Okay, I didn't mean to take this long to post a new chapter...Its been on hell of a month. I apologize a thousand times. But, I've been typing more new chapters and hopefully, you can get your chapters a lot quicker. And I will keep my promise this time. Enjoy! Also I went to BurCon a couple weeks ago, and all I can say is that My Life is Complete!

The next day, Max and Dean sat outside of Mrs. Wallace's home, eating the candy they had left like there's no tomorrow. Between the two were a pile of candy wrappers. Max promised herself that she would stop eating a long time ago. She had to force herself to swallow her last piece, nearly throwing up in the process. "Stupid Halloween."

"What are you talking about? I thought you wanted to go Trick or Treating tonight," Dean spoke with a mouthful, smiling at her.

"It's your fault for ruining Halloween for me. You and your stupid candy" Max gagged while throwing a handful of wrappers at her father. He grabbed the wrappers and threw them back at her. "You have declared war," Max said with an evil grin, causing Dean to laugh. The two threw the wrappers at one another, laughing loudly. Until, Dean's phone started ringing, making the two stop.

"It's Sam. Hey," Dean answered the call. Sam was back at the motel doing some more research on Samhain.

"How's it going," Sam asked.

"Awesome. Just awesome," Dean said, making Max smile. "I just talked to Mrs. Razor Blade again. And we've been sitting out here for hours and got a big steamy pile of nothing. We're bored, Sammy!"

Sam looked at his phone and heard Max laughing in the background. "Okay then. well, uh, someone planted those hex bags. Someone with access to both houses. There's gotta be some connection."

"Yeah, well I hope we find 'em soon cause I'm starting to cramp like a – Dad – Son of a bitch," was all that Sam heard before Dean and Max got quiet.

"Oh come on, quit whining," Sam said.

"No, Sam, I mean son of bitch." Dean and Max watched as Tracy walked up to Mrs. Wallace and her son. The two smiled at went into the house.

"What's going on?"

"Tracy, that girl I interviewed last night, she went into the Wallace's house," Dean answered, not taking his eyes of the house. "We're coming back to the motel." Dean hung up the phone on Sam and inserted his key into the ignition.

"I thought you said she didn't know them," Max said, tearing her eyes away from the house and looking up to her father.

"Well, she lied," Dean started the Impala and drove back to the hotel. Once they got back to the hotel, Max stayed outside to pick up the mess they made while Dean went inside.

"So, our apple-bobbing cheerleader," Sam asked right away when Dean entered the room.

"Tracy? She's the Wallace's babysitter. She told me she never even heard of Luke Wallace," Dean threw the keys onto the table.

"Huh, interesting look for a centuries old witch."

"Well, if you were a six hundred year old hag and you could pick any costume to come back in, wouldn't you want to go for a hot cheerleader? I would, hmm," Dean said before he got lost in his thoughts and didn't know Max was behind him when he said that. She walked past him, smacking him with the plastic bag full of wrappers. Disrupting his thoughts, he looked at Max and Sam with an innocent face.

"Well, uh, Tracy's not as wholesome as she looks. Did some digging – apparently she got into a violent altercation with one of her teachers and got suspended from school," Sam explained to the two.

"So, you're going to school," Max asked.

"Yep."

"Okay, you two have fun," Max jump dropped herself on the bed that Sam was on. "I'm gonna take a nap."

"Nope, you're coming with us," Dean said.

"And do what? If you didn't notice, I'm kind of too short to cosplay as an FBI agent," Max said tiredly.

"Cosplay?"

"Yeah, Cosplay. You know, dress up as a character and act like them. Talk like them. You guys do it all the time. Another term, L.A.R.P. Live Action Role Playing," Max looked up at the two and saw that they were completely confused. "Well, that's what you two do."

"Well, you're coming. Now, let's go," Dean said, tossing Max her coat. "And, you're a geek." Dean smiled at his daughter. Max waited until Dean's back was facing her, and flipped him off. Sam laughed a bit, but said nothing. Leaving Dean in the dark.

Max wandered around the school yard. Enjoying the cool autumn air and the colored leaves. Watching the kids run by her as she walked. Running from house to house, collecting candy. Remembering when she used to go trick or treating with Dean when she was younger. She remembered the day when she made him wear a tutu with her. As much as he protested, he couldn't say no to her. He only wanted to her have a good time, and a great time she had. Max had pictures somewhere, unless Dean threw them away.

"Max," Dean shouted from the school entrance. She got off the bench and run towards them.

"Where's Sammy?"

"He went to check out Tracy's apartment, it's not far from here. He'll meet us back at the room."

"So what now?"

"Well, I'm gonna go talk to some of Tracy's friends. Then we're gonna get some food after," Dean said. He started walking along the sidewalk before turning around again. "Why don't you go get us some candy?"

