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"Dean take a look at this," Sam exclaimed.

Dean groggily opened his eyes. He had dozed off while Sam was doing his research. "What is it?"

"I think I found our missing link," He replied excitedly. He hoped he was right. If he was, maybe they had a trail to finding Dorian.

Dean wiped the sleep out of his eyes and sat up. "What is it?"

"Over the last three years twelve people have gone missing," Sam said. "All in different area's of the U.S."

"Yeah people go missing every day," Dean said. "How does this relate to Dorian."

"Out of the twelve only one person was ever found alive," Sam said. "Jeremy Garwood. Nineteen years old."

"Okay, not following," He replied.

"When they found him, he was staggering through the streets," He said. "He had been drugged and was babbling incoherently about some secret lab and being studied because of his powers. The authorities wrote it off as side effects from the drugs, but..."

"It's possible that someone is studying people with supernatural powers," Dean finished.

Sam nodded. "They found the other eleven, but they were already dead, all with high levels of some unidentified drug in their system."

"All of them probably somehow linked with the supernatural." Dean sighed. "So Brett is kidnapping people like Dorian to study whatever abilities they have."

"Now the question is, how do we find them?"

"We need to talk to the survivor," Dean said. "Where's he live?"

Sam skimmed through the page on his laptop. "The article is based from Atlanta."

"Damn, that's two states over," Dean said.

"Yeah but it's only an hour flight," Sam said.

Dean glared at him. "You want to hop on board a plane, that's great, have fun, but I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to stay here and look for Dorian."

Despite the circumstanced, Sam smirked. Dean probably wouldn't have gone anyways, but still it was fun to make his brother squirm. "It's probably better if one of us stays here anyway," He said, not wanting to tease his brother too much. "In case we hear anything about Dorian."

Dean nodded. "Damn straight."

He laughed. "Of course it would be easier if we just called him."

Dean glared at his brother. "Yeah that could work to."

"It doesn't work like that," Dorian snapped, after another countless failed attempt at making an energy ball. "I can't control it!" She looked over at the mirror. She was alone in the room, but she knew that they were all staring at her.

Sally yawned looking at Dorian through the glass. "I told you she was a waste of time."

"Cut her some slack," Brett said, gazing at Dorian through the mirror. "She can't remember who is she, let alone how to use her powers."

Sally got a spark in her eye like Brett had just said something interesting. "Well then, let's give her a kick start."

Brett smiled back lovingly at her. "I knew I married you for a reason."

Dorian jumped, startled when the door to her new prison opened. Brett walked through the door with another man behind him. She glared at them both. "I can't give you what you want."

Brett smiled and shook his head. "Oh you can." He walked around behind her. "You just need the right incentive." He quickly pulled her into a choke hold.

"Let go of me!" Dorian yelled struggling against him.

"Doc, bring your ass in here."

Dorian kicked back, and caught Brett in the groin. He cried out and let go of her. Dorian took off towards the open door. The other man grabbed her around the waste. She brought her knee up and hit him in the head.

Dorian didn't have time to be stunned. Her legs kept carrying her towards the door. Another man came in and grabbed her pinning her arms to the side.

"Let go of me," She yelled, kicking her legs.

The man grunted when her leg caught him in the shin, but he didn't release his hold on her. Dorian cried out when someone jerked her head back. She looked over. Brett had regained his composure and had a death grip on her hair.

"You have spirit, I'll grant you that," He said angrily. "Doc!"

Another man came into the room. He was wearing blue scrubs and a white lab coat. His hair was gray and thinning on top. He came up to them, syringe in hand. He didn't bother cleaning Dorian's arm, he simply stuck the needle in.

Dorian struggled against them, but the damage had been done. Whatever had been in that syringe was now in her system. Brett pulled her from the other man and flung her to the ground. "Let's see how brave you are now."

Dorian shook her head as fuzziness set in. The world seemed to be spinning. She had no idea what was going on. What had they given her? She watched them walk out, leaving her alone in the room.

She heard a voice behind her. She whirled around to see a man, tall, burley, and a very angry expression on his face. He looked familiar. He looked frightening, and Dorian was suddenly very, very scared. She scurried back on the ground.

"Devil child!" The man seethed. "I should have killed you! I'm dead because of you!"

"Who are you?" Dorian asked, her heart racing.

"You're just like your mother. Evil incarnate!"

He took a step towards her. Dorian shimmied back.

"You're going to pay for what you caused me."

His features began to change. His skin began to char, his skin turning red and then black. Dorian's eyes widened in fright.

He began stalking towards her. "You'll pay for what you did to me."

He reached a burnt hand out towards. Dorian screamed and threw her hand out to wield him off. A bright blue energy formed in her hand and shot out at him. It hit the burnt man square in the chest. He screamed. His body became engulfed in the light. It covered him, almost eating away at him, and then suddenly, he just faded away.

Dorian sighed in relief. He was gone. She was safe. Well somewhat.

"Unfaithful," Another voice called behind her.

Just as her heart slowed, it began to race again. She turned around. Another man stood before her. This one had no skin. Only muscle. He stared at her with lidless eyes, a dagger in his hand. She screamed.

"I wonder what she's imagining," Sally said, watching her through the one way window.

"Who cares," Brett said, watching the show as Dorian began throwing energy ball after energy ball. "Whatever concoction the Doc came up with works great on the subjects."

"Yes, but why fear," Sally asked. "Why terrify them?"

"Because," Brett said, walking over and putting his hands on her shoulders. "If they don't know how to use their powers, or if they can't control them, than fear brings it out of them. Something about being completely terrified seems to bring out their magickal instincts." He kissed Sally's neck. "She'll protect herself anyway she can. Even if she doesn't know how she's doing it."

"It almost seems cruel," Sally said, nonchalantly. She smiled. "Well maybe not, at least not for this one."

"You truly don't like her," Brett said, amusement in his voice. "Why is that?"

Sally turned to him, her lips pouting. "Because the little bitch actually thought she had a chance at getting my man."

Brett smiled lovingly at her. "Not a chance in hell of that baby."

"She should still suffer for it," Sally said.

Brett turned her to face the window. "Than watch."

Sam hung up the phone and looked at Dean.

"Well," He asked.

"Well he remembers being knocked out and then taken to some location out in the middle of nowhere," Sam explained. "Some kind of old warehouse, or something along those lines. He said they kept him tied up for a while and then they brought him to some sort of room to run tests on him. After that everything get's a little hazy for him."

"What do you mean?" Dean asked.

"They started drugging him. He was reluctant to talk about it."

"Why?"

"Whatever drug they put into his system made him hallucinate, about all or most of his fears. They pumped it into his system on a daily basis."

"You think that's the drug they're using on Dorian," Dean asked, now wanting to get to Dorian as quickly as possible.

Sam shrugged. "I don't know, but judging from the way she looked in my vision it's probable. I mean she really didn't want him to give her anymore drugs."

"Okay, well that's great information, makes me feel a whole lot better," Dean snapped. "But how the hell do we find them."

Sam pulled out his laptop again. "We check out the abandon warehouses, and any other large structures in the area."

Dean sighed. He wanted Dorian back with him. He wanted her safe. He wanted her to remember who she was and how much they cared about her. Dean wanted to break every bone in Brett's body and then poke at his sore body, putting him in as much pain as possible. Then, he wanted to kill him.

He didn't know if he'd get that chance, but he was going to do anything in his power to get Dorian back.

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