The Winchester brothers and their friends Bobby Singer and Castiel had been searching for a way to stop the impending fight between Michael and Lucifer. The only chance they had of actually winning was an anti-christ named Jesse, but he had run away leaving them with nothing. Since then, they'd sat around in Bobby's living feeling sorry for themselves. It'd been completely quiet before Bobby finally spoke up, "If there's an anti-christ, what about a Jesus christ?" At the question, everyone's eyes turned to look at the clueless angel leaning against one of the bookcases.
A face of realization appeared on Castiel's face before he disappeared, blowing the papers around where he'd been standing with a flap of his wings. He'd searched for hours for what would most likely be their last hope, and came up with two angels hovering about a high school in Montana.
"Castiel…" Diniel, a black-haired angel, hissed, pulling a metallic blade out from the jacket of the suit he wore. "Laylah, take the girl elsewhere." Diniel ordered, turning to the brunette woman beside him, Castiel's blade piercing through her neck before she had the chance to move. A bright light shone through where it had gone through before dimming down into nothing. Girl? Castiel was beyond confused. From what he'd seen, Earth's salvation was a man.
Shock flitted across Diniel's face as Laylah fell to the floor dead. His jaw clenched and he gripped the blade in his hand tighter. Castiel showed remorse as he arrived at the conclusion that they may have been together since the child's birth, maybe earlier. Still, it didn't stop him from killing Diniel.
A girl named Maxine Kershaw hid in one refrigerators in the cafeteria of her high school, patiently waiting for the last people in the school to leave for Thanksgiving break so she could eat all their food and then go break into a few cars once the sun went down.
"TGIF." Max snorted as she crawled out, she only took the things that were going to go bad over the break with her as she moved through the dark cafeteria to the simply justified her actions as keeping the kids in her school from getting any fatter than they already were, and stuffed her face. She didn't stop to breathe until what sounded like wings flapping behind her drew her attention.
"What the hell…" Max breathed, her head turning to see what she thought might've been crows or pigeons that got through the doors. Instead, she saw a man standing in behind her, blocking her view of the cafeteria doors before her scenery suddenly changed when two fingers touched her forehead. She blinked and she was in a brightly lit room compared to the cafeteria filled to the brink with books and papers. The wallpaper looked old in what Max had guessed was originally a living room. The four men that occupied the room stared at her, most likely waiting for her to say something, but she was too busy trying to keep her eyes from burning out of her skull with the drastic change in lighting.
"Touch me again and I'll castrate you." Max warned, her eyes narrowed in the direction of the man that had brought her there to begin with. His dark blue eyes squinted into her icy blue in both confusion and curiosity. His back was hunched over ever so slightly and the sleeves of the trenchcoat he wore covered the top half of his hands, the suit he wore underneath was barely visible. Combined with his messy dark brown hair, he looked to be at least forty.
"Who is this, Cas?" A tall man asked, his hazel eyes being the second set to stare the clueless teenager down. His brown hair was half the length as Max's, making the girl subconsciously tug on the beanie covering her short blonde hair that barely brushed her shoulders. The change in clothing from the person who'd brought her there and the tall man was unusual. It was a little chilly outside seeing how it was mid November, but the fact that he wore three layers of clothes inside seemed like overkill.
"None of your damn business. Now, take me back." Max demanded, standing from where she'd been placed on the cot under the large window in the room. It took her a minute to realize that it was snowing outside and not raining like it had been when she was at the high school. How long have I been out? I don't even remember falling asleep…
"Whoa, whoa. We can't do that." Another man with brown, spiked up hair and a scruffy face, said, seeming to be the second tallest. He stepped closer in an effort to calm Max down, his hunter's boots on the floor prompting Max to move farther away. He wore the same unnecessary three layers of clothes the tall man wore, but he seemed to be a few years older
"Take. Me. Back." Max hissed, her already light eyes glowing brighter the way angels' do. Electricity danced along her arm. She winced each time it touched her pale skin. She only acted the way she did as pure intimidation with no real intention of hurting them. But, they didn't know that, and the same fingers that touched her forehead before sent her to dreamland.
"Ain't she a feisty one." The oldest man in the room asked, wheeling himself around his desk in his wheelchair to get a better look at the girl. "You sure she's Jesus?" He asked adjusting the cap on his head.
