AN: Wow guys thanks for the reviews. I'm glad you enjoyed. And yes, I have another one in the works. Hopefully I'll have it up soon, but I want to get the first couple of chapters done before I start, so I'll work on that as much as I can. Here's the last chapter, and as always thanks for reading.

Dorian's eyes began to flutter.

"Come on, Dorian," Dean said, seeing she was beginning to stir. "Wake up."

She heard his voice and let herself moves towards it. Dorian needed Dean and Sam right now. She forced her eyes opened and looked up. Dean was on one side of her bed, Sam on the other. She gave them both a sad smile. "Hey." Her voice was hoarse.

"Hey yourself," Sam said. "How are you feeling?"

"Thirsty," She replied.

Dean grabbed the pitcher off the table and filled the cup. He eased it to her lips and Dorian drank almost half the cup.

"Thanks," She said, her voice a little bit like her own. "How long have I been out?"

"Two days," Sam told her.

"Brett and Sally?" She asked.

"Here for a while," Dean said with a smile. "But after that it's go directly to jail, do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars."

Dorian smiled.

"What the hell was that anyways?" Sam asked. "I've never seen you do something like that."

Dorian shrugged. "That's because I never have." She sighed. "I was pissed."

"Ya think?" Dean asked sarcastically. "Just don't ever do it again!"

"Sorry, but I couldn't let them hurt my family," She told them.

"Yeah well, you stopped breathing and..." Dean trailed off. "You're family?"

Dorian nodded. "Yeah, as much as we've all been through together, how could you guys not be my family?"

"Wait a minute," Sam said. "Are you saying..."

"I remember," Dorian told them. "I remember every horrid thing, and every wonderful memory. Most of the wonderful ones came from when I was with you guys." She smiled and took Sam's hand. "I am so sorry."

Sam smiled back at her. "It wasn't your fault."

"No, but I never want you to think that I'm afraid of you," She glanced over at Dean. "Either of you. I love both of you."

Sam still had a sadness to him.

Dorian squeezed his hand in reassurance. "When Brett and Sally had me, they drugged me, a lot. Whatever they gave me, was making me hallucinate. I guess they thought if they could scare me enough, that more than just energy balls would come out."

Dean smirked. "I guess they should have tried pissing you off."

Dorian chuckled. "Well the thing is, I saw my father, and skinned Tom, and a lot of other things we encountered. The drugs must have been pulling them from my subconscious. Anyways, the point is, I never once did either of you two pop in with those fears. I know what Jonus told you, Sam. It wasn't me who said those things, not really. I know you would never hurt me."

Sam smiled. He was grateful for everything that Dorian was saying. Grateful that she had her memory back, but mostly grateful that she was alive. He didn't know what to say, so he just left it at that.

The rest of the day consisted of Doctors poking and prodding at Dorian. She was a little unsure about the needles, but Dean and Sam stayed with her, even when the doctor tried to make them leave. Dorian had insisted that they stayed. Finally after much arguing he'd given up.

After the doctors, were the cops. Statements all around. Dorian claimed she couldn't remember much. That she had been too drugged. Sam and Dean said they weren't sure what had happened and that it seemed like someone dropped a bomb. The police concurred that there was some kind of blast, though they couldn't figure out where it came from.

The trio knew they'd have to skip town soon, before the police started digging closer. Brett and Sally were going to go to jail for a long time. Dorian was glad for that. She didn't want anyone else having to go through what she went through.

"Hey you guys," Sam said. "I'll be right back. I'm going to grab some food. You guys want anything?"

Dorian shook her head.

"I'm good," Dean told him.

"All right, I'll be back in a few," He said.

Dorian watched him leave and was grateful for the few minutes she was going to have alone with Dean. She watched him flipping through the channels for a moment. She didn't know how to start the conversation, but she knew she needed to.

"Dean," She said quietly.

He looked at her. "What's up?"

She couldn't quite bring her gaze to his eyes.

Dean could tell she was uncomfortable. He turned the T.V off and gave her his full attention. "What is it?"

