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Legion

Ch.3

Throughout what little remained of the night and also the following morning, while Sam and Missouri set forth putting their plan into action, Dean laid in the guest room bed, wide awake the whole time, staring up at the ceiling overhead. Closing his eyes and feigning sleep only when he heard the door to the room softly creaking open every so often when one of them stuck their head in to check on him.

People are so delusional sometimes he thought as he lay there. He didn't think it in a mean way because

he knew they meant well. But come on! Did they seriously think he would go to sleep after what had happened earlier when he'd let his defenses down for what, 2 minutes? Nope,not one hell of a chance that would happen folks.

Truth be told, Dean had been awake, other than that brief lapse, for the past 4 days or so thanks partly to fear of what could happen and partly to various no sleep aids he'd picked up here and there, and though he was fully aware of the unhealthiness factor of what he was doing, he was more aware of what would happen if he didn't do it, and so far his plan had been working out pretty well.

This had been the first time in the um...well 4 days or so since he'd attempted actual sleeping, that the thing in him had gained full control of his body. Then this shit had to happen.

He just had to let Sam talk him into coming to Missouri for help didn't he?

Not that there was many other options since their dad was, as per norm for him nowadays,MIA and made no reply to the many calls his little brother had made.

Dean was usually a firm believer in his dad and didn't tend to question the rationalization of his actions like Sam did constantly, but didn't he even care that they had no idea what to do to fix this? Didn't he care about what was happening to him? They,he, really needed him right now, and though he hated to admit it to himself, and would never admit it to Sam, his faith in his father was waning, and that was something that hadn't even been in the realm of possibilities before.

Things seemed pretty helpless in his opinion.

No priest was going to agree to help 2 men who just come up and tell them that one of them is possessed by a demon. A demon that they'd just happened to accidentally oopsy and let inside them when they were performing their own unsanctioned exorcism.

Like Missouri had said, he'd known what a big deal performing an exorcism on his own was. He also knew that priests had to go through all kinds of channels just to even have it considered to be done,and that took time. Time that the little girl hadn't had. She'd have died before they found a another priest who was willing, as the now dead one had been, to put their own well being at risk. Those type of priests, the real priests, were few and far between.

So... Dean had taken matters in his own hands in his usual reckless manner, and now, even though he'd accomplished saving the girl, he himself was undeniably, without a doubt, royally fucked.

Look on the bright side Dean, he thought with sad grin, at least it picked you and not Sam. Could you imagine a demon getting a hold of Sammy and his "shining". That would have spelled chaos for sure.

He was tired.

Not really so much physically as mentally. Even now he felt the thing inside him pulling at his mind, trying to regain control once more, and he didn't know how much longer he could keep it locked in.

Aw quit your whining, he chided himself. You can handle this. It's just another demon, and think of how many of those you've killed in the past years.

Yeah, but what about Sam, can you be sure that he is safe during this?

He'd sworn he would never let anything happen to his brother, no matter what, and he meant to do just as he'd sworn. Even though, right now the biggest threat to Sam was laying right here in this bed. So if it happened to come to the point where he couldn't fight it anymore?

Well...he had plans for that too

Pushing this thought aside, he quickly closed his eyes when thought he heard the door creak, playing asleep as he waited for the expected noise of it closing again. No such noise came, and other than a slight breeze from the open window blowing in, the room remained silent.

Must have imagined it, he thought, but still waited a few seconds longer before opening his eyes just to be sure.

"Hello dear."his mothers voice said as he opened his eyes and was greeted by the sight of her face hovering inches from his own.

"Holy shit."he whispered with a sharp intake of breath, closing his eyes again quickly, thinking maybe he was having a delusion brought on by lack of sleep,and that she'd be gone when he reopened them.

No such luck, he reopened them and she was still there. He started to yell for Sam, but was silenced from doing so by her putting a finger to his lips and shaking her head, saying, "Dean, sweetie,I wouldn't do that if I were you."with a gentle smile curving on her lips.

How many nights he'd laid awake watching over his brother as he slept peacefully, wishing he could hear the very voice that he was hearing now just once more.

"Mom?"he whispered when she moved her finger a moment later, tears welling in his eyes.

Then, he sniffed, and noticed the smell that accompanied her.."My mother's dead."he stated numbly.

"Yes, I am."she said with a nod, standing straight as he sat up on the bed.

"Why are you here? What do you want?"he asked her guardedly.

"Why would you ask that my sweet little boy?"she asked with a pout."Aren't you happy to see your mommy again?"

"Yes, if you were really her, but we both know you're not."he replied angrily.

If their was one memory he'd managed to keep entirely intact of his mother, it was the way she'd smelt like flowers every time he'd been near her, and when he'd inhaled earlier, the scent that had emitted from what now stood pouting before him was definitely not flowers.

