AN: So I'm trying to get the chapters up just a wee bit quicker than before. I hope you enjoy.

"I'll kill him," Dean said angrily. "If he lays one hand on her, I'll kill him!" He was serious. He would rip Brett's heart out and feed it to him if he hurt Dorian.

"We have to find her before Brett does," Sam said. He pulled out his cell phone and called Dorian's again. It went to her voice mail. He shook his head. "Still no answer."

Dean hit the steering wheel. "Damn it! We never should have let her out of our sight!"

"Okay," Sam said. "We need to get the police reports from the accident. It'll have Brett's full name, and if we're lucky address on it."

Dean nodded. He slammed on the breaks and spun the car around. He slammed his foot on the gas and took off towards the police station.

"Maybe we should file a missing person's report while we're here," Sam said, as they walked up to the entrance.

Dean shook his head. "Not a good idea. If you recall Dorian thinks you tried to rape her."

Sam's chest went tight. He knew it wasn't him who had tried to hurt Dorian. He knew it was the incubus, but this is what he had been afraid of originally. Dorian thinking of or treating him differently. He loved her like a little sister. "I don't care about that. The more people looking for her the better."

Dean sighed. "Let's start by tracking down Brett. If it leads us to a dead end we'll file a report, but I'd rather us handle this since we don't know who or what my be involved."

Sam nodded. His brother was right. If something supernatural was involved in this than the police wouldn't be able to handle the situation very well. He needed to think clearly about this.

"Can I help you?" An overweight, middle aged, balding officer asked.

"Yeah, we were wondering if we could have a copy of the accident report from the amusement park," Dean said.

"Sure," The man replied. "It's public record. Just go down the hallway, make a left and then go into the records room. Sara will be there to help you."

Dean smiled. "Thanks."

Sam smirked. "Something that actually went smoothly. Shocking."

Dorian yawned and went to wipe her eyes, but found she couldn't. Her hands were held down by something. She blinked a few times trying to get the sleep out of her eyes and then looked down.

"What the hell?" She was strapped to a bed, almost the way they do in pyschiatric hospitals. She struggled against her bonds, her heart increasing it's speed as fear flowed through her body. Even her hands were tied in fists so she couldn't use her powers.

What was the last thing she remembered? Brett, she fell asleep in Brett's car. She had been exhausted after her incident with Jonus. Had Sam and Dean found her? Had they hurt Brett?

She looked around. She was in a small white room. The window was boarded up. Besides Dorian and the bed, there was nothing else. Where the hell was she?

"Help!" She screamed not knowing what else to do. "Someone help me!"

The door opened, and Dorian sucked in a breath, not knowing who was going to walk through. Not knowing what would happen to her. Too many thoughts were racing through her mind, twisting and turning. Fear was clouding her mind. She couldn't think straight.

Then dark hair and blue eyes appeared around the door. Dorian sighed in relief. "Brett!" Some of the fear seeped away. He must have escaped somehow. Not that she knew how they were captured in the first place. Then again she didn't know much of anything lately. "Quick help me get out of here!"

He walked over to her, a small smile playing on his lips. "Now tell me, why exactly would I want to do that?"

She looked at him, confused. "Brett?"

He laughed. "You know, you getting amnesia, wasn't part of the plan." He traced a finger up her arm. "But it worked out beautifully."

The fear quickly crept back into Dorian's veins. "What are you talking about?"

"People like you have such power," He said intensly. "But why you? Why Sam? Why not so many others who deserve it so much more?"

She started struggling against the restraints. "What are you talking about?"

"We study people like you," Brett told her. "We study your powers. We've already encountered a few witches, so we're not so interested in you. You weren't the original target."

Dorian felt betrayed. She had thought Brett was her friend, that he was someone he could trust. Someone who would get her away from Dean and Sam. Especially Sam. "Study? I don't understand!"

Brett leaned forward and kissed her forehead. "Don't worry. You will." He turned and walked out.

"Brett!" She screamed after him. She lifted her head and stared at the door as it closed behind him. "What the hell do you want from me?" She let her head drop back to the bed. She yelled out in frustration. "Why the hell is this happening to me!"

"Well that was a dead end," Dean said slamming the door to his car. He let his head fall against the seat. They went to Brett's supposed home address only to find themselves standing in the middle of a field.

Sam slammed his hand into the dashboard. "Damn it! He could be hurting her right now and we have no idea where to find her!"

Dean raised an eyebrow and looked at his brother. "I thought I was the overprotective one."

Sam grunted. "Yeah well apparently it's contagious." He rubbed his face. "We're missing something. Why Dorian? Why drug her?"

Dean shrugged. "Dorian's a witch. Maybe Brett's drugging her so she's not conscious enough to use her powers and blast the hell out of her."

"But why take her in the first place? What does he want with her?" He shook his head. "This just isn't making any sense."

"Maybe he just wants her," Dean suggested. That was not an idea he was comfortable with. "Maybe he's got some obsession with her since Dorian saved him and his psycho sister." His stream of thought was just not getting any better. In fact he was getting angrier with every one.

