*Max's POV*

"Max! Max, please, talk to me!" I felt a heavy booted foot kicking my upper thigh. I groggily opened my eyes and adjusted myself to the dim lighting. My hands were bound—how cliché—and I sat in a small cell with Sam.

"How the hell'd you get here, Sammy?" I scooted closer to him, catching sight of dried blood trailing down his cheek. He expertly fiddled with the knife in his sleeve to cut the heavy duty rope around his wrists. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, Max, I'm fine." He groaned. "Those bastards just hit my head hard enough. Feels like a friggen' freight train punched me."

"It's going to be alright Sam." I craned my neck up and kissed his cheek. "I'll make sure you get outta here in one piece." There was a loud clanging followed by footsteps. I hurried back to my original place just as a dark figure stood beside the cell.

"Get the bitch." A woman said in the distance.

"Max—" Sam began cautiously when the cell was unlocked by the ringing of jangling keys.

"I've got you, Sam. Don't you worry." I managed to whisper before I was roughly tossed over a man's shoulder.

"Honey, you better put me down before a waterfall of chunky potatoes and bacon bits goes down your back." The man grunted and handled me a bit more roughly, not caring if I hit my head on the low metal tubing. I was taken into a brighter room and tossed into a chair across from Dean. "Thanks handsome." I smiled up at the bald man that had brought me.

"Sam?" I blinked once, waited three seconds then blinked again. That was Dax (our language (Dean and Max put together)) for 'Sam is in the process of saving our sorry asses.' A young, beautiful woman came from the shadows, her clothing sleek and expensive looking.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Dean and Max Winchester. Ah, the overprotective brother and the needy, little whore." I kinda wanted to stick a pencil through her throat to stop that sing-song-y voice but all I could do is play this out.

"I know that's you, but what am I?" I asked, my sweetest smile plastered on my face.

"Max, shut up." Dean warned just as the woman motioned to the bald man. Ignoring my brother, I continued.

"What are you going to do Little John? Take meh to da choppa?" I nearly yelped as his brass knuckles landed against my jaw, numbing the side of my face. "Wow, you hit like my brothers." I taunted, tasting the blood mix in with my saliva.

"You don't know how to shut up do you?" The woman snarled. I kept my eyes on her, shrugging as best as I could with my hands bound behind me. "You know something else you don't know? Your fearless brother here," She slapped Dean's back. "he exchanged his life for yours with the crossroads demon last week." I didn't do so much more as twitch. "Because of you, Dean Winchester only has one year to live with you and your precious little Sammy."

"Shut up, bitch!" My brother barked, the same anger I saw in myself I could see in him now.

"Tell me she's lying, Dean." I ordered calmly.

"Max—"

"Tell me." I growled.

"Yes, I did. I wasn't going to watch you die."

"How ironic," The woman cackled, a knife in her hand. "looks like you're gonna have to, big boy." She brought her knife against my upper arm, forcing the blade into my skin until I winced in pain. I clamped my mouth shut, biting at my lip. She continued till I finally gasped out in pain.

"Please stop." Dean begged, tears arising in his eyes. "Max, I'm so sorry. I should have been there for you. I—" Baldie clocked him, sending my brother falling over with his chair.

"What the hell do you want with us?" I asked, trying to contain my pain.

"Alrightie Winchesters, only one of you is going to make it out of here with little Sammy. So, who's going to be the one to sacrifice themselves?"

"Me!" Dean and I shouted in unison. She laughed joyfully—sadistic tramp.

"Back off Max!" Dean's eyes pleaded for me to stop. But that was the funny thing about me: I didn't know when to stop.

"Let them go. You got me, you fugly slut." I exclaimed, watching Baldie set Dean upright with one fluid motion. The woman grit her teeth and then shoved the knife into my thigh. I howled in pain, feeling like a four stone weakling. Tears streamed down my face at their own accord, not paying any mind to my personal self-respect. Blood seeped up from the wound and ran down my leg. Dean shouted my name, struggling with his position.

"Dean, shut up!" I screamed as metallic ooze dripping down my throat and into my shirt. "You've had your joy ride in hell. It's my turn."

"Max, please…"

"Hey! Take care of Sammy, Dean! Take care of Sammy."

"Damn it Max. I'm not letting you do this! That's an order, young lady. If you do this, then I'll never forgive you." I smiled past the sweat and tears and blood and grime.

"I'm not too worried about that." I turned to the woman. "Do it." She grinned, raising a sharp titanium rod and thrust it into my stomach. I had the wind knocked out of me as I regained my stance slowly.

I blinked for a bit, watching Sam wrestling with Baldie and Castiel choking the life out of the woman before untying Dean and helping Sam. My oldest brother pulled me up against his chest, cutting the harsh rope. I spit out my mouthful of blood and struggled to find a regular breathing system.

"You're going to be fine, monkee. It's not that bad." Dean encouraged, his tears landing on my forehead. Sam caught my hand just as I was about to pull out the rod in my midsection. "Cas, do something. Do anything! Please!"

"There is nothing I can do, Dean."

"The hell there isn't. Fix her!"

"Pull the damn rod out!" I felt my face going white…it was like dying in that hospital.

"No," Sam gripped both of my hands. "It's going to do more damage."

"Max, stay with us! Don't you dare close your eyes." Dean smacked my face, sending another sharp stab of pain go down my body.

"Dean?" I coughed, trying to muster my strength.

"Yeah, monkee, I'm right here. Talk to me." He wiped the blood that dripped from the corner of my mouth with his thumb. "Max, talk to me." His eyes were red from the stinging tears and his lips quivered.

"I love you and Sammy." I sobbed, noting a sinking feeling in my soul. And then I saw them…standing with their arms around each other smilng and welcoming me into the red gates. "Mom and Dad say hi."

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