Hi all! Thanks for the reviews and heres my next chapter. All the Dean lovers out there will probably strangle me, but this one is totally Sam centric. It's not as action packed as my other chapters, but I thought it needed to be written.

" Legion"

Ch.6

"Hey there cutie. You look lonely. What say you buy me a drink and we'll see what we can do about that?" a tall leggy, rather slutty looking blond asked Sam, not waiting for his reply as she sat on the empty bar stool beside him. Licking her lips, she swiveled around to where she was facing his profile, and waited for about a second for him to the expected thing and automatically buy her a drink. When he didn't, she leaned over and said in his ear,"Hello, anybody home?" putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Look, I'm not interested in buying you a drink or anything else you might be implying, so get your hand off my shoulder and go find someone else to pimp yourself out to."he muttered, not even looking up from the latest in one of the many drinks he'd lost count of, that sat in front of him to see what she looked like.

If he had looked he'd have seen the way her red lips formed into a comedic "O" at his response. It was wiped away quickly though, as she decided he couldn't possibly be turning her down. She must have certainly misheard him.

No one turned her down. Ever. It just didn't happen.

"Okay. I get it. Is college boy playing hard to get?"she purred into his ear, and instead of removing her hand as he'd requested, she let it slide down his shoulder along the front of his chest."If so, I love playing games."

Now normally, Sam would have just politely turned her down again and moved away, but that was would have been on a night when he hadn't just learned that the sole purpose of his being since Jess's death had been ripped away from him, a night when he'd also discovered that his dad had been putting his life, and Dean's on the line everyday in the past months for no reason whatsoever other than a crazy lame ass excuse that they should all be together like a family, and by not telling him that he'd killed the demon that had murdered his mother and his girlfriend, he was in turn bringing them closer to achieving this.

Was he crazy? Did he really think that misleading him for months would aid in him changing his mind about wanting to have a life other than hunting down supernatural beings? That he'd just say, Oh yes, thank you daddy! I want to be the perfect little soldier boy now, just like your faithful lapdog Dean.

Dean. That was to him the biggest betrayal of all. How could he have not told him dad had killed Jess and mom's murderer?

He knew that his dad had denied Dean knowing about it, but that was bullshit. It had to be, what with all his brothers recent episodes of just being completely un-macho and telling him that he had hoped that they could be a family again like before, after they'd killed the demon. He'd known there was something up with Dean openly admitting his feelings to him. He was just trying to set him up for the big fall. For when he finally found out the truth.

He loved his brother, but the betrayal had cut him like a knife.

"Well, screw you both."he said aloud, downing the last of his drink and remembering the woman beside him, swiveled around to face her, a smile on his face as he grabbed the hand she'd been sliding down his chest in one of his, and said in a sarcastically sweet voice,"Do you not understand English ? I guess you only speak whore, so I'll try to say it slowly for you so you might catch the meaning this time. "I," he said pointing at himself with the hand that wasn't holding hers still." have absolutely no interest in you,"pointing at her." or all the diseases I would catch from that nasty thing between your legs, so keep your fucking hands off of me." and flung her hand he'd been holding away from him to accentuate his words, standing up unsteadily from his stool afterwards intent on leaving.

Of course it didn't work out that way for him, because on the other side of miss skanky there just had to be one of your typical seedy bar type man who took it upon himself to heroically defend her honor.

"You need to show a little respect, because where I'm from boy, we don't talk to a lady like that."he said, standing up to block Sam's exit.

"Yeah? Well, when you see one of those around somewhere you let me know."Sam replied, looking the much larger man straight in the eyes, adding with a sneer,"And I'll be sure to treat her with respect."

"Are you smart mouthing me boy?" the man asked angrily, fists tightening at his sides.

Sam actually paused at this point to consider all the possible outcomes and repercussions he might face if he said the first reply that had popped into his head.

There was no doubt that, given Sam's current drunken state, the man could easily put a hurting on him. A real bad one from the angered expression on the mans face.

So, considering his next words carefully, he replied,

"That depends. Let's see, if me saying that you're a fucking loser who's only hope to get laid is to

defend some sluts honor as being smart mouthing, then yes. I suppose I am."he said, asking defiantly,"So what you gonna do about it?"

Obviously he'd decided to go ahead and say those first words. What did it matter anyway if the man beat the shit out of, or killed him even? He had no one left in life he could trust anymore.

"You're gonna wish you hadn't said that boy."the man growled, rearing his arm back to punch him.

Sam didn't even try to dodge the blow, which was every bit as painful as he'd imagined it to be. He just wiped the blood now leaking from his busted lip and asked with a sneer,"Oh come on. Is that the best you can do? My dead grandma could do better than that, you pussy."

As desired, these words enraged the big man even more, and he pulled his arm back to repeat his actions from a moment earlier. Just as he was about to throw the punch a loud voice broke the silence that had came over the bar as the other patrons sat and watched what was happening

"Teddy Mitchell, you will put that arm down right now and not touch that boy one more time."Missouri said, hands on her hips as she glared daggers at the big man."That is unless you want me to implant my foot up your ass."

"He started it Missouri." the man said immaturely, his fist stopping just short of connecting with Sam's face again."He shouldn't disrespect a lady."

"Yeah, that's right."the blond woman interjected. "He shouldn't have disrespected me."

