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Sally gave a dramatic sigh. "She's beginning to bore me Brett. It's been two days now and all the little urchin does is throw energy balls. She's nothing special."

Brett stood against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. He was staring through the glass at Dorian. She was huddled in a corner, pale and shaking. Sweat covering her from head to toe. Dark circles loomed under her eyes. She was gazing around her, waiting for the next hallucination to come after her.

Dorian jumped and extended her hand. Another energy ball flew out from her palm. She was to the point where she didn't have to put much effort into it. Her body sagged. Brett could tell she was exhausted. More importantly she wasn't of much more importance to them.

Brett nodded. "I agree. I think it's time to call the Winchester's."

Dean was frustrated to the point where he was ready to hit someone just for the hell of it. They had checked out every abandoned building they could find in town. There was the next city over, but there were a lot more buildings to check out than he liked. They were losing time. Dorian was more than likely being drugged, and he didn't like the thoughts of what they might be doing to her.

"We'll find her, Dean," Sam said, knowing how upset his brother was. Sam was just as upset. They both wanted Dorian back with them. He hadn't had any more visions. He didn't know if what he saw had happened yet or not. He didn't know if she was still alive or not, but he had to keep hope.

"How are we going to do that?" He asked angrily. "We've followed every lead and come up empty. We're losing too much time. We need to find her now."

Sam opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off by his cell phone ringing. He pulled it out of his pocket and looked at the caller ID. He looked up at Dean. "It's Dorian." He picked up. "Dorian?"

"Close, but no," A woman's voice came through.

"Who is this?"

"Sam, I'm so shocked you don't remember me. After all you did help to save my life."

"Sally," Sam questioned. She sounded so different. Nothing at all like the hyper little cheerleader she had been when they first met. She seemed to have an older voice now.

"Very good," She replied.

"What do you want?" He asked, glancing over at Dean.

"That's a good question, as it seems we both have something the other wants."

"You have Dorian," Sam said. It was a statement. He knew she had her.

"Yes, but we're willing to trade her."

"Trade her?" He questioned.

"If you're willing of course."

Sam looked at his brother. He could tell Dean wanted to snatch the phone out of his hand. "What do you want."

"Just you, my dear boy. Just you."

"You want to trade Dorian for me?"

Dean shook his head. "No way."

Sam held up a hand to silence him. "I want to talk to Dorian. I want to know she's all right."

Sally yawned into the phone. "Very well."

"Sam?" Dorian's tired voice came over the phone.

"Dorian, are you all right?" He asked worriedly.

"Give me the phone," Dean said snatching it from his brother. "Dorian!"

"Dean, is that you?"

"Yeah, it's me. Are you all right? Did they hurt you?" He asked worriedly.

"Dean I'm scared," Her voice broke. "They keep sticking me with needles and..."

Her voice fell away.

"Dorian," Dean yelled. "Dorian!"

"Now you know she's alive," Sally said getting back on the phone. "If you decide to make the trade meet us at the waterfront tonight at midnight. Any cops, and we'll kill her on the spot."

The line went dead.

Dean was stuck between a rock and a hard place. He couldn't very well trade his brother for Dorian, but he couldn't let them hurt Dorian anymore either. They needed a plan. He looked at Sam. "What the hell are we going to do?"

"We're going to get Dorian back," Sam said. "I'm going to trade myself for her."

"The hell you are," Dean snapped. "I'm not getting Dorian back just to lose you." He shook his head and started the car. "We're going to get Dorian back, but I'll be damned if their getting you."

He peeled his car out.

Dorian was once again restrained to her bed. She was shaking, and sweaty. The hallucinations had subsided for now, but she knew that Brett was going to stick her with another needle soon enough. She had seen things, people, horrible creatures coming after her. She was so drained, and so frightened. Dorian just wanted out of this place. That was the only thing that gave her strength enough to struggle against her bonds.

The door to her room creaked open. Brett walked inside, shaking his head disapprovingly at her.

"Dorian," He said walking over to her. "You really should stop struggling. It would be so much easier if you did." He reached a hand out to her leg, and she jerked it as far as it would go. "Relax," He said soothingly. "I'm not going to hurt you." He leaned his face into hers. "You're far too valuable to do any serious damage too." He kissed her forehead and pulled a syringe out of his back pocket. "Here this will help you rest."

"No," Dorian all but whimpered. "No more drugs." She didn't want to hallucinate anymore. She just wanted to rest. She wanted to be safe. Dorian didn't know how much more she could take with the hallucinations.

"Shh," He soothed. He gently stuck her with the needle. "It's only going to help you sleep." He removed the needle and leaned forward, pressing his lips to Dorian.

The sedative was already taking affect. Dorian whimpered and was barely able to fight back.

"Sleep well," Brett said. He brushed a strand of hair out of her face and then walked out.

Dorian tried so hard to keep her eyes opened. Tried to keep struggling, but the sedative was taking a toll on her. It was making her weaker than she already was. She couldn't fall asleep though. She didn't know what would happen to her if she did.

