Hi all, here's chapter 5 finally. Thanks to those who've reviewed so far, and I hope this chapter won't disappoint ya.

Oh yeah, I was having to look up all the Latin as I went, so I just decided to let the demon speak English. So just assume he's still speaking another language please.

" Legion"

Ch5.

"Dean?"Kat asked, bent down over the bed where she and his brother had moved him after his last episode. When he didn't automatically reply, she repeated herself, but this time much louder."Dean! Can you hear me?"

"Of course I can hear you.."he replied, his fully coherent eyes now fixed on her,a sardonic expression on his face."Why? Is deafness a side effect for demon possession that I haven't heard of? I'm new to this so I need all the info I can get you know?""

He was being a smart ass. Taking his anger out on her since he couldn't do so to the actual source of his ire.

She wasn't going to hold it against him though, but regardless chose not to reward him with a reply.

"Here, lets take your temperature and see how things are."she said, feeling a bit awkward as she pulled out the thermometer. "Hmmm...102.5." she muttered to herself.

"I could have told you I was hot."he said, raising his eyebrows comically as he did so.

Normally she would have responded to such a flirtatious manner with a like remark, especially to someone who looked like he does, but after what had happened earlier...

And despite his actions and words, he was a very sick young man, and she couldn't do anything for him. This wasn't something she could fix with any of her medicines.

It was nothing like the little kid who'd gotten a marble stuck in his nose, or even the teenage girl who'd begged her to prescribe some birth control without telling her parents. Both of which had been things that she'd encountered while working at the clinic for several years, and though the girls case had been one she'd had to handle carefully, she'd still found a way to work things out.

This "demon" inside of him was slowly killing him. In the past hour since the end of his last attack, his temperature had risen 1 and a ½ degrees. Several of the slashes, gouges or whatever it is that they were that covered his body were infected. Not to mention the burns on his chest.

Sure, she'd given him medicine to try and lower his fever, and cleaned and re-bandaged his injuries, but instead of the desired outcome his condition was declining instead of improving. She couldn't help but wonder if by trying to help him she was actually making things worse. That the thing inside him was laughing at her while sapping the life from him.

Where he needed to be was in the hospital, but she felt without a doubt that if she suggested this he would only refuse to go.

She was jarred from her thoughts by the sound of his voice once more.

"Could you please not do that?" Dean asked with a wince, closing his eyes quickly, raising a hand and swiping weakly at the penlight she was shining in them to check his pupil response, knocking it to the ground.

"What? Oh, sorry."She said in a high pitched nervous voice, moving instinctively away from him at this unexpected action.

Clearing her throat, she took a deep breath, picked the light up, turned it off, and hesitantly continued working.

Where the heck was Sam? He'd told her he'd be right back, but that had been a half hour or so ago, and he'd still yet to return.

She wished that she was not alone in the room with Dean.

She felt shame at her cowardice, but what if he "demoned"out again? Attacked her as he'd done to Father Mullins?

He seemed harmless enough at the moment, with his pale face and red tinged cheeks. But...he could easily be playing possum just to get her to drop her defenses.

Glancing at the untouched food that Missouri had brought to him earlier, she asked."Whens the last time you ate Dean?"

"Yesterday or the day before,who knows."he replied with a shrug, adding,"I kinda lost interest in it when the very sight and smell of it started making me hurl."

"What about sleeping?" she asked.

"Trust me, you don't even want to know the answer to that one."he answered with a soft chuckle.

"Dean, in order for you body to be able to heal itself you have to eat and sleep." she reprimanded with a grave expression.

"Well, I can't do either." he stated, shifting on the bed as he spoke, causing her to back away once again.

After staring silently at the ceiling for a moment, he spoke again.

She was so shocked by what he said that she bet her mouth must have hit the ground in surprise.

"You're scared of me."he stated almost so quietly that at first she didn't think she'd heard right.

"Excuse me?"

"I said, you're scared of me?"he repeated."Right?"

Was reading minds one of his demonic powers?

"What? Hehe. Don't be.."she answered with a nervous chuckle, not meeting his glance, then sighed as she decided to be truthfull. "I'm not going to lie to you Dean. Yes, I am scared of you. Anyone who would say they weren't would be lying."