Max turned and glared at him. "You must want me to throw up in your car then!" Dean's smile went away. He continued walking and Max went to go wait by the car. It wasn't long before Dean met her there. His face said it all to Max. He got nothing. It was pointless to bring Max along with them. All she did was wander around the school grounds and wait. Like she always does. She could've been napping.

"So, you basically found nothing," Max said. She and Dean were driving back to the motel after going for a food run and to talk to some of Tracy's friends. Sam went around town, looking for Tracy. "So why did I have to come along then?"

"Spend some quality time together. Catch up on the four months I was gone," Dean said. He always wanted to talk to Max and what she did over those months. But, he could never find the right time. Dean wanted to talk to Max when Sam wasn't around.

"Dad, please, not this again." Max dropped her head, and pulled her hood over her head. That was something Max would do when she didn't want to talk about something.

Dean reached over and pulled her hood back, so that she can see her face. "Max, come on."

"You already know. Sammy forgot me, and I stayed with Bobby. I went on a hunt or two with Sam, but I was with Bobby most of the time. Why are you suddenly bringing all of this up?"

"Because, I've been meaning to talk to you about that lately. When Sam isn't here."

"Is this about the Lilith thing? You still think I'm Lilith!?"

"No. No. It's just that, I want to know what happened. What you did during that time?" Max looked away from her dad and out the window, watching the buildings go by. She didn't want to talk about those four months. But, Dean was stubborn. He would keep bugging her until she finally told him. "Maxie. Please."

"This food run won't be enough time to tell it all," Max finally said. She looked up at her father, his eyes were stuck on the road, but she knew he was listening. "Four months without you, Dad... Bobby didn't tell you anything?"

"No, when I asked him but he said that I should talk to you about it," Dean answered her.

"There's Sam," Max pointed when they pulled into the parking lot of the hotel. She was ready to hop out of the car, grateful that she didn't have to talk about the four months that time. But, Dean grabbed her hand before she opened the door.

"Max, we're not done talking." Dean gave her the same look he gives to Sam when they need to talk.

"Dad," Max stopped herself, she knew if she pushed any further, it would make him mad. She seen her father get mad, and that's not what she wanted. Max sighed and gave in, "I promise. I'll tell you next time." She gave Dean a sad smile, and he smiled back at Max before she got out of the car. Sam was already on Max side of the car. When she climbed out of the car, she nearly crashed into him. "Find anything, Sammy?"

"Nope, she wasn't in her apartment. Any luck with her friends," Sam disappointedly asked. Hoping that they had better luck than him. He was wrong.

"You know luck isn't our style, Sam," Dean said closing his door shut. "Even none of her friends knew where she was."

"So now what?" Max closed her door and walked up to the entrance to their room. But, she was cut off by a kid dressed as an astronaut. "Can I help you?"

"Trick-or-Treat." He said plainly. No enthusiasm what so ever. He had to be at least ten or eleven years old. All Max thought was the word pathetic. Though the costume was nice. But, why at a motel?

"Really, kid? This is a motel." Max was confused. Why was this kid trick-or-treating at a motel?

"So?"

"So, that means we don't have any candy." Max remembered when Dean ate the last one from earlier that day. Her stomach was still hurting a bit still. "Sorry, Kid."

"Uh, yeah we do." Sam turned to the car and pointed to the back. "We have plenty in the_"

"We did," Dean said. Crushing the poor Astronaut kid's hopes.

Max turned to the kid, with a sad smile. "Sorry, Kid," Max repeated. She couldn't help but tap at his glass helmet, amusing her. "I told you, no candy."

"I want candy," the boy demanded. He wasn't going to give in until he got what he wanted.

"I think you had enough, kid" Yep, definitely Dean's daughter. That was have been something that Dean would have said as well. Max thought it was kind of mean for her to say afterward. But she grew annoyed with the boy, and only wanted him to leave. "Now, go home."

Max looked through his glass helmet, and saw his eyes had narrowed, glaring at her and was angry about her insult. The boy started to walk away, purposely bumping into Max.

"Brat," Max said loud enough for him to hear, causing the boy to turn around and glare at her again. Max smiled at him innocently, but her smiled disappeared when he gave her an evil grin. Max wondering what evil master plan he had come up with. She watched the Astronaut turn around again, and began walking, leaving her to wonder what was in store for her.

Max turned to the door and opened it, then looked back at the direction the boy walked, he was gone. Max was thankful he was gone, but the grin he gave to Max still worried her. Taking her key out of the hole, she walked in with Sam and Dean following her.

When Max entered the hotel room, she was a strange man in a black suit with his back towards her near the window. Instincts kicked in, Max pulled her blade from her belt and held it in front of her. Ready for a fight. Dean and Sam saw what she did and pulled out their guns at the same time, aiming for the back of the Man's head.

