Okay, Yellow Fever episode is up. I am really trying to make this good for you guys. I hope you enjoy reading my story and I hope you enjoy having Max into the family. If you have any questions about Max Winchester or anything, inbox me or something. =)


The roar of the Impala echoes through the town of Rack Ridge, Colorado. Dean and Sam were dressed as the usual FBI agents under the names of Tyler and Perry, investigating the death of Frank O'Brian, age 44 and died from a heart attack three days ago. It seemed very unusual, perfectly healthy and a marathon runner. Dean and Sam insisted that the coroner perform an autopsy of O'Brian.

"First body," the coroner asked.

"Far from it," Dean said as he and Sam watch the coroner cut into O'Brian's chest.

"Oh, good. Because these suckers can get pretty ripe. Can you hand me those rib cutters over there?" Dean reach over to the table and handed them to the man, he began cutting. The smell of the dead flesh were getting to the two. The sound of flesh being torn, and snipping of muscles and nerves didn't help at all. All they thought was how people handle such a job, cutting up the bodies without a thought or care. And how they were thankful that Max wasn't there with them.

Dean looked over to the hands of the dean man, and saw a light tan line of his finger. "Is that from a wedding ring? I didn't think that Frank was married."

"Ain't my department."

Sam reached over and lifted up the arm, under the wrist were scraps and deep gashes. "Any idea on how he got these?"

"You know, when you drop dead, you actually tend to drop. The body probably got scraped up when it hit the ground," the coroner said, as he dug through the man's chest to get to the heart. "Huh. I can't find any blockage in any other of the major arteries." The man gripped the heart tighter and pulled it out of the chest. Dean gagged a bit, and was very thankful that Max wasn't there. "Heart looks pretty damn heathy. Hold that a second would you?" He dropped the heart into Dean's hands. He looked at the heart like it was going to jump at him and eat his face. Sam only smiled at Dean's suffering, he was glad he didn't have to hold it. Then suddenly, red liquid hit Sam directly in the face. "Oh sorry, spleen juice." After seeing Sam, Dean felt pretty good about himself holding the heart, he only smiled.

Max sat on the hood of the Impala, eating a meatball sub that she got from the restaurant next to the Coroner's office. She looked through her new scrap book, looking at the pictures that she was proud of. She was trying to think of some titles for her pictures, but nothing came to mind. She looked up and seen her uncle and dad walk over towards her. "Took long enough."

"We had the guy do an autopsy on the victim," Sam said.

"Why didn't he do one before?"

"Well, he died of a heart attack, but there was nothing wrong with his heart. It was healthy."

"Weird," Max took a bite of her sub and looked up and saw the two look at her sub then gagged a bit. "What's wrong with you two? It's only a meatball sub," she pushed it up to their faces.

Dean couldn't even look at it. "Where did you get that?"

"At the place next to the office," Max said as she pointed with her sub. "It's really good. Do you want one?"

"No, and why would they put the place next to where they store dead people? For all we know, it could be long pig you're eating," Dean complained.

Max down at her sub, looked it over then grabbed a meatball. She only shrugged, "Oh well, it's still good." She threw the meat ball into her mouth and chewed it proudly.

"Give me that," Dean snatched the sub from her and threw it in the nearest garbage can. Max got off the hood and walked over the can, Dean hoped that she wouldn't reach in and continuing eating it.

Instead she looked down at it in a sad way. "Until next time, my love. You were delicious." She walked over back to the car, licking her fingers, trying to savor the sauce from the meatball. "So, where to now," she asked, walking up to Dean and Sam.

"Well, were going to go the police station and asked the sheriff some questions," Sam said. "It shouldn't take too long."

"Do you want me to wait here again?"

"How about outside of the police station? I don't feel comfortable with you waiting alone over here," Dean said before Sam could say anything. Max and Sam gave him a strange look, why so suddenly did he care for Max being left alone while they went off to investigate. They done it a thousand times.

"Oh…um okay," Max was unsure. She looked towards Sam, he only shrugged. "Well, lead the way then."

They began walking towards the station. Dean walked a little bit ahead of them, leading the way. "What's wrong with him, Uncle," Max whispered. All she got back was another shrug. Then Dean suddenly stopped at a street crossing. "Dad?"

"The street looks busy," Dean said as a few cars drove by. "Hold my hand until we get across."