"That's what I figured you'd say."he said with a bitter chuckle."It's funny how one day you are a chick magnet that women can't wait to get their hands on and then the next you're a freak who they don't even want to be around, much less touch."

"You're not a freak Dean."she argued.

"Oh really? Then what would you call it?"

"Uh...Demoniacally challenged?" she offered up lamely.

"Demoniacally challenged? Is that the proper medical term for it?"he asked, showing the first signs of a genuine grin since they'd started talking."That actually sounds kinda cool. Has a much better ring to it than freak,huh?"

"Not really. I'd prefer Dean, but if you want me to call you the demoniacally challenged man then I will, whatever makes you happy."she said straight-faced, patting his shoulder.

"Ah, another comedian."he said with a actual laugh, which he regretted afterwards because of the pain that shot through him from doing so."Ow, ow, it hurts when I laugh."he croaked out, trying to sit up on the bed.

"Then common sense would say not to laugh anymore now wouldn't it?"she asked, putting her hand on his shoulder and pushing him back down, turning serious as she said,"Don't do that. It won't help."

"Will anything help?"he asked.

"Sure, I have all kinds of painkillers I could give you."

"Will they put me to sleep?"

"Some definitely, others possibly."she replied.

"Then I guess we can forget that."he said with a sigh, closing his eyes.

"I'm sorry about all this, but I know Father Mullins will do everything in his power to help you, and so will I."she said, looking at the pained expression etched into his pale handsome face

"Well, there is one thing you might could help me with."he said quietly, opening one eye to look at her."One thing we haven't tried."

"What?"she asked, putting her hand on his shoulder.

"Sexual healing. They say it works wonders."he replied with a grin.

"Ugh!"she exclaimed, smacking his shoulder lightly."You perv!"

"What was that for?"he asked, looking innocently at her, pouting."You offer to help, and then you hit one of the only places on my body that doesn't already hurt when I wanna take you up on it. You're just mean."

"That's me. Just a big ole meanie."she said with a shake of her head, taking his blood pressure once more to see if it had regulated.

"That bad?"he asked, seeing the frown on her face.

"Lets just say its not normal."she replied, not wanting to alarm him any more than he already was.

He was about to ask just what she meant by not normal when the doorbell rang.

Great, the priest is back, he thought with a feeling of dread. Now the real fun begins.

There was a knock on the door and without waiting for any acknowledgement it opened to reveal not Father Mullins, but the great elusive John Winchester himself.

"Dad."Dean said with disbelief.

"Hello son."John said, walking over and standing beside the bed.

John wanted to hug him, but from the look of things doing so would only hurt him, so he instead put his hand out and squeezed his shoulder.

Kat stood there awkwardly, looking back and forth between them for a second, then cleared her throat and said,"Well, I'm just going to go on out in the kitchen now or something, but if you need me just yell."and exited the room, almost running smack into Sam who shouldered past her and closed the door behind him.

"Well, well, look who decides to show up finally."Sam said angrily, leering at his father."What was it that got you to come? Missouri calling?"

"Sam, don't."Dean said from the bed, where he'd successfully struggled into a sitting position.

"No Dean. He's going to hear what I have to say."Sam said through gritted teeth."You didn't come when he was dying before, but we, without your help, fixed that, so despite my own feelings in the matter, Dean talked me into letting that one slide, but not this time. Hell no! I know you probably don't give a shit about me, and it really doesn't bother me that much anymore. But Dean? He's tried to be everything you want him to be. And how do you repay that? I've called you every day for 2 damn weeks, asking for you to come help him dad, and you can't even at least return the call?"

"Sam, there was something..."John started to argue, but his youngest interrupted him.

"Something important going down? Something more important than your own son? I don't even want to hear that bullshit."

"I'm sorry son."John said sincerely."I can't tell you, both of you, how sorry I am. I've just become guilty of the fact of relying that you two can handle most things on your own. What's important is the fact that I'm here now, and we're going to beat this, together, as a family."

"Oh give me a fric..."Sam started, but Dean looked at him pleadingly and said,

"Sammy, please don't."

