Supernatural: Nightmare
A/N: I'm back with the final chapter, and it looks like things are gonna get worse for the Winchesters at the rate things are going.
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Supernatural. I just own any and all characters that I just happen create.
CHAPTER FOUR: A SAD ENDING
Unaware of what was going on downstairs, both Dean and Liz were kneeling next to Mrs. Miller, and they were holding a washcloth to her head, when the bedroom door opened on its own; Max entered, and the door closed. Dean started to walk towards Max when he didn't see Sam, but then both he and Liz were thrown into a wall, and they fell to the ground.
Max pulled out the gun.
"Max!" Mrs. Miller gasped.
Groaning, both Dean and Liz got up from the floor and started moving towards Max, but when he let go of the gun, it hovers in the air, and they both stopped, staring at it in shock. Mrs. Miller followed the gun with her eyes as it floated towards the Winchester twins; but the gun stopped in front of Mrs. Miller, it cocked, and then it turned towards her.
"No. Max," she whispered, fearfully as she stood up slowly.
Dean moved to stand in front of her when the gun shifted its aim toward him, and he stopped.
"Stay back," Max ordered. "It's not about you."
Dean refused to move. "If you wanna kill her, you gotta go through me first," he stated.
Max smiled coldly. "Okay." And wit his mind, the trigger was pulled and Dean was shot through the head; both Liz, who screamed, and the wall behind them was covered in blood, and he collapsed to the floor. Dead.
Sam was sweating heavily and leaning against the door of the closet in pain as the vision of Dean dying faded. "No! NOO!"
Outside, the wardrobe moved away from the closet.
Inside, Sam panted and was confused. Had he actually moved the wardrobe with his mind? And he cautiously pushed the closet door open.
Meanwhile, Max had the gun in the air, pointed at his stepmother, and Dean was glaring at Max, clenching his jaw, angry.
"Max. No," Mrs. Miller whispered fearfully.
With his eyes on Max, Dean stepped forward in front of Mrs. Miller, and the gun immediately shifted and it was now aimed at him.
"Stay back," Max ordered. "It's not about you."
Dean refused to move. "If you wanna kill her, you gotta go through me first."
Max smiled coldly. "Okay." He was about to pull the trigger when Sam burst through the door, and the gun flinched, just like Max.
"No, don't! Don't! Please. Please, Max," Sam pleaded. "Max, we can help you, alright? But this - what you're doing - it's not the solution. It's not gonna fix anything."
Max stared at him for a moment, desperation on his features. "You're right," he whispered.
Sam smiled slightly, and then suddenly, Max pointed the gun towards himself and shot himself in the head, falling to the ground.
"No!" Sam shouted, but it was too late. Max was dead.
A while later, police officers were investigating the house, and Mrs. Miller was talking to a cop.
"Max attacked me," she told him. "He threatened me with a gun."
The police officer gestured toward Sam, Liz, and Dean, who were standing by. "And these three?"
"They're…family friends," Mrs. Miller answered. "I called them as soon as Max arrived, I was scared." And her voice broke. "They tried to stop him. They fought for the gun."
"Where did Max get the gun?" the police officer asked.
"I don't know!" Mrs. Miller cried hysterically. "He showed up with it, and-" but she couldn't go on.
"It's alright, Mrs. Miller," the police officer told her.
Mrs. Miller wept. "I've lost everyone!" and she continued to sob.
The police officer then turned to Sam, Liz, and Dean. "Okay. We'll give you a call if we have any further questions."
"Thanks, officer," Dean said and then turned to Sam and Liz. "Come on." And they left.
Leaving the house, Sam, Liz, and Dean were walking back to the car.
Sam shook his head. "If I just said somethin' else. Gotten through to him somehow."
"Don't do that," Dean protested.
"Do what?" Sam asked.
"Torture yourself," Dean stated. "It wouldn't have mattered what you said, Max was too far gone."
"Sadly, I agree with Dean," Liz said reluctantly. "You did do everything that you could, Sam, but all that Max dealt with…it was too much for him in the end."
Sam sighed. "When I think about how he looked at me, man, right before - should've done something."