"He watched me." Her voice cracked. She cleared her throat and tried again. "He did more than that. He changed me. My hands were tied in fists. He wanted me to wear those ugly scrubs. I couldn't change myself and they weren't going to untie me until they were ready."

"Dorian..."

"Don't," She said quickly. She closed her eyes to squeeze back the tears. "Let me finish." She took a deep breath. "He took his time with it, leering at me, brushing his hands against me. I wanted to gouge his eyes out and cut his fingers off." She looked at him. "I thought that the demon was the worst thing that could happen to me, but yet again I was wrong." She sighed. "After the demon I fell into a dark place. I didn't care if I lived or died. Then I lost my memory, which is horrible in itself. It gave me a new perspective on life when I got it back. Made me realize I still want to live." She let her head fall to the side. "Then I think about Brett and I know how easily I could fall into that hole again. I don't want to though."

Dean took her hand. "You won't. I'm not going to let you." He had more rage built up inside of him right now than he ever remembered having. He wanted to rip Brett apart, make him suffer worse than Brett made Dorian. If cops weren't standing outside Brett's door, Dean would kill him now.

A sob escaped her throat and tears began to fall. Dean moved up to the edge of the bed. He gathered her up in his arms and let her cry into his chest.

"Do you hate me?" She asked between sobs.

He looked down at her. "Why would I hate you?"

"Because I've been so selfish," She told him. "I was so wreckless I could have gotten you and Sam killed. I could have..."

"But you didn't," Dean told her. "I know you've been hurting for a while now. I'm just not the emotions kind of guy. I didn't know how to talk to you about it, but what you're going through, me and Sam are here for you. We're not going anywhere."

She nodded into his chest. "I know you're not. I'm just not used to having that."

He squeezed her. "I know."

"I'm tired," She said quietly.

"Go to sleep. I'll be here when you wake up," Dean assured her.

The doctor released Dorian the next day, instructing her to get some rest. Her body was still exhausted from the toxins it had received from her captors. Dorian promised to follow the doctors orders and was glad to be sitting in the backseat of the impala.

"Feel good to be on the road again?" Dean asked.

Dorian nodded, her head resting against the seat. "It feels good to be getting the hell away from that town."

Sam laughed. "I bet."

A few towns over, Dean stopped at a motel. They checked in for the night. Dorian walked inside, tripping over the threshold.

Sam grabbed her by the arm to keep her up. "Yup, you've got your memory back."

"How is it possible, that when I don't remember who I am, I'm graceful as a ballerina on opening night, but the second I remember I'm clumsy again?"

"If you weren't clumsy than you wouldn't be Dorian," Dean told her.

She waved him off. She went over and dropped on the bed. She saw Dean and Sam exchange a smirk.

"What?" She asked.

"Well we sort of wanted to do something for you," Sam said. "After all you've been through..."

"Oh no," She buried her head with the pillow. "No more amusement parks."

Dean chuckled. "No, no more amusement parks." He pulled the pillow off her head. "We just thought we'd sit in and watch a movie."

She lifted her eyebrows. "What movie?"

"You remember, a while back when we were talking about the Wizard of Oz?" Sam asked, reaching down into his bag.

"Uh huh."

He pulled out the DVD. "Well we thought we could watch it tonight."

Dorian smiled. "Now a movie, I can definitely deal with."

"Yeah, yeah," Dean mumbled.

"I take it this was Sam's idea?" Dorian asked.

"Dean hates musicals," Sam informed her with a smirk.

"Oh," Dorian said nodding. "So I guess my pleasure is your pain huh."

"Haha," Dean griped.

Dorian kicked out and knocked him off the edge of the bed. Dean landed on the floor with a thud. Sam and Dorian both busted out laughing.

"Oh you think that's funny do you," Dean asked, climbing back on the bed.

He grabbed hold of Dorian and started tickling her. She squealed and tried to get away from him, laughing as he continuously tickled her sides. "Dean stop!" She said between fits of laughter. She squealed again. Sam just shook his head, happy that things were back to normal, and started to put the DVD in.

Fin.

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