"Fine, okay,"Sam relented with a sigh, sitting down on the edge of Dean's bed. "For now."

"Now boys, I need you to tell me everything about this demon."John said, pulling a chair beside the bed and sitting down."Don't leave even the smallest detail out."

The room grew cold suddenly.

"Oh shit."Sam said, hopping off the bed and turning to look at his brother simultaneously.

"Da.."was all Dean could get out, looking at his father helplessly, before his body went rigid, his eyes blackened, and his head slowly turned towards John.

"Dean?"John asked.

"That's not Dean."Sam muttered, unconsciously moving closer to his dad.

"Now that we've got the whole family together, maybe it's time we get down to business John Winchester. Here I was starting to think you wouldn't show"the demons voice spoke from Deans lips."I shouldn't have doubted the great hunter of demons though should I? A brave warrior in mankind's fight against evil?"it asked with a howl of laughter.

"That's right. I am the hunter of demons, not my boy. You wanted me here, so I'm here. Now let him go."John demanded, standing from his seat.

"That's not going to happen. You see, I have a score to settle with you. The best way to do so is to hone in on your weakness. Everyone has a weakness John, and in your case it is family."

.Turning his head in Sam's direction, the demon laughed deeply, and spoke again."As I was saying, since you're all here maybe its time you learned some things that have been kept from you Sammy boy."

" It's not like I'd believe anything you have to say, so don't bother wasting your breath."Sam replied through gritted teeth.

"Oh but I think you really need to hear this one boy. You see, daddy here has failed to relay the fact that he found and destroyed the demon who was responsible for both your mother and that sweet little piece of ass girlfriend of yours' death."

Both Sam and his father gasped at the proclamation that was made.

"What? That's not true you bastard."Sam said angrily." He would have told me that."

"Would he now?" it said with a cackle."Isn't that the truth John? That you killed that demon not even a month after your sons girlfriend was murdered?"

Looking carefully at his father, Sam awaited his answer.

"Yes, yes it's true."John said quietly.

"But why would you not tell me?" Sam asked, tears of anger forming in his eyes, fists clenched at his sides as he faced his dad.

"I thought it was for the best son. With all three of us working as we do I knew we could continue destroying these creatures, and help assure that no one else ever has to go through what we have, and your brother...well he hasn't been the same since you left for college. It almost seemed like his heart wasn't really into it anymore."

"Oh my god. You selfish bastard. How can you stand there and try to rationalize the fact that you've put myself and Dean in danger almost everyday while trying to find you, and how many restless nights I've spent replaying what happened to Jess continously, thinking I'd never get the chance to avenge her death. Look at him dad, look at your son. You did this too him."

Dean had sat silently, a huge smile of satisfaction on his face as he listened to and watched the exchange taking place before him.

"No one made him do anything, he chose to do this."

"Did he know too?"Sam asked suddenly. The thought popping up in his mind, along with the memory of Dean telling him that he wanted them to all be a family again. "He did didn't he?"he said staring accusingly back and forth between his father and Dean's demon occupied body.

"No, no. I didn't tell him either."John argued, but Sam was so mad that he didn't trust his words.

"Fuck this, fuck you, and fuck Dean. You can both go to hell."Sam yelled, stalking from the room and, ignoring Missouri's questions as he passed her by, he went out the door slamming it shut behind him.

Inside John Winchester stood facing his now standing eldest son, who stared back at him with his strange eyes, a smirk on his face.

"Now that's what I call a family reunion."it spoke, then nodding his head, sent John Winchester flying into an old wardrobe that stood in the corner, then into the dresser before Missouri, Kat, and Eli who had practically ran into Sam on his way out, rushed into the room.

Seeing that the priest held a case which no doubt contained all the objects needed to perform an exorcism, the demon smiled, forgetting John for the moment as it said,"I guess it's time to play Father."

TBC

I know I said there would possibly be a death in this chappie, but I haven't totally made up my mind if I want to go that route as of yet. Not much demony goodness either, but since I decided to change the plot line a little I held off on it until the actual exorcism begins next chapter. Until then, tata, and don't forget to R&R!