"Who the hell are you?" Max shouted, holding her stance. She held her blade in rear defensive position close to her face. Her left hand, extended out further in front of the blade, held in a fist. Her feet spread apart for balance and was ready for anything.

Dean and Sam stood behind her closely, never taking their eyes off the strange man. They were ready to shoot and to defend Max at any cost.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed Max's arm, causing her to lower it. She looked up to see who the arm belonged to, only to find Castiel looking down to her. "Cass?"

"Hello, Max." He remembered not to call her Maxie this time. He knew she didn't like to be called that. Only Max. "Dean. Sam."

"Cass? What the hell?" Max lowered her blade, but she didn't put it back in her pouch. Just in case that the other guy in the room jumped at them. She wasn't taking any chances.

"We've come to talk. How are you Max?" Place a hand on Max's shoulder and smiled down to her.

"Uh, fine, I guess? Did you really come to make small talk, Cass?"

"No." Castiel let go of her shoulder and moved over to Sam. "Sam, I'm glad to see you've ceased your extracurricular activities."

"Let's keep it that way," the man standing at the window said. Causing Dean and Max to glare up at him.

"Yeah, okay, Chuckles," Dean said as he pulled Max to stand behind him and Sam. "Who's your friend, Cass?"

"The raising of Samhain, have you stopped it," Cass changed the subject.

"Why?"

"Dean, have you located the witch?"

"Yes, we've located the witch."

"And is the witch dead?"

"No, but_" Max spoke up, but she was cut off by Dean.

"We know who it is."

Castiel looked at the three Winchesters. "Apparently, the witch knows who you are." Castiel walked over to one of the beds to show them a hex bag. "It was inside the wall of your room. Surely, one," he stopped to look at Max, "or all of you would be dead. Do you know where the witch is now?"

"We're working on it," Max said quietly, not taking her eyes off the hex bag.

"That's unfortunate."

"What do you care," Dean grew angry at Castiel.

"The raising of Samhain is one of the 66 seals. Lucifer cannot not raise. The breaking of the seal must be prevented at all cost," Castiel turned to look at the walls of the room.

"Okay, great, well now that you're here, why don't you tell us where the witch is, we'll gank her and everybody goes home."

"The witch is very powerful, she has cloaked even our methods."

"So, we know who it is. Why can't we just work together and take her down," Max asked Castiel, looking up at him with hope in her eyes.

"Enough of this," the man said. He grew annoyed at the bantering going on between the Winchesters and the Angel.

"Okay, who the hell are you and why should I care?" Dean pushed Max behind him again once the man turned around to look at them then he started to walk towards them.

"This is Uriel, he's a specialist," Castiel explained to them. Before Max could ask her question, Castiel cut her off. "You three need to leave this town, immediately."

"Why? What are you going to do," Dean asked.

"We are going to destroy this town," Castiel answered in a plain voice.

"What," Max shouted. She attempted to walk towards Castiel but was held back by Dean and Sam. "There are hundreds - thousands of people living here, you can't do that!? You're Angels!"

"Max, calm down," Dean ordered.

"One thousand two hundred and fourteen, to be exact," Uriel corrected Max. She glared up at him, but he was unmoved by her stare.

"So that's your plan? You're going to blow up this whole fucking town!?" Max grew angry at the two angels, even at Castiel. She thought he was nice up until now. "And you're willing to kill them all? Even the children?"

"Look, I understand that this is regrettable. But the witch needs to die and the seal needs to be saved." Castiel explained, but he can see that it wasn't getting through to them. Even Max, you had pure hate in her eyes.

"Regrettable? You're going to kill all these people, and all you can say is regrettable? This is murder and you're angels, you shouldn't be doing this." Max fought on.

"Max, I said calm down," Dean ordered once again. Sam placed a hand on her shoulder to keep her from attacking Castiel and Uriel. Sam could tell that her temper only grew.

"We'll stop this witch before she summons anything. The seal won't be broken and no one has to die," Sam said.

"Enough of these mud monkeys," Uriel insulted. "We're just wasting time!"

"Look you're angels aren't you suppose to show mercy or something," Sam pleaded. "I mean, you're just going to destroy a city because of a crap order?"

"We have no choice. Even if you don't understand it, have faith, the plan is just," Castiel explained.

"How can you even say that," Max shouted from behind.

"The order comes from Heaven, that makes it just," Casitel said. But that didn't stop Max from fighting on.

"You know, I thought you angels were supposed to be our saviors and all that crap. But now, I see that you're just assholes in nice suits. You're no better than the demons."

"What did you say, girl!?" Uriel marched over to the Winchesters, mainly towards Max. But he was stopped by Castiel, giving him a look to stand down.

"Well, sorry boys. Looks like Max isn't backing down, so we're not leaving," Dean said. He patted Max on top of her head, a silent congratulations for standing up to an angel.

