headed, kind one. Too much drama. Dean shook his head and followed Sam.

Sam walked up to the mechanic, hands stuffed in his jacket pocket. "Hey, are you Jerry?"

The sandy haired, grease covered mechanic turned to face him. His steel gray eyes gave Sam a once over. He dropped the wrench he had in the tool box, and stood up, wiping the grime from his hands with a rag. "Yeah, I'm Jerry who are you?"

Sam and Dean flashed their press passes. "We're with the newspaper," Sam said. "We're doing a follow up story to see if it was in fact sabotage."

Jerry nodded. "Yeah it was sabotage all right." He looked over at the machine. "Whoever did it, knew what to look for too."

"What do you mean?" Dean asked.

"Rides are like cars," Jerry explained. "They have motors, shocks, all the necessary things to make it run just right. If you know the inner workings of a car then you know exactly what to do to make that engine fall apart."

"So you're saying it was an inside job?" Sam asked.

Jerry shrugged. "Could be. Then again maybe not, especially with the information you can get on the internet now a days. The fact is that we don't know what happened. I just know that they made it damn hard to repair the damage."

Sam swallowed the lump in his throat. "Well that should be all we need. Thanks for your time."

They walked back to the car and got inside. Dean looked over at his brother who was pale as a ghost. "You okay, Sammy?"

He nodded. "Yeah, it's just that it seems like someone went through an awful lot of trouble to sabotage that ride. If they did it because of Dorian, well then someone wants her real bad. I mean people could have died. People almost did die and they had no regard for that."

Dean nodded. "I know. We'll find out who's behind this and why. Dorian's safe with Jonus right now. So I think when the place opens up later today that we should ask around, see if there's any unusual employees around here."

Sam nodded.

"In the mean time we'll grab something to eat and see if we can find any in the papers. Any people missing, things like that."

"How long have you known Dean and Sam?" Dorian asked Jonus.

They were sitting at the table, Jonus was drinking coffee, Dorian tea. They had just finished eating and Dorian was curious to find out more about the two men she was staying with.

"Well let's see now," He replied, leaning back in his chair. "I'd say it'd have to be over ten years now."

She nodded. "That's a long time. You do the same thing they do right? Hunting things I mean?"

"Yes ma'am I do," He replied. He took a sip of his coffee. "Most people live normal lives, don't even know about the kind of things we see. Most of us fall into this business after being touched by the evil we kill."

"Yeah, why is that?" She leaned forward. "I mean after something evil happens, something horrible, wouldn't you want to get away from it. Move on with your life?"

Jonus smirked. "Well now, I think from what Dean and Sam's told me, that if you remembered you'd know exactly why."

"But I don't remember," She snapped. Not knowing who you are is frustrating enough. She didn't need riddles and half ass philosophy thrown at her too. "So explain it to me."

He sighed. "Let me ask you something. If someone you cared about got murdered, wouldn't you want justice? Wouldn't you want for whoever did it to pay, for your sake and so that no one else would have to go through what you went through."

"Of course," She replied, not understanding what he was getting at.

"Well that's sort of like hunting. Only there isn't just one. There's more than one demon, more than one vampire, poltergeist. There's evil in this world, Dorian. Lots of it. The cops take care of the human bad guys and people like us, well we take care of the other things."

"And I'm one of those people?" She asked.

Jonus shrugged. "You used to be. According to the boys, you were damn good at it too. Now, though you have a clean slate. You don't remember anything before waking up in the hospital. All you know is the flew flashes you've had, and what you know from us. You can turn around and walk away from this world, or you can keep on going fighting the good fight."

"Would you?" She asked. "Would you walk away from hunting if you could?"

Jonus smiled sadly and shook his head. "No. If there weren't hunters, more innocent people would die."

"People are always going to die," Dorian insisted.

"Yeah, but if I can save just one of them," He looked her square in the eye. "Than it's worth."

"It's just all so..." She paused looking for the right word. "Crazy."

Jonus took his empty mug to the sink. "For some people who've lost everything, it's the only thing that keeps them going."

She looked up at him. "Is that how it is for you?"

He leaned against the counter and looked out the window. Shadows of a darkened past played on his face. "That's how it is for most of us."

Dorian didn't ask anymore questions. She already felt like she'd overstepped her boundaries. "I'm kind of tired, Jonus." She pushed back the chair and stood up. "Is there anyplace I can crash?"

He turned and smiled at her, all traces of the sadness gone. "Yeah, you can crash in the bedroom."

He showed her the room and left her to herself.

Dorian sighed and lied down on the bed. She really was tired. It had been a long night, and the day didn't seem to be any shorter. She fluffed the pillow to make it more comfortable and then she closed her eyes.

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