Still she was so weak that the drugs were winning. She struggled to the very last flutter of her eyelid.

Dean and Sam stood in front of the impala by the waterfront. It was deserted this late at night, which is probably why psycho girl wanted to meet here. Dean kept his hands in his pockets. His hand encased around the cool metal of his gun. These people were not walking with Dorian or Sam. That much he knew.

Head lights shown in the distance. Dean realized it was the same van the attackers had been in from he first time Dorian was almost captured. Brett was seriously going to pay.

The van stopped a few feet in front of them. Sally got out of the front seat and walked over to them.

"Well hello boys," She said in a sultry voice. "So good to see you again."

"Where's Dorian," Dean asked.

She pouted. "You're no fun. Brett!"

The back of the van opened and Brett walked around carrying a limp Dorian in his arms. Dean sucked in his breath at the sight of her. She was so pale Dorian almost seemed translucent. Her hair and clothed were soaked with sweat, and her eyes looked hallow and black.

"Sam for the girl," Sally said.

Sam looked at his brother and nodded. "Put Dorian down and back away from her. I'll walk across with my brother, and when he gets Dorian he'll turn back."

Brett and Sally exchanged a glance. Sally nodded to Brett and turned back to them. "Fine." She pulled out a gun. "But if you try anything, we will shoot to kill."

Brett took a few steps forward and laid Dorian on the ground. He and Sally then moved back against the van.

Dean and Sam walked across the space. Dean knelt beside Dorian and felt for a pulse. He nodded up to Sam. "Dorian?"

She moaned and her eyes fluttered. "D...Dean? Where..."

"You're safe," He told her. He lifted Dorian in his arms.

Sam continued on, and Dean quickly took Dorian back to the car. He opened the door and laid her on the seat.

"What's going on?" She asked weakly.

"Just stay down," Dean whispered to her. He closed the door and stood up, drawing his gun and aiming it at Brett.

Sam pulled a gun out of his own jacket and aimed it at Sally. The door closing had been his cue.

"Get on the ground," Sam told them.

Brett just smiled. "Oh, I don't think so. You think we didn't expect this?" He gave a loud shrill whistle. Three more men jumped out of the back of the van, all with guns aimed at Dean and Sam. Brett pulled out his own gun. "Now what do you think the odds are of having a shoot out, and you guys surviving?"

"Oh I'd say our odds are pretty good," Dean said, with a smirk on his face. "Jonus!"

Jonus came out of the shadows, his own gun aimed at the other group.

Dorian could hear the conversations. Here everything they were saying. She had to do something. She forced herself to sit up. When she did it fell like a truck slammed into her. Her memories came flooding back to her. Everything about Dean and Sam, and her life forced itself back into her mind.

With the memories came an overflowing anger that gave her new energy. A gun shot rang out, and she could hear the panic. Dorian was not going to let Brett and Sally get away with what they'd done.

She opened the car door and got out. Dean was using the side of the car for cover. He looked back at her. "Dorian, get back in the car!"

"Trust me Dean," She said, winking at him.

"Dorian..."

She walked out into the open. One of Brett's men saw her and took a shot at her. Dorian threw her hand up and the bullet bounced off an invisible shield. Everyone saw, and suddenly things became quiet. She looked at Brett and Sally. "Leave Sam alone, get your in van, and drive away."

Brett came out from behind the van, Sally at his side. "Apparently there's more to you than we thought." He sighed. "Pity we won't get to study you again."

"This is your last warning," Dorian said, her eyes changing color and becoming all white. "Leave now, and I won't hurt you."

Brett laughed. "You're too drained to do anything to us."

"Dorian," Sam called to her. "Dorian, get back behind the car."

"It's okay," She said, never taking her eyes off Brett. Suddenly her feet left the ground and she was floating.

"What the hell," Dean whispered.

Brett took a shot at Dorian, but the bullet once again bounced off a shield. Dorian's body began to glow with light. She extended her arms. The light surged down her arms and out of her fingertips. The light grew brighter and shot out, hitting Brett, Sally, and their goons simultaneously. It was so bright Dean, Sam and Jonus had to turn their heads.

When they looked back, everyone was lying unconscious on the ground, including Dorian. Dean scrambled over to her. "Dorian?" She didn't respond. Fear filled his chest. "Sam, she's not breathing!"

Sam ran over to them and they immediately began CPR.

"Jonus call an ambulance," Sam called out, pumping Dorian's chest.

The older man nodded and pulled out his cell phone.

Dean gave Dorian his breath. "Come on Dorian, don't you dare die on me now."

Sam did a few more compressions, and Dean blew more air into her lungs. Finally she started to cough.

"That's a girl," Dean said, petting her head. "Just breathe."

Dorian's eyes fluttered open. "Dean," She said weakly. She smiled up at him. She looked over. "Sam."

Sam didn't know how she was going to react to him, so he started to stand. Dorian grabbed his hand and kept him beside her. "Don't go, please," She begged. "Either of you."

"It's all right," Dean said, taking her other hand. "We're not going anywhere."

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