"What do you mean sweetie? Of course I'm your mother."she replied, reaching a hand out towards his bare shoulder.

He flinched away from it as he stood up from the bed.

"My mother didn't ever smell like..like warmed up shit."he said, narrowing his eyes at her.

Yeah, it was lame, but at the moment it was all he could think of to describe the horrid stench coming from her.

"That was before I got gutted and burned to death insuring the safety of you and your brother. Or have you forgotten that already, you ungrateful little bastard?" she hissed in reply, her smile morphing into a sneer, adding,"I don't imagine you'd smell like flowers anymore after that either, now would you?"

"Now I know you're not her. My mother never cussed a day in her life."Dean stated, giving her a sneer of his own."So drop the fucking act and get lost."

"Oh poor delusional little Dean, don't you realize that I'm not going anywhere until you pay for what you have done to me?"

"What happened to my mother was not my fault. I know who you are, so go back wherever you've been for the last few days and don't come back out! Now leave!"he ordered, closing his eyes tight, willing it to be gone when he reopened them.

"You're making things so hard for yourself boy. . Much harder than they have to be,"she said as he stood with his back pressed against the wall, eyes closed. "You're not going to win. I will have total control of you very soon. Me standing here now is a testament to that."

"I said for you to leave."he repeated sternly."it's my body and I'll die before I let you have it."

It let loose a musical feminine laugh then said,"I do admire your resilience, but I'm also very bored with it. Now open your eyes and look at your mother when she's addressing you!"it yelled.

He started to not do as it asked, but if he didn't it would only make him seem afraid, and he was not going to give the thing inside him the pleasure of that, so he did as requested.

"That's a good boy. Now give us a kiss."the disgusting burnt thing that stood smoldering in front of him said, moving towards him with outstretched arms."Cause mommy loves you."

He tried to get away from it, but he had inadvertently put himself in a corner which held no means of escape, so he could only stare in disgust and horror as it finally reached him, forcefully pulling him into a tight hug, the heat coming from its body quickly scorched through the t-shirt he was wearing.

He screamed.

It was burning him, and it hurt like a bitch.

"Get off me!"he yelled, then yelled again, this time saying,"Sam!"

"Just give in my precious boy and we can be together forever."it said through burnt lips.

"Fuck you! SAAAAMMMM!" he screamed as it burnt totally through his shirt and was now in contact with bare skin.

In the kitchen they heard the scream, and Sam immediately jumped up in alarm, running to the bedroom door and flinging it open.

"Dean!"he exclaimed, seeing his brother pressed tightly up against the wall smoke pouring from his burnt clothing.

"No! Don't touch him Sam."he heard Missouri cry in warning as he automatically raced towards him.

"I have to do something."Sam said, putting his hand out to touch Dean, who was writhing in pain against the wall. He jerked it back with a hiss of pain when the intense heat emitting from his brother, burnt him upon contact, yelling"Shit!"

"Sam!"Dean yelled again, unaware, due to the pain being inflicted on him, of the fact he was standing right in front of him."SAM!"

"I'm right here Dean!"Sam yelled back, and seeing his face twisted in a grimace of pain, reached towards him only to be burnt again.

"Missouri?"Sam yelled frantically, looking at the woman pleadingly.

Instead of replying, she quickly walked from the room, leaving Sam staring with his mouth dropped open in shock.

Where'd she go? He thought in disbelief, but she appeared again at that moment holding a cross that Sam seemed to remember had been hanging on the living room wall.

"What are you going to do with that?"he asked, seeing her walk purposefully towards Dean. "That'll just make it mad!"

"Be quiet Sam."she said calmly, and having reached Dean pressed the cross to his already red chest.

At this action, Deans mouth flew open and an unearthly wail emitted from it, his eyes changing black once more.

"Dean, I know you can hear me now."she said, holding it firmly against him,"Make it go away. Take control of your own body again."she ordered.

"You're all going to die! All of you!"he screeched at her in reply."You're going to lose and then you're going to die!"

"Dean! Take control back. You can do it."she said, smiling encouragingly at him as she ignored the steady stream of cursing and such coming from his mouth."Come on Dean. You did it before, you can do it again."she continued as Sam stood there feeling totally helpless, praying that his brother had it in him to do as the woman asked.

After what seemed like an eternity, her order was obeyed as the pressure holding Dean to the wall was removed and he dropped to the floor, landing on his hands and knees.

He looked up then, his black eyes meeting both his brothers and Missouri's in turn, "Vos mos non lucror."(you will not win) "it hissed angrily.

As soon as these words had left his mouth, Deans eyes cleared, and Sam cautiously approached him once more.

This time when he touched his shoulder, he felt no heat or other form of resistance.

"Dean? Is it you now?"he asked, meeting his brothers eyes.