"What?! Dad, it's a small town with little to no traffic_"

"Max, I don't want you getting ran over. Now hold my hand." Max slowly reached up and held Dean's hand while they walked across the street. Even though people didn't know her, she felt embarrassed that she had to hold Dean's hand. She tried to let go of it once they made it across, but Dean still held on until they got to the station. "Are you going to be okay out here by yourself," he asked Max.

"Really, dad? I'm thirteen, I can handle myself."

Suddenly Dean hugged her tightly refusing to let go. "If you need anything or something happens, we'll be in here. Okay?" Max slowly nodded, giving Sam a confused look. She was definitely confused, as was Sam. Finally, he let go and walked into the station. When he was out of site, Max looked at Sam and mouthed 'What the Hell' to him.

Max waited outside of the station, sitting on the bench under a tree. Growing bored, she decided to climb the tree, just for the hell of it. She walked around the tree to find a good place to start climbing. Once she got up to the first branch, it was only six feet above the ground, she wanted to go higher. She stood up and tried to reach for the next branch.

"Max!" She lost her grip when she heard she name shouted, she quickly caught herself and hung to the branch she was previously on. Then she let go, and fell two feet before her hit the ground. "Max!" She looked up and saw Dean running to her. "What were you doing!? You could've gotten hurt!"

"Just climbing the tree, dad," Max explained. "I always climbed trees and you never cared before."

"Well, I care now! I don't want you doing it again," Dean ordered. He looked at her arms and hands. Looking for cuts and bruises. Nothing, he sighed in relief. "Let's go, we're going to question Frank O'Brian's neighbor, he was the last person to see him alive." Dean grabbed her hand again and started walking towards the car. Once they were a block from the car, he suddenly stopped. "I don't like the looks of those teenagers down there," he said quietly. Max and Sam looked over to the car and saw a group of teenage boys around the Impala, then back to Dean. "Let's walk this way," he said, dragging Max along with him.

They drove to Mark Hutchins' house, during the way, Max and Dean had an argument about why Max never wore her seatbelt. It lasted the whole ride, and Sam decided to not get involved this time. He only took Max's ipod from her, and listened to her music, placing the volume its maximum. They introduce themselves to Mark and told them that it was bring their daughter to work day. Mark gave them a look, thinking Dean and Sam were a couple, and Max was their daughter. Max just hid her embarrassed face in her hands, and tried to erase the awkward conversation out of her head. They tried to clear it up, but Mark didn't believe them and let them into his house anyway. They sat down on the sofa, with Max between Dean and Sam. Dean was very uneasy with all the reptiles in glass cases all around them. Max on the other hand, was the complete opposite of Dean. Smiling at the cases that held a different animal.

"Tyler and Perry," Mark Hutchins said. He was holding a snake around his shoulders, with the head resting in his arms "Just like Aerosmith."

"Yeah, small world," Sam said. "So the last time you saw Frank O'Brian?"

"Monday, he was watching me form his window. I waved at him but he just closed the curtains."

"Huh, did you speak to him recently? Did he seem different at all, like scared" Sam kept asking questions. Max tried to get up to look that the snakes in their cages but she was pulled back into her seat by Dean.

"Oh, totally. He was freaking out."

"Do you, uh, do you know what scared him," Dean asked.

"Well, yeah. Witches," Mark said proudly.

"Witches," Max asked. She looked up at Dean and Sam, they all had the same thought.

"Wizard of Oz was on TV the other night, right? And he said that green bitch was totally out to get him," Mark explained.

Max gave him weird look, as did Dean and Sam. "Anything…else scare him," Max asked.

"Everything else scared him. Al-Qaeda, ferrets, artificial sweeter, those pez dispensers with their dead little eyes. Lots of stuff," Mark listed off everything think that he was afraid of. He could've just said the entire world, Max thought.

"What was Frank like," Sam asked.

"I mean, he's dead, you know? I don't want to hammer him but he got better."

"Got better?"

"Well, in high school, he was a dick. A bully. I mean he probably taped half the town's butt cheeks together. Mine included"

Max couldn't help but snicker at what Mark said. "Sorry," Max cleared her throat.

"So he pissed a lot of people off. Think that anyone would want to get revenge on him," Dean asked, smacking the back of Max's head.'

"Well, I don't…Frank had a heart attack right?"

"Just answer the question, sir," Sam said sternly.

"I don't think so. Like I said, he got better. After what happened to his wife."

"His wife. So he was married," Dean asked. Remembering back to the Frank's hand with the small tan mark.

