River was surprised to find Sam waiting for her outside the saloon that night.
"Where were you?" He looked up, holding half a glass of whiskey.
"I was talking with Walker." River stated. She didn't understand drinking.
"Why?" It was almost slurred.
"Why not?"
"He's a demon."
"Not yet." River pointed out.
"These are memories. You can't change things." Sam muttered. "He becomes Crowley."
"And if he didn't I'd probably not be able to do what I need to, as Crowley taught me a good deal." River didn't understand how it could make him angry, but it did.
"Did he?" Sam placed a hand on her shoulder. "Like what?"
"How to stop Hell Hounds, properties of salt...Sam, you're hurting me." River whispered. His grip was tightening. Sam's mind made no sense. Rage. Envy. Lust. Greed. Pride. Gluttony. He'd committed six of the seven deadly sins, or at least thought about them. When Scarlet approached, River didn't realize where to two blue gloved hands between them had come from. But fear
burst out of her as she pushed her away.
"Two by two, hands of blue!" River cries out, grabbing her head as she backed up. Scarlet has fallen into a table and Sam was helping her. Jean
was trying to comfort River, to calm her down. Collene had cocked her rifle.
"What the Hell just happened?"
"I came to check on them..."
"I'm going to take Rowena upstairs." Jean stated, cutting off Scarlet's explanation. Sam was still more then River could translate, but a new thought about her slipped out. Fear. What is she?
And River fled to her room crying.