Okay I hope this does okay. If not, then oh well. I set the story after Dean returned from the pit. I also started with how Max got stuck with Dean and Sam. I really hope this story is okay. More of Max's past will be shown in the future chapters and more adventures with Dean and Sam. Please review and tell me what you think. =)
"Sam? Is daddy and grandpa out hunting again," the little girl asked as she looked out the window. She was wearing her little blue night gown with her long hair in lose braid. She held her teddy bear close to her body. "Why are they taking so long, Sam?"
"Yeah, they are but they'll be back soon. How about you get ready for bed," Sam told her. All he got was a sad look from her.
"I miss my own bed."
"I know, Max. But it's better than nothing."
"I miss my mommy," that always stumped Sam. Little Max is six years old and her life was turned upside down when Max's mother was killed by a demon who was looking for the Winchesters. Max saw it all. The Black Eyed Monster, she called it. After her mother was killed, the demon left not knowing that Dean had a daughter. "Why was mommy killed by the Black Eyed Monster, Uncle?"
"Alright! Bed time, shrimp," Sam picked up Max and laid her in bed. "Got your bear?" The girl nodded and pushed her feet under the covers. "Good, alright. I'm going to be here all night with you. Okay?"
"Will daddy be back tomorrow," Max asked tiredly.
"Hopefully," Sam said as he turned off the lamp next to her.
"Goodnight, Uncle," Max said quietly before she fell asleep.
"Goodnight, Maxie."
"Okay, so after you loaded your gun, aim, then slowly pull the trigger," Dean explained to the seven year old.
"But you don't pull the trigger slowly," Max said to her father. The resemblance between the two was amazing. Max had the same green eyes, and light brown hair. But the down side of it was the same attitude that she inherited from her father as well.
"Yeah, well…I'm more experienced than you. Now aim then_" Max shot Dean's gun off three times, scaring him. Hitting her target in the right spot. "Son of a Bitch," Dean couldn't believe what he saw. Right in the target, three times, from a seven year old.
"Well done, Maxie," John said from the Impala.
"Thanks, Grandpa!"
Dean just starred at the target in shock. "Well, umm…beginners luck. Let's try a shotgun next. Good job."
"Dad," Sam said from the tree. "Are you sure we should be teaching her this. She's just a girl."
"You were younger than her when you shot your first gun," John said. He continued to watch Dean teach Max how to shoot a shotgun.
"That's not what I mean. What I mean is, do we really want her to have this life?"
"Max doesn't have anyone else besides us. She was guaranteed this life at the moment she was born. Besides, look at her. This girl has the talent to become a hunter," John laughed as Max fired the shotgun. Causing Dean to fall to the ground. "I'm sure she'll be fine."
"Why did you have to leave me dad," Max cried over her father's grave. Heavy tears ran down her face and hit the ground. She had been crying there all day. "First Grandpa, now you. You were all I had since mom died. You took me in and took care of me. Now you're gone. What am I supposed to do? Go to school like a normal teenager? Live the teenage life?"
Max blamed herself for Dean's death. She couldn't stop Lilith. She also trusted a demon that she thought would help Dean's deal with the Crossroads Demon. She thought she could save her dad, but she couldn't. She let him down.
"I wish, I can trade my soul for your. That way, you can live with Sam, and wouldn't have to deal with me anymore. I'll would be out of your life," she continued to cry harder. The more she cried, the more anger she built up. "Do you hear me," Max shouted in the air, hoping someone would hear her. "Let me switch places with my dad. I, Max Winchester, will take my dad's place in Hell. Please, someone, please…"
She waited, but no one came. No demon, no nothing. She was all alone in that forest. Sam went off drinking. Max had no one to comfort her. She sat at her father's grave throughout the night, hoping for a miracle to happen. None did. Her father was still in Hell, and in a way, so was she.
"Max, down!" The ghost behind Max disappeared from the salt bullet. "What did I tell you about watching your back," Dean said to her.
Max fired her gun to the doorway behind Dean, where the other ghost was standing. "I would say the same about you." Max got up from the floor and walked towards her father. "Ghost twins? Really, whose idiot idea was this?"
"Okay, I'm sorry. What more do you want from me," Dean reloaded his shot gun and pointed it towards the hallway. "It seemed easy at the time, okay."
"How is this easy? The twin's remains where placed in different places of this home. How exactly is this supposed to be easy?"
"Have faith in your uncle, Maxie. He'll find the bones…hopefully," Dean shot off a round ahead of him.
"You and uncle use that word way too much. 'Hopefully this.' 'Hopefully that.' 'Hopefully we'll make it out of this alive,'" Max sassed. "I want a cheeseburger if we live through this. And you're buying."