"Please."Missouri said sarcastically, rolling her eyes before giving the woman a reproachful glance."We all know you haven't been a lady since you were 12 years old Carla, so you just shut up right now and get out of my sight before I decide to get my foot warmed up on you."

The woman started to retort, but sensing that Missouri was most likely capable of doing as she'd threatened, walked away with an indignant huff.

"Now Teddy, why don't you go and catch her before she leaves. I'm sure she'll be more than willing to show you how grateful she is for your oh so heroic act of punching a 23 year old who's drunk off his ass in the face for her."Missouri said to the man, shaking her head in disgust at his actions.

"Fine, I'll let it slide this time."Teddy relented finally, as his fist unclenched and fell to his side."But keep your friend out of here from now on okay?"

"Fair enough."she said with a curt nod as he walked away, going in the same direction as Carla.

"You, Sam Winchester,"she said as she helped him up from the floor where he had sat down a moment earlier."should be ashamed of yourself."

"Just leave me alone and go back to the rest of the backstabbing liars. I'm fine right where I am."he replied.

"I will do no such a thing, so you better get your skinny little drunken butt up before I have to pick you up and fling you over my shoulder. My backs been bothering me a bit lately, but I assure you I'm still capable of doing it."she threatened.

Even in his current state, it got through to Sam that she meant what she said.

"You know what? Okay, I will get up, but just because I want to."he said rising unsteadily to his feet,"and I'm not going back to your house, so if thats why you're here, it ain't happening."

"We'll discuss this outside where there isn't 50 nosy people listening."she replied, leading him towards the exit.

When they walked out, a cold gust of wind greeted them. The shock of the sudden change in temperature sobered Sam up considerably, well at least to where he could think a little bit better.

"Okay, I'm out. So you can leave me alone now."he said, sitting down on one of two benches that were in front of the bar.

"Get in the car."she ordered in reply, pointing to it as she said this.

"I have already told you, I'm not going back to where they are. They both lied to me, and I just can't be around them anymore."he argued, then added,"If I could have gotten the car out I would have already left town, but since it's blocked in I have to wait on a damn bus which doesn't come until tomorrow."

"Oh poor Sam."she said in a sweet taunting voice."He finds out that the demon who murdered his girlfriend was killed by someone other than him and just up and leaves."

"You think that's why I left? It's isn't."Sam argued, his head raising as he looked at her stonily. "Sure, I'd like to have been the one who did the bastard in, but it really wouldn't have mattered who did it as long as he got what was coming to him. The reason I left is that my dad killed it all that time ago and didn't bother to tell me just so I would keep going on wild goose chases with Dean. I deserved to know that the bastard was dead."

"I understand that part Sam. John Winchester has dropped about 75 on my respect meter, but what I don't understand is what this has to do with your brother. Why you would so easily leave him at the time he needs you most."

"He's no different than dad. He didn't tell me either, so obviously he doesn't care about me anyway." Sam said, swiping at the angry tears rolling down his cheeks."He betrayed me Missouri. You think if the roles were reversed and that it had been his girlfriend who he'd planned to marry, I wouldn't have told him? Even despite the fact that doing so might have led to him leaving I still would have."

"Your brother didn't know any more about it than you did."she stated.

"As John Winchester, the great liar himself, proclaimed."Sam said with a snort.

"No, it's true. I can tell when people are lying Sam. I'm a psychic remember? When he said Dean didn't know, he wasn't lying. Even if he had known, that's still no excuse for you acting like such a selfish little ass. Think of how many times he's saved your life, and how when growing up he was always there for you when you needed him. Then I want you to look me in the eye and say he honestly deserves to be thrown to the dogs and shit on by you."

Sam took a moment to reflect on her words, memories of him and Dean as young children, in school, and afterwards flashing through his mind.

No one will be allowed to harm little Sammy as long as I'm around, he remembered him proclaiming on more than one occasion, and he'd always been true to his words. Never hesitating to put himself in danger to protect his little brother.

Then a mental picture of him now popped up, being tortured by the thing inside him, yet still fighting against it instead of given in for fear of hurting him.

She's right, you are a selfish little ass Sam Winchester, he said to himself, now openly crying and not caring who might see it.

Your dad did something bad and you automatically punish Dean for it too. You should be the one that the demon was possessing, not him.

"Y-you're right."he said, finally looking at the woman who had sat down beside him and was now hugging him close."I love my brother and if he were to, well...you know. I don't know what I would do."

"That's the Sam Winchester I know talking now."she said with a warm smile.

"We need to go."he said, hopping up from the ground quickly and heading for her car."They haven't started it yet have they?"he asked her after they'd both gotten inside.

"No, at least they hadn't when I left."she answered, pulling from the parking lot onto the road.

Sam breathed a sigh of relief. He'd witnessed an exorcism before, and it wasn't pretty. Dean would need all the support he could get, and he was going to be there to give it, dad hating or not.

"Can I ask you something Missouri?"

"Sure sweetie, ask anything you want."she replied.

"How in the heck did you know all those people in that bar?"he asked.

After a moments consideration, she turned and looked at him, saying straight-faced,"Some things are best left unknown."

He laughed and sat back, remaining silent for the remainder of the trip as he prayed fervently that what they were going to do to Dean worked, and that it didn't kill him in the process.

TBC

Well, that's my Sam chapter. I know its cheesy but I think it was necessary.

Next chapter the exorcism begins!