"The angels protecting her seemed to think so." Castiel shrugged, throwing one of Max's arms around his neck to keep her from hitting the floor
"She needs someone to protect her? Sure." The scruffy man snorted, watching her from the corner of his eye as the electricity on her arms seemed to fade into her skin. It'd been made clear from the moment she got there that she wasn't like the Jesus in the books, if she was Jesus at all.
"Either way, she's gonna be pissed when she wakes up. Put her in the panic room in case she decides to tear down my house." The old man ordered, looking to the angel that brought her there.
He nodded and was in the panic room in seconds, dropping the girl on a cot in the middle of the room, the tall and scruffy man from earlier walked in through the doorway moments later to handcuff her to the bed.
Max's eyes opened to find herself in a different room that she was before with rusted walls and demonic symbols all around. Her body lurched up to look for a way out, but was brought back down by the handcuffs on her wrists and ankles and the pain in her chest that felt like someone was scratching at her ribs. Are you kidding me?
"Hey!" Max screamed at no one in particular, "Let me out of here you perverted bastards!" She was completely unaware that three of the four were standing outside the door quietly to see what she would and/or could do. When no one answered, she figured then was her best chance of getting out, and her eyes glowed again towards the vent above her head as leaves rustled above. Come on... She egged on the tree branch that tied itself around the fan as another worked its way in. A triumphant smirk slid onto Max's face as it wrapped itself around her restraints. Bitches thought they could hold me down. She froze the cuffs and the branches broke them with ease with a cracking sound. "Bastards…" Max hissed one last time as she looked at her pale frostbitten ankles and wrists. She knew when the feeling came back, it would hurt like a bitch. Might as well get it over with. Her skin grew warmer and she could feel the blood rushing in all at once. It felt like when you cut off the circulation in your legs when you crossed them, but ten times worse.
She'd originally stood up from the cot when she broke free, but fell to the floor when the pain became too much for her. She groaned in pain just wanting it to be over already, nearly burning herself when her attention went to the scraping near the door. She moved to see if she could find a way out, but all she could do was get rid of the tree branches before the door unlatched and screeched open to reveal the scruffy man, the tall man, and the blue-eyed man. "Are you okay?" The tallest one asked, quickly kneeling down in front of Max, but she scooted away.
"Can I help you with something?" She snapped, "Know what? I take that back. Go fuck yourselves." A hooded glare was cast to the three before she stood again
"Ouch." The scruffy man muttered
"Look, we're sorry about all this, but we need your help." The tall man pleaded as he backed away
"Help?!" Max screeched incredulously, "Hell no! Especially not if this is how you ask someone for help."
"Even if we told you that you could stop the apocalypse?" The scruffy one asked, not a hint of a lie like Max thought would be there on his face.
"You're one of those people. Look, dude, if their was an apocalypse coming, we'd know." Max deadpanned, though she was intrigued by what they were saying
"No, you wouldn't. Just like you don't know ghosts, demons, and other monsters exist." The tall one shook his head. Max started to believe what they were saying, they could tell by the way her eyes dropped to look at the burned and scarred tips of her fingers. Am I a monster? "Let's start over, okay? I'm Sam Winchester and this is my older brother, Dean." The tall one said, motioning to the scruffy man, "We hunt monsters." Dean smiled for a split second at Max before Sam continued, "This is Castiel. He's an angel."
"So, you're gonna kill me then? Awesome." Max sighed, a little bit of relief showing itself. She'd equated herself with the monster Frankenstein had made, and prepared herself for when the townspeople got their pitchforks. It'd only made sense that people who killed monsters would kill her."
"No, you aren't a monster." Sam snapped, sounding almost offended that she'd even suggest it.
"Alright, then what am I, because I'm pretty damn confident that I'm not an angel." Max sighed, ashamed to actually be believing anything her kidnappers said. She felt like a dumbass, but something about them made her trust them. She was sure she'd regret it later.
"No, you are no angel. You are Jesus Christ." Castiel spoke up
"Way to lay it on there, Cas." Dean snorted
"Sure... Cause I'm God's tranny son. I think I'd know if my dad was God." Max scoffed
"Really? 'Cause Cas said he said he found you at a high school by yourself." Sam pointed out, starring Max down
"After school activities." Max lied
"At 9 at night?" Sam asked with a cocked eyebrow
"Community service takes a while." Max lied seamlessly, "Anyways, I'm Max. I guess I'm helping you stop the apocalypse...if there's food." She said, saluting with two fingers along with the crooked smile on her face.