What if it had've been Sam and Dean that found Max, not Hannah? How much would that one little difference have to Max's life? Warnings listed inside. Slightly AU 'The Pulse'

Okay, this is my first crossover fanfiction.

In this the Pulse didn't happen on such a large scale, it just wiped out New York and Boston. Max never meets Logan, but if they do, it's under completely different circumstances. Possible pairing of Max with one of the other X5's. Haven't decided on who yet.

Warnings: Trigger warnings: PTSD, flash backs, abuse, violence, torture. Swearing.

One Little Difference

Chapter 14:

They were trying to find a way to find Lilith and kill her once and for all. Sam was still a little off his game, but he was getting there. Not truly being himself for months, not being in complete control over himself and thrown Sam a huge degree. A lot of shit had gone down in the last few months since Sam had become demon blood free. Dean had been quite for quite some time, not really his usual 'happy' self. Anna was an angel again. The stuff with Samhain had not been fun, for any of those involved. Max and Uriel had had a huge sass off and Castiel had stood in the background, rolling his eyes. It was clear that Max and Uriel didn't get along, which amused Dean, because he hated Uriel as well.

A few days after all Anna had become an angel again, Max was looking through some books when she found the spell she had been searching for.

"I've found a locator spell for Lilith," Max said, grinning at the hunters.

They stared at her. "How? All of the ones we've found are useless." Bobby said, looking up from one of his books. Max grinned at him. She picked up an extremely detailed map of the U.S, a candle and a book and proceeded to walk outside.

Dean shrugged at the other three and followed Max. She had put the map on the hood of an old car that was going to be sold for scrap. Once everyone was outside, Max began chanting words in Aramaic. She lit the candle and held it to each corner of the map. She finished the spell and the fire began to spread.

"Relax," Max said when Dean flashed her a worried look. "The fire is our friend."

Soon the fire had burnt the entire map except for one spot, Ilchester, Maryland.

Suddenly, there was the flapping of wings. Castiel and the douche bag Uriel appeared. Saying they needed Dean's help. To torture the demon Alistair.

Uriel glared at Max. She glared straight back. "What are you looking at?" Max snapped.

Uriel let out a derisive laugh. "At you, little insect." He replied. "Quite the abomination."

Max raised an eyebrow. "I may be an abomination, but at least I'm not a dick. Like you." Max replied, a sneer of her own.

"Show me some respect, little one, or I will smite you all the way to Hell." Uriel said, smiling condescendingly at her.

Max rolled her eyes. "Oh, please! I've already been there." Max replied. "But you try and smite me, I'll kill you."

Uriel grinned at her. "I'd like to see you try girl." He replied. He moved forward and rested a hand on Max's head, quicker than anyone could stop him. He seemed to be trying to smite her, but nothing was happening. Max pushed him off her, and glared at him.

"So, I guess you can't smite me! I wonder why that is?" Max said, smirking at Uriel.

"That's impossible." Castiel gasped from somewhere beside them.

"You know, I read somewhere, that only an angel can kill another angel. Is that true, Uriel?" Max asked, still smirking at Uriel.

Uriel's eyes widened. "How did you know that?" Uriel asked, shocked into speaking. Castiel turned to Uriel.

"What do you mean by that Uriel?" Castiel asked. "Are you saying that the murders of our brothers and sisters is the work of a fellow angel?"

Uriel grinned at Castiel. "Only the ones who wouldn't join me." Uriel replied.

Castiel's eyes narrowed and his angel blade slid down his sleeve and into his hands. "You've been killing the angels." Castiel said.

"Come on Cas! You know God isn't up there! Maybe the Apocalypse wouldn't be so bad. Then it would all be over. We wouldn't have to deal with these mud monkeys." Uriel said, almost pleading with Castiel.

"You are blaspheming. The humans are our Father's creation. You must be punished, for murdering our brothers and sisters and for conspiring to bring about Armageddon." Castiel said in a monotone voice. Uriel also lowered his blade into his hand.

"I'm sorry it had to end this way Castiel. Goodbye." Uriel said. Suddenly, he lunged at Castiel, but Castiel easily side-stepped him. Angel blade met angel blade with a loud grind. The hunters stepped back quickly, not wanting to get in the way of this fight.

Uriel had picked up a big metal pipe in his other hand and used it to smash Castiel to the ground. Uriel began punching Castiel across the face in earnest.

"There is no wrath! There is no Will!" Uriel yelled. "There is no God!"

Suddenly, a blade went straight through Uriel's throat. Dean gasped when he saw it was Anna.

"Maybe, maybe not." Anna said in his ear. "But there's still me."

She withdrew her blade from his neck and Uriel fell to his knees. A burst of light shone through the car-yard as Uriel died. His wings blackened on the ground, the outline of each feather stark against the brown gravel.

Anna turned to Castiel. She smiled softly. "Don't lose faith Castiel. You were always the best of us." She said, and with a flutter of wings, she was gone again.

Castiel rose to his feet and spat some blood out of his mouth. He turned to the five hunters behind him. "I better go and kill Alistair then, since his is of no use anymore." Castiel said, and with that, he was also gone.

Silence fell over the group of hunters, none of them knowing what to say. Dean broke the silence first.

"Well, that was weird." Dean said, looking at the others. He then turned to Max. "How did you know that he couldn't smite you?"

Max shrugged. "Well, I assumed that when Castiel couldn't knock me out, I thought it was the same with the smiting. I am immune to the Angel's wrath!" Max replied with a giggle.

Dean frowned. "So you didn't know, not for sure." Dean said, his tone sounding a little strained.

Max raised an eyebrow. "I sensed there was something off with Uriel. He was lying a little too well, a little too objective of us humans. I had to find out what he was up to." Max replied. "Besides, if he had smited me, Castiel would have just brought me back. Angels have healing power and all that."

Dean sighed. "Still, that was really reckless of you." Dean said.

Max rolled her eyes. "Sorry dad, I thought he might want to kill us all! Better me than the rest of you, right? There's probably about 6 of me in the world, so one less clone wouldn't be any loss!" Max spat and she turned and headed back towards the house.

Bobby sighed. "She definitely has some self-esteem issues to work out." Bobby said. He turned to Ben. "Help me dig a grave for this dick, son."

Ben looked wistfully at the house, as if he wanted to go after Max. He sighed and turned back to Bobby. "Sure." He replied. They headed to the outbuilding to grab some shovels, leaving Sam and Dean along together.

"She was being reckless, wasn't she?" Dean asked, looking as Sam, worry filling his face.

Sam nodded slowly, but then he grinned. "Not anymore then you are," Sam said. "Come on! Tell me you wouldn't've done exactly the same thing if you were in her place!"

Dean's face cracked into a half-smile. "I guess. She's turned out a lot like me." Dean said. "It's funny how Ben has sort of turned out more like you than me, and he's my clone."

Sam chuckled softly. "Well, that's genetics for you. Technically, Ben is my brother as much as he is your clone. I'm not surprised he's a bit like me. You're a bit like me in some ways and I'm a bit like you." Sam replied. "We're family, Dean."

Dean snorted. "Hold me Sammy that was beautiful." Dean said sarcastically, grinning at his brother.

"Jerk."

"Bitch."

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