"Come on, man, you risked your life," Dean pointed out. "I mean, yeah, maybe if we had gotten there twenty years earlier." And they stopped at the Impala.
"Well, I'll tell you one thing - we're lucky we had Dad," Sam said.
Dean and Liz were surprised. "I never thought I'd hear you say that."
"Well, he could've gone a whole 'other way after Mom," Sam remarked. "A little more tequila, a little less demon-hunting, and we would've had Max's childhood. All things considered, we turned out okay-thanks to him."
Dean thought about that. "All things considered." And they got in the car.
Later at the motel, Dean, Liz, and Sam were getting ready to leave, packing their bags.
"Dean, I've been thinking," Sam said.
"Well, that's never a good thing," Dean joked, only to be kicked in the shin by Liz. "Hey!"
"Be kind," Liz scolded.
"I'm serious," Sam stated, but he did smile slightly. "I've been thinking - why would this demon, or whatever it is, why would it kill Mom and Jessica and Max's mother, you know, what does it want?"
Dean shrugged. "No idea."
"Well, you think maybe it was after us?" Sam asked. "After Max and me?"
Dean and Liz shared a confused look. "Why would you think that?"
"I mean, either telekinesis or premonitions, we both had abilities, you know? Maybe it was after us for some reason," Sam guessed.
"Sam, if it wanted you, it would've just taken you, okay? This is not your fault," Dean stated firmly. "It's not about you."
"Then what is it about?" Sam asked.
"It's about that damn thing that did this to our family," Dean answered. "The thing that we're gonna find, the thing that we're gonna kill. And that's all."
Sam nodded and went back to packing for a moment. "Actually, there's, uh, somethin' else, too."
"Oh, jeez, what?" Dean groaned, wanting the subject dropped.
"When Max locked me in that closet, that big cabinet against the door - I moved it," Sam answered.
Dean laughed, thinking it was a joke. "You've got a little bit more upper body strength than I give you credit for."
Sam shook his head. "No, man, I moved it - like Max."
Dean and Liz both stared. "Oh. Right."
Sam nodded. "Yeah."
Liz was stunned. "Wow."
Dean grabbed a spoon and held it up. "Bend this," he ordered.
Sam sighed, giving him an exasperated look. "I can't turn it on and off, Dean."
"Well, how'd you do it?" Dean asked.
"I don't know, I can't control it," Sam admitted. "I saw you die, and it just came out of me, like a punch. You know, like a freak adrenaline thing."
Nodding, Dean put the spoon down. "Well, I'm sure it won't happen again."
"Yeah, maybe," Sam agreed. "Aren't you worried, man, aren't you worried that I could turn into Max or something?"
Dean shook his head. "Nope. No way. You know why?"
"No. Why?" Sam asked.
"Cause you've got one advantage that Max didn't have," Dean answered.
"Dad?" Sam inquired. "Because Dad's not here, Dean."
"No. Me and Liz," Dean answered smiling, and both Liz and Sam had to smile. "As long as we're around, nothing bad is gonna happen to you." He then grabbed his duffel bag and started for the door "Now then, I know what we need to do about your premonitions. I know where we have to go."
Sam and Liz exchanged a look, wondering what Dean was up to now as they grabbed their own bags. "Where?"
"Vegas," Dean responded, stilling smiling, and both Sam and Liz scoffed and went outside to the car. "What? Come on, man. Craps table. We'd clean up." He then turned off the light in the motel room as both Liz and Sam got in the car.
Dean watched them for a second from the door, thoughtfully, and finally he closed the door to the motel room before finally getting into the car for their next adventure. 'I hope I'm right…I really do hope that I'm right.'
A/N: And that's it for this story; now there are probably people out there who think that Max deserved to die, but I don't agreed, and the fact that he killed himself still makes me sad. Too often in this wide world, kids are being abused by their parents, and too often, no one will take a stand to stop the abuse, thinking that it's fine when it isn't; like Sam, I wished someone could have helped Max before he developed his ability, who knows what his life would have been like instead.
Okay, rant mode off and I'll see you all in the next story. R&R everyone!
