Chapter Three: Maxine
'God you're heavy' I grunted as I dragged the demonic son of a bitch around to the back of the cafe, and heaved the body into a dumpster. As I wiped some sweat off my forehead, I look down at the two Winchester brothers slouching against the wall, unconscious, lil' sleeping beauties. Well, not really little. One of them was exceptionally tall, had hair almost as long as mine and had a cut across his forehead, the other one was shorter, had spiky hair and a golden amulet around his neck. My eyes lurked over their faces for a while. They sure were handsome, but I really could not spot a hint of genetic relevance between them, besides the fact they had about seven layers of clothing on.
After studying them for a moment too long, I remembered that a third hunter had been thrown into a clusterfuck of pick up trucks. I looked over to see someone digging their way out of the clump of broken cars. The hunter emerged, dusty and miserable. He looked up at me and frowned, his blue eyes cutting holes into mine. I looked him up and down. He was dressed in a really dirty brown trench coat, covered in what looked like blood stains. He also had a large silver blade tucked into his belt. He sure liked to accessorise. I looked back at his dusty face and felt a small smile curl in the corner of my mouth
'Hey handsome, you alright?' I said, and watched as he stomped towards me, pulling his blade out, eyebrows still drawn together. I stumbled back a bit, alarmed, and right in front of my eyes, he disappeared.
I spun around rapidly, but nothing was here except the Winchesters, the dumpster and the wind. I blinked a few times just to be sure.
'What the f-'
I was suddenly slammed into the cafe, my head crushed into the crusty, decaying wall. The hunter then held his blade right against my neck, whilst pushing me up the wall. I kicked as hard as I could, right in the balls, but he seemed unfazed by it.
'Who are you.' He shouted, his gravely voice ringing in my ears. Everything was spinning, and all I could see was this man's blazing blue eyes piercing into my skull. I struggled to breathe, his blade cutting the tissue of my skin.
'N-No d-d-mon' I gasped out hoarsely, trying to release his grip around my neck.
My vision was blurring rapidly as the blade sliced into each sheet of tissue of my skin.
'Shit, this is how I'm gonna die?' I thought.
Just as I sucked in one last gasp of air, I heard a small, deep voice.
'Cas?! Cas! NO!'
I felt his grip loosen instantly, and I fell to the ground with a soft 'thump'. I coughed and wheezed as I rubbed my throat, trying to get ahold of my bearings. I felt a hand gripped on my shoulder, which I hit back, scrambling against the wall. The long haired Winchester backed off, his hands held up. The other Winchester was holding up the trench coat psychopath, talking to him, his tone forceful.
'It's alright. It's alright. We're not going to hurt you' The long-haired Winchester said.
'Like hell you are, Fabio! What the HELL was that?!' I put my hands against the wall, pressing myself up, and bracing myself, hand hovering over my dagger.
'Sorry, he's.. cautious. I'm Sam, this is Dean and Castiel' Sam said, offering a hand to help me up.
I stared at his hand until it dropped to his side. My eyes flickered up to their faces. None of them seemed of any threat, although I still don't trust fricken bible-basher, 'Castiel'.
'Max' I muttered, straightening up.
'Okay, Max, uh.. Before, did you..kill that.. uh'
'Demon?' I finished.
Sam nodded his head slightly.
'Yeah I did, I had my orders, I killed it. It's in the dumpster if you want it as a souvenir' I said, as I began to walk away.
'Wait wait wait' Dean said, holding his hand out to stop me. 'What orders?'
I glared at him momentarily, watching his green eyes flash, before replying 'Bobby Singer told me to keep an eye on you boys.'
'Bobby Singers dead.' Castiel grumbled.
'Well thanks Captain Obvious, I know he's dead. It was in his will for me to watch the Winchesters, make sure you didn't..' I paused hesitantly 'get up to anything.'
Dean looked over to Sam, saying 'Why the hell would Bobby send a girl to watch us?'
'Hey, I can hear you y'know, you sexist dick.'
Dean looked rather offended.
'I saved your cherry pie ass, show a bit of respect' I continued
Sam's eyebrows furrowed as he turned to me
'Yeah, uh, do you have some place to.. stay?'
'What?'
'Do you want a ride to the motel down the road? It's the least we can do for you saving us.' Sam mustered a small smile. The guy looked in pain.
'Yeah thanks, but I've got my own ride.'
I slipped past Dean's hand, which was strangely still on my chest (what an ass), and rounded the corner as I walked to my car.
I pulled the keys out as I heard Dean mutter 'Whoa mama'
I turned around, facing him as I walked backwards.
'She's a beauty ain't she?'
He nodded slightly, his jaw slackening
'Is, that a?'
'69' Dodge Charger? You bet'
I swung round to see my blazing red dodge charger glistening, like always. I found her at the side of a highway about two years back, abandoned with the keys still in the car. The engine wasn't working at the time, so I pushed it back to Bobby's place, where I fixed her up and called her home.
I opened the car door as Dean goggled at her.
'Hey, eyes are up here' I said directing his eyes back to my face.
He smirked and pointed at me then the car.
'I like you'
'I know' I responded, climbing into the front seat and slamming the door.