"Why am I buying?"
"Because you're my dad and a father provides for his family…or what family he has left anyways. And because you're gonna get me killed. Again," Max shouted as she shot her gun again.
Sam came running around the corner ad quickly raised his arms in the air. Max's gun was pointed at him. "Don't shoot. I found the bones." Sam ran to the fire place with Max and Dean following close behind. As soon as he reached the fire place, Sam dropped the bones into the pit and tried to find his lighter.
"What are you doing," Dean shouted. "Torch it!"
"I can't find my lighter," Sam frantically search his pockets but found nothing. Behind him, Max fired she shot gun.
"Uh oh," Max said as she looked searched her pockets. "Dad, I'm out of ammo."
"Perfect, just perfect," Dean shouted. His gun went off. "Great, now I'm out. Damn it, Sam. Where's your lighter?!"
"I don't know. I can't even remember the last time I used it," Sam explained.
"Oops," Max said.
"Oops? What oops," Dean shouted.
"I used his lighter when I was burning my grade reports," Max said. "I think I left it at the last hotel we stayed at." Max picked up the iron rod next to the fire place. She looked at Sam, "I promise I'll buy you a newer and better one."
"What grade reports? Max," Dean shouted.
"Great, so now what," Sam said.
"They have to have some matches somewhere in this house," Dean said as he looked around. "Okay, I'm going to look in the kitchen. You stay here and guard Sam. And if we get through this, you and I are going to have a long discussion about your grades." Dean left the family rooms and ran towards the kitchen.
"Hopefully the ghosts will kill me before he finds the matches," Max said under her breath. She looked down at Sam, who was glaring up at her. "What?"
"What were your grades," he asked.
"God, not you too. It doesn't matter anyways."
"Max," Sam shouted.
"Alright. I got an F in cooking class."
"One F? I thought it would be far worse than that. So why did you burn them?"
"I didn't want you to see, because…because I know you and Dad would laugh at me," Max said. One of the twins appeared beside her. Max quickly swung the rod at it. "I didn't want you to know that I can't cook. And it doesn't matter anyways. I'm not your average teenager who has friends and huge dreams of going to college like you did. I'm stuck with this life. Like you and dad."
"You don't know that. And the cooking thing, that's nothing to be embarrassed about," Sam said. "You're a smart girl, don't let that bring you down. You'll learn how one day."
"Found some," Dean shouted as he ran around the corner with a smile on his face. "Alright, lets torch these who evil twins." He lit the match book and dropped them onto the bones. In front of Max the twins screamed then faded into nothing. Max dropped the rod and sighed in relief.
"I'll be in the car," Max said as she picked up her gun and walked away. She slammed the front door as she left the house.
"What's that about," Dean asked.
"Nothing. She probably thinks you'll take away her shot gun and blade for one F," Sam said.
"One F? That's all she got. So why did she burn them? Got an F in what class?"
"Cooking," Sam said. "She got an F in cooking class."
"Cooking class," Dean laughed. He continued to laugh. "Really? How do you fail cooking class?"
"That is exactly the reason why she burned them," Sam pointed at Dean's face which caused Dean to stop laughing.
"What? What did I do?"
"You laughed. That's the reason why she burned them. Because she thought we would laugh," Sam explained as he picked up his gun and started to walk out.
"Seriously though. How do you fail cooking? Especially Max, why would she think that we would laugh at her?"
"You just did, and you really don't know how to cook either," Dean stop laughing. "Look, just take it easy on her. I think still she's upset that you were gone for four months when you went to Hell. Also probably still in shock that you got out of Hell and picked up where we left off. Like nothing happened. Just talk to her Dean. Max went through a lot since her mom died and you gone to Hell, made it a lot hard for her. Just take it easy on her."
When they reached the Impala, Max was asleep in the back seat with her ipod blasted up. She was listening to Queen, one of many of her favorite bands. One of her favorite songs, Who Wants to Live Forever. Dean noticed the tears marks running down her face, she's been crying.
"Maybe I have been a little hard on her," Dean said sadly as he started his Impala.
Sam looked back at the girl and smiled at how peaceful she looked. He remembered when she was young and how she would fall asleep in the back seat and would use his jacket as a small blanket. A lot has changed since then. Dean began to back out of the drive way and made his way back into town.
"Where are we going? You know that the way out of here is that way," Sam said as he point the other direction.
"Gonna try to find a good place to eat. I owe Max a cheeseburger," Dean said. "And so that we can have a nice dinner together, like we did back in the old days."