"Y-yeah, it's me."Dean answered slowly, but clearly, his teeth clenched against the pain of his burns.

"Oh fuck."Sam said, taking in the severity of the large burn that covered his brothers chest and torso almost entirely."We're going to have to take you back to the hospital Dean."

"No. It's n-not as bad as it looks."Dean protested with a quick shake of his head, and painstakingly rose from the floor, keeping his head lowered slightly so Sam hopefully wouldn't notice the few stray tears that had escaped from his eyes.

"It looks like you've got 3rd degree burns Dean."Sam argued, grabbing his arm just in time to save him from falling back down again."This isn't like before. This is serious."

"What can they do for me at a hospital Sam? Not a damn thing. So I'm not going, okay?"

"They could give you some pain pills, or something."he said in reply, making an effort to talk some sense into him.

"That's a great plan Sam. I'll just take some pain pills to knock me out and end up killing everyone in the hospital. Gee, why didn't I think of that?" Dean said, grimacing as he sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Alright."Sam relented, knowing what Dean said was true, and moved aside as Missouri came back into the room holding a bottle of Aloe rub.

"Thanks."Dean said as she started applying it to the burns.

She just smiled and continued her task..

"How'd you know what to do, or that it would even work?"Sam asked her, putting a hand on Deans unmarred shoulder in a gesture of support.

"I didn't, but I figured it was worth a try." she replied, frowning at the even sadder shape he was now in.

"What happened Dean? Did it sneak in while you were asleep again?" Sam asked.

"No, I was..."he had to stop and bite his lip when she rubbed a particularly bad area so as not to cry out, but continued a minute later,"I was awake this time."

"Crap, that's not good is it?"Sam asked no one in particular.

"Not good at all." Missouri muttered as she finished up." Now try not to touch it Dean, the aloe will help to numb it as long as you don't rub it off, okay honey?"

"Okay."he replied with a nod, then silence filled the air.

"I almost couldn't take it back this time."Dean said a minute later after shaking his head no at the shirt Sam had took from his bag and held out to him.

"Take what back?"Sam asked, though he had a pretty good idea.

"My body Sam. What else would I mean?" Dean snapped in reply.

"Well, that doesn't matter. All that matters is you did take it back."

"Whatever."Dean mumbled, then looked at Sam and asked him,"Did you see anything?"

"When?"

"When you came in here. Did you see anything or anyone in here with me?"

"No, why? Who was here?" Sam asked with a frown.

"Oh nobody. Just the thing inside me playing with my mind."

"I'm sorry we left you in here alone. I realize now that was a total mistake, but it won't be one that happens again." Sam said, feeling incredibly guilty.

"It wasn't your fault Sam. I don't really think it would have mattered if you were here or not."

The sound of the doorbell ringing cut off whatever Sam would have said in reply to that, and Missouri set the aloe down on the dresser and went quickly to open the door, leaving the brothers alone in the room.

Looking at Sam questioningly, Dean asked him,"Who is that?"

"Not positive, but my guess would be the priest that she called to performanexorcismonyou.." Sam answered, running the last words together, while looking at Dean from the side of his eyes to gauge his reaction.

"She got a priest to agree to doing it this quick? Don't you think you might have told me this before he came ringing the bell? Or do I not matter in this case?" Dean asked through clenched teeth, narrowing his eyes at his brother.

"Well, you were sleeping so soundly and I just didn't want to wake you. You really needed the rest." Sam replied, choosing his words carefully.

"Uh huh. Well, I guess I really shouldn't be mad anyway since I need to get this fucking thing out now."Dean said with a sigh, leaning his back against the headboard of the bed. He looked sown at his burnt chest. Frowning, he looked at Sam and asked him,"Do you think this will leave a scar? Cause chicks really like it when I show my chest and all."

Sam couldn't help but laugh at his question It was such a typical Dean thing to ask.

"What? It's not funny Sam, I'm serious."Dean said, glaring at him.

"Um..I don't know Dean." Sam said when he had finally gotten himself under semi-control."If it does we'll save up all our money and take you to a plastic surgeon. Maybe we can get a package deal and get you a breast enlargement while we're at it."

"Not funny."Dean said punching his arm, then saying,"Ow, ow, ow. Shouldn't have done that." when the movement resulted in pain.

"That's what you get."Sam said with a smirk.

"I will never allow myself to hurt you."Dean said solemnly, all humor disappearing from his face.

"I know."Sam replied, solemn also.

"Never, ever..."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You'll never hurt me. I get the point." Sam interrupted.

"No, I don't think you do."Dean said, giving him a meaningful look.

"Oh.."Sam said when he realized what he meant. "It won't come to that, so don't even think about it."

"I hope you're right."

TBC

Okay, the real good stuff starts next chapter. I have lots of twists in store , so I hope ya'll continue reading! R&R!