"She died, about 20 years ago. Frank was really broken up about it." Mark looked towards Dean, he was staring at the snake he was holding. "Don't be scared of Donny, he's a sweet heart," Mark laughed.

"Can I hold him," Max asked with a huge smile on her face. Mark was going to had Donny to Max.

"No," Dean ordered causing Mark to sit back down.

"Well, Marie is behind you. It's her you really need to look out for," Mark said. "She smells fear."

Max looked behind her, and saw a large yellow python climbing over the couch. "Hi, Marie," Max said proudly. She smiled at the snake as it climbed over her shoulder, she placed her hand on the scales and felt them move against her hand. Max looked up to her father, fear grew in his eyes. He tried not to show it by smiling. Max tried to hold in her laugh and Marie slithered into Dean's lap. Max slowly reached into her pocket for her camera. She took the picture of Dan and the snake, but the flash caused Dean to jump and he let out a small whimper. That's was when Max couldn't hold in her laugh any longer.

Dean and Max sat in the car, each of them reading a report about Frank O'Brian. Max was sitting next to Dean, with her ear buds in, humming Highway to Hell by ACDC.

"Seriously, Max? Highway to Hell," Dean asked.

"What? You love this song," Max looked over at Dean and saw him scratching his arm. She reached over and pulled his arm away. "Stop scratching. You've been at it for the five minutes now."

They both jump up when Sam suddenly opens the passenger door. "Hey," Sam said as Max grabs her stuff and climbs over to the back seat. "Any luck at the county clerk's office?"

"I'm not sure I'd call it luck," Dean answered. "Frank's wife, Jesse, was a manic-depressive. She went off her meds back in '88 then vanished."

"They found her two week later, hanging in her motel room that was three towns over. She committed suicide," Max added in.

"Any chance Frank helped her to the other side," Sam asked, taking the papers from Max.

"No, frank was working the swing shift when she disappeared. Airtight alibi," Dean started up the car drove off.

Max noticed right away that they were driving extremely slow, "Umm, Da_"

"How was Frank's pad," Dean cut her off.

"Clean. I searched from top to bottom," Sam said. "No EMF. No hex bags. No sulfur"

"So, no ghost, withes or demons. Three down and 97 to go."

"Dad," Max said again.

"What is it, Max?"

She sat up and looked over Dean's shoulder. "Dude, we're going 20 miles per hour."

"Yeah so?"

"That's the speed limit," Sam said looking back at Max.

"So what? Safety is a crime now," Dean looked the both of them. "And you two are supposed to be buckled up." He looked towards Sam then to Max, glaring at her. Max got the idea and sat back in her seat and buckled up. Max saw the hotel come up from the distance, wanted to her to her laptop and to take a shower after a long day of driving. But, Dean never turned into the parking lot.

"Dude, where are you going? That was our hotel," Sam said, noticing that they were just driving past the building.

"Sam, I'm not going to make a left hand turn into oncoming traffic. I'm not suicidal," Dean said out of nowhere. Max couldn't believe what she just heard her father say. It wasn't like him. "Did I just say that? That was kind of weird," Dean chuckled.

Max began hearing a sound, and started looking through her stuff. "Do you two hear something?" Sam noticed the same thing and they both started digging in their pockets. Sam was the first to pull out his EMF device and so did Max. All red light blinking on the both of them. Max moved hers towards Sam first, nothing. Then they both moved them towards Dean, it was going crazy when they got to close to him.

"Am I haunted? Am I haunted," Dean asked, not knowing that he was drifting into the other lane.

"Dad, look out!" Max pointed toward the headlights that were coming straight towards them. Dean shouted and quickly moved the car back into their lane. Max and Sam clung to their seats until Dean parked the car. They all exchanged looks, and caught their breath.

"Alright, I'm driving," Sam said, sliding over to driver's side.

"Thank you," Max said under her breathe. Dean accepted the idea and let Sam take the wheel. She felt better when Sam started driving back to the hotel. Max got out of the car when they were parked and kissed the ground. "Thank you, thank you, thank you. I don't want to be in another accident. Thank you."

"Ha-ha, that's hilarious," Dean said grabbing her arm. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Dad," Max said as Dean searched for cuts and bruises again. "Dad," she grabbed his hands moved them away from her face, "seriously, I'm fine. Okay?"

Dean looked at her, and smiled. "Okay."