Uriel looked at the three. "You think you can stop us?"

Dean gave him a smug smile and walked up to his face. "No, but if you're gonna smite this whole town, then you're gonna have to smite us with it, because we are not leaving. See, you went to the trouble of busting me out of hell. I figure I'm worth something to the man upstairs. So you wanna waste me, go ahead, see how he digs that."

"I will drag you out of here myself," Uriel growled.

"Yeah, but you'll have to kill me, then we're back to the same problem. I mean, come on, you're gonna wipe out a whole town for one little witch. Sounds to me like you're compensating for something." Dean turned around to Max, she smiled up at him, filling him up with confidence. "We can do this. Then he walked over to Castiel. "We can do this. We will kill this witch and stop the summoning."

"Castiel! I will not let these peop_" Uriel shouted but he was cut off when Castiel raise his hand.

"Enough!" He looked at Uriel then back to Dean. "Then I suggest you move quickly." Castiel took one last look at Max, he could see that she still had hate in her eyes towards him. Max is never going to forgive him. He had broken her trust. He and Uriel disappeared before their eyes.

The three starred at each other for a bit before grabbing their stuff to leave again. Max packed her gun, shotgun and blade, almost everything she was going to need. She knew it was going to be a big fight and she needed to be ready for anything. Once they were all ready, they left the room together with bags on their shoulders.

Max was the first to walk out the door, she only took two or three steps out the door before she was hit in the face by an egg. She stopped and wiped the egg of her face and looked for the source. The Astronaut. Dean and Sam looked out the door and watched Max's face turn red. Not of embarrassment but anger towards the Astronaut hiding behind a pole. Max shoved her bag into Dean's chest, he knew what she was going to do, and the boy stood no chance against her. The boy saw the fire in Max's eyes and started to run.

"Run, Forest!" Dean shouted, he was amused.

"Astronaut!" Max shouted loudly before she took off running after him. Both Dean and Sam quickly went outside so they can see the whole thing.

Max had already caught up the boy before he made it to the end of the building. Max tackled him, slamming to the ground. The boy tried to crawl away, but the held down when Max sat on top of him. She grabbed his glass bowl off his costume and cracked the eggs in it along with the shells. Then she grabbed his candy bag, throwing all his candy inside the bowl, mixing it in with the egg yolk. Then she finally got off the boy, but before he can run off, she grabbed him by his costume. She kicked one leg up and rested it on his back, so he was bent over. She lifted the bowl to his head and screwed it on. The boy cried, begging to be let go. But Max wasn't going to. She took her leg off his back and made him stand up straight. The egg yolk and candy spilled on his face and into the rest of his costume. Max finally let him go. He ran off crying, and trying to get his helmet off. Probably the cruelest thing Max has ever done.

Max walked back to the car, Sam wasn't happy by what she did. But Dean was laughing. Now the boy's Halloween was forever ruined and Max was quite proud of her work. She got in the car and waited for the two to get in. If Max were in school, what she just did would make it known to the whole school that she was not one to be messed with.

"What," Dean asked Sam. Max looked up from the window and up to Dean, thinking he was talking to her.

"Nothing, I just thought they would be different. The angels, you know," Sam opened up the Hex bag, and looked at the stuff that was inside it.

"Yeah, well I tried to tell you both. They're Assholes. And Max," Dean looked at her through the mirror. "When I give an order, you follow it. You don't know how powerful these Angels are."

"You sound like Grandpa," Max groaned.

Dean started the car and pulled out of the hotel lot. "Yeah, well deal with it. We gotta figure out how to kill this witch…while Sam sits here, fingering his bone."

"Do you know how much heat it would take to char a bone like this?"

Max peered over the seat and took the bone from Sam. "It would take more than a fire, or a regularoven. You would need a lot of heat."

"Alright little Miss Betty Crocker and Pillsbury boy. What does it mean," Dean asked.

"We need to make a stop at the school," Sam requested.

Dean groaned and took a sudden turn down a street. Causing Max to fall over. "Alright but isn't anybody going to tell me why we're going there again?"

"Dad, how are you not getting this?" Max pulled herself back up and handed the bone back to Sam. "We never found Tracy, the hex bag was placed in our room after you talked to that teacher."

The car stopped at the front of the school and the three walked in. Sam lead the way to the art room, Max stayed close to her dad. She wasn't sure if she could be in the school. Once they made it to the art room, Sam and Den went straight for the desk. Max looked around the room at the art work and masks that where hung up. Some of the masks creeped her out.

Max walked over to the desk after Sam broke a pad lock of one of the desk compartments. That all saw the charred bones that were in the hex bags. Max looked at her watch. "We only have an hour or so of sunlight left. Maybe less."

"We need to find their hideout, soon. Or hell is going to break loose," Sam said, looking up at Dean.

"I know."