"I don't think so." He adjusted himself so he was facing Dean. "In my vision Brett said that Dorian was far too valuable to do any real damage to. He also specifically said that the drug he was giving her at that time was something to help her rest. I don't think he just wants to sedate her. He has something else in mind."

"But what?"

"What would make Dorian valuable to him?" Sam asked wracking his brain.

Dean through up his hand. "Maybe the guys possessed and he wants Dorian for her powers."

Sam chewed on the inside of his lip. "Maybe." He pulled his laptop out of the backseat.

"What are you doing?" Dean asked.

Sam glanced over at him. "Research."

Dorian struggled against Brett and the other man that was dragging her down the hallway. They had changed her into a pair of white scrubs. They wouldn't take the tape off her hands, so Brett had 'helped' her. He was smiling triumphantly the hole time.

"Let go of me!" She yelled. "Help! Someone help!"

"Scream all you want," Brett told her, jerking forward by her arm. "No one's going to hear you."

"What do you want from me?" She asked, digging her heels into the ground. "You said I saved your life!"

"And I'm grateful," Brett said sincerely. "The gears went sooner than we anticipated. The plan was actually for it go after we got off. Knowing the three of you, you would have been the first one's one the scene helping the people out." He jerked her forward again. "We were going to grab Sam in the confusion."

"You're not making any sense!" She said.

They came to a door. Brett and the other man shoved her inside so roughly she landed on her knees. Brett knelt next to her and whispered in her ear. "Sam is the one we want. Something wants him, and we want to know why."

Dorian had no idea what Brett was talking about. She was completely lost. "If you want Sam so badly, why did you take me?"

Brett gestured around the room. Dorian followed with her gaze. There was a bed in the middle. Several machines that she couldn't begin to identify. People in lab coats holding clipboards were staring at her with fascination. On the other side of the room was a large mirror. Dorian had no doubt it was one way. Brett wasn't kidding when they said they studied people like her.

She glared up at him. "If you wanted Sam, why did you take me?"

Brett jerked her to her feet and yanked her over to the bed. "Oh we're still going to take Sam. After we're finished with you."

One of the doctors walked over and started placing wires on her head. Dorian turned away trying to avoid them.

Brett grabbed hold of her shoulders. "Dorian, I don't want to have to strap you to the bed for this, but I will. The more you cooperate the faster this will go and the faster you can get out of here!"

She glared at him, daggers shooting a death ray directly at him. "Go to hell!"

He nodded. "Have it your way." He quickly backhanded her across the face. "Stubborn bitch."

Dorian brought her balled hand to her face, pressing against it to stop the stinging. She looked up at Brett with angry tear filled eyes.

Brett sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Look, just do as we ask, all right," He said kindly. "Then you'll be free and on your way."

Dorian didn't know what else to do, so she nodded.

Brett smiled and pet her hair. "Good girl."

Dorian was frightened. He seemed to go from so angry to so kind in just a moment. She didn't understand what these people expected from her. She didn't understand why they wanted her. She just wanted to be left alone.

Brett nodded at the doctors to continue attaching the wires to Dorian. "I'm going to cut the tape off your hands. If you try and do anything...well let's just say you won't like the consequences."

Dorian didn't say anything. She just let Brett take the tape off her hands. The tape stung coming off, but she flexed her hands and was grateful for the movement. She rubbed her raw skin. "Now what?"

"Now," Sally said walking in the room. "You're going to give us a demo of your powers."

Dorian knew she shouldn't have been surprised. Still she was. Even more so she was angry. "You bitch!" Dorian lunged off the table and went for Sally.

Brett grabbed her around the waste and flung her to the floor the wires on her head flying off. He followed up with a swift kick to her mid section. "Now I told you that if you tried anything you were going to get hurt."

Dorian clutched her abdomen. "Actually you said I wouldn't like the consequences," She said snidely. She had no idea where her sudden burst of smart ass came from, or her courage for that matter.

"She's got fire in her," Sally said, using a much slower, more adult voice than she had the first time Dorian met her. "I'll give her that. But we've studied witches in the past. I think this is a waste of time. Let's just make the trade and be done with it."

Brett hoisted her up. He pointed a finger at her. "Behave little girl, and I won't have to break that pretty little nose of yours." He turned back to Sally. "Each witch is different. Maybe we'll get some more information. If not no big deal, we still make the trade."

Dorian wondered what trade they were talking about. She had a feeling she wasn't going to like it. The doctors started replacing the wires.

"Hmm," Sally huffed. "I still think she's a waste of time."

Brett walked over and kissed Sally. A very deep, tonsil hockey like kiss.

Dorian raised an eyebrow. "Apparently not brother and sister."

Brett turned his head towards her. He smirked. "Sally is my wife."

Dorian nodded. "You two deserve each other."

"Why thank you." He walked over to Dorian. "Sally's a very special woman." He smiled nefariously at her. "And now, it's time to find out just how special you are."

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