The night went by extremely slow for the Winchesters. It took Max an hour to get in the shower. It would have taken less time if Dean didn't lecture her about how a lot of people died when they slip and fall. Max couldn't help but think back to when they were investigating the Mystery Spot, and one of Dean's deaths happened where he slipped and died in the shower. It made her cringe thinking back to that Tuesday. Finally she couldn't take it anymore and just took her shower. She thought about how Dean was acting weird all day. It was strange, but in a way, at least she knew how much he cared for her. It made her feel safer.

The next morning, Sam was talking to Bobby while he and Max were walking outside of the hotel. Max was holding the coffee while Sam held the doughnuts and ended his conversation with Bobby. Max suddenly stopped and looked towards the Impala, Eye of the Tiger was blasting from the radio. The two exchanged looks and slowly walked towards the car. Max reached into her coat and gripped her knife. Sam signaled her to stay back a bit while he moved closer to the car. Only to find Dean 'drumming' to the music. Max moved next to Sam and saw Dean. A huge smile grew on her face and snuck around to the passenger side.

Sam knew what she was going to do and gave her a nod as she stuck her head into the window. She took a deep breath, "Hi, Dad!"

Dean shot up and almost screamed, but he held it in, disappointing Max. She still got a good laugh out of it. Dean quickly jumped out of the car and rolled up his sleeve. "Dude, look at this," showing Sam his scratch marks on his arm, then showed them to Max.

"That's what you get for scratching," Max sassed. "Uncle just got done talking to Uncle Bobby."

"And?"

"You're not going to like it," Sam said handing Dean the doughnuts. He only opened them and through them into the car. "It's ghost sickness."

Dean couldn't believe what Sam just told him. "Ghost Sickness?" He looked towards Max. "God, no…honestly I really don't know what that is."

"Okay, some cultures believed that certain spirits can infect the living with a disease, which is why they stopped displaying bodies in houses and started taking them off to funeral homes," Sam explained to him.

"Get to the good stuff," Dean demanded.

"Basically you get anxious," Max began explaining. "And you get scared. Then extremely scared until your heart gives out."

"But we haven't seen a ghost in weeks," Dean said looking down to Max then back up to Sam.

"Well, we doubt you caught it from a ghost."

"Once that spirit infects that first person," Sam added in. "Ghost Sickness can be spread to anyone through a cough or a hand shake, just like the flu. Since Frank O'Brian was the first to die, which means he was probably the first to be infected." Sam began explaining the theory to Dean while Max sat on the hood eater her doughnut and drinking her coffee.

"So I got it from his corpse then," Dean started to panic a bit. "So I have 48 hours before I lose it and my heart stops?"

"More like 24," Sam said. Max coughed and choked on her food and looked at Sam with pure terror in her eyes, that's less than she thought.

"Why me? Why not you? I mean, you go hit with the spleen juice."

"Yeah, we have a theory about that, too. All three victims shared a personality type. You see, they were all dicks," Sam said bluntly.

"So, you're both saying I'm a dick?"

"No, you see, all three used fear to scare people."

"What? I don't scare people. I'm not scary," Dean denied.

"Dad, seriously, all we do is scare people," Max said finishing her doughnut.

"Well, then you're a dick too," Dean said to Sam.

"Well, apparently, I'm not," Sam gloated, Max gave a soft chuckle.

"Whatever! How do we stop it?"

"We gank the ghost that started all of this. If we do that then the disease should clear up, right," Max looked towards Sam, wondering if he was right or not.

"So Frank's wife?"

"Nobody knows why she killed herself…what are you doing out here anyway, dad," Max finally realized that they weren't in their room. It was too early for her. She would still be sleeping if Sam didn't invite her to get breakfast with him.

Dean looked up at the hotel, "Our room is on the fourth floor." Max gave him a confused look, wondering why he cared if their room was on the fourth floor. "It's um…it's high," he confessed, making Max rolled her eyes.

"Right," Sam scoffed. "I'll see if I can move us done to the first floor."

"Thanks." Dean looked over to Max and all he got was a look of disapproval. She shook her head and left with Sam to help him move their stuff to their new room.

Once they were moved to their new room, which was much bigger and had a couch, Max ran out to get her father. She was hoping to scare him again, but this time he was sitting up and watching every person that walked by.

Max waited for a few minutes before she walked over to the car. She thought about everything they talked about earlier. The idea of her father dying in less than 24 hours made her feel uneasy. She couldn't help but think that she was going to lose her father again.