"Finally free! I officially hate hospitals." Maxine hissed, sliding her leather bomber jacket on as she swaggered (there was no other word for it.) out of the hospital. Her outfit'd barely changed, just a navy shirt instead, the white one had bloodstains that one couldn't really explain at a dry-cleaners. She walked out into the car-park to find Dean sitting in the Impala. She pulled her long lilac hair up into a messy bun and slid on a ring made from braided silver. "Hiya Dean." she said, yanking open the car door. Dean saw her ring and grabbed her wrist. "Where'd you get this?" he asked, his grip on Maxine's wrist uncomfortably tight. "It's mine." Maxine said, pulling a worn leather wallet out of her pocket. She rifled around in it until she pulled out a photo. It was slightly crumpled, but Dean could clearly make out a girl with spiky blue hair and a little boy with dirty blond hair. "That was taken in 1980. I'm hoping you still remember Ezzy?" Max asked, a smile playing on her lips. "Hell yes." Dean said, grinning back. "You haven't changed. In twenty years, same eyes, same grin which only meant trouble or pie." he said. Maxine pulled her sleeve back to reveal a small black tattoo on her wrist. She lifted her leg up and pulled up her pant leg which had covered up black mermaid silhouette twisting around her calf. "Same tattoos, different hair." Maxine said, hugging Dean.
"Hey Sammy!" Dean called, kicking open the motel room door.
"What?" Sam replied, his fingers flying across the keyboard of his laptop.
"'Member Ezzy? That great girl who came over and looked after us when we were really little." Sam nodded.
"Sup Sammy." Maxine said, sneaking past Dean and spreading herself out on one of the beds. "Fuck I'm tired." she said and rolled over. "You an' me both. But get this Sammy, Maxine's Ezzy." Dean said, cracking open a beer and sitting down next to Sam. "Ah ha." Sam muttered, clearly not paying any attention whatsoever.
"Any cases?" he asked, taking a swig of his beer.
"No. We're having a holiday." Sam said, shutting his laptop.
"Okay then." Max piped up. She switched on her iPod, stuck her earbuds in and fell asleep. There was a knock on the door and Castiel walked in.