Author's note: I do not own anything having to do with Supernatural, only Alexa belongs to me. If you have a specific episode you would like to see let me know! I do go out of order so I work almost all of them in. There are two episodes that I won't do, Bugs because that was a gross episode and Everybody Loves a Clown because just like Sam my best friend is terrified of them. I do change a few things that happened in this episode but I hope you still like it!

Chapter 24

I shot up in the backseat, "We have to go to Michigan."

"What?" Dean asked turning the music down.

"We have to go to Michigan, now," I demanded loud enough to wake Sam from his sleep.

"What's going on?" he asked straightening himself up in the front seat.

Dean shrugged, "That's a good question."

"I had a dream about a guy getting killed in his garage, we have to go stop it," I said impatiently.

"Lex relax, I'm sure it was just a dream," Dean sighed.

"Come on Sammy you believe me right?" I asked ignoring Dean.

"I don't know…" he admitted.

"Call and find out if this guy is real, if he is then we go if he isn't I will clean all the weapons for a month," I said.

"How are we supposed to check if he is real or not?" Dean asked.

"I saw the license plate, MF-6037," I replied.

Sam pulled out his cell and made a call stating he was in pursuit of the car and needed them to check the license plate, while he was on the phone Dean and I kept talking.

"Lex you are going to be cleaning the weapons for a month, this was just a regular nightmare," Dean said.

"It felt different, it felt real. Like when I dreamt of Jessica, the sheriff and dad."

"Well yeah that makes sense it all had to do with our family; you saw Sam and his girlfriend, you saw us in the water and you saw dad. Why would you be dreaming of some random guy in Michigan?"

"I don't know."

Just then Sam hung the phone up, "His name is Jim Miller, and he lives in Saginaw, Michigan."

"How far is that?" I asked.

"A couple hours," Dean answered.

"Drive faster."

We pulled onto his street and it was lined with police cars, an ambulance and we could see a body bag being zipped closed. I got out of the car with both brothers following suit and we made our way over to the small crowd that had formed around the house.

"What happened?" Sam asked a woman standing beside him.

"Suicide, I can't believe it," she answered.

"How are they saying it happened?" Dean asked.

"They found him locked in the garage, locked inside his car with the engine running," she answered shaking her head in disbelief. I felt all color drain from my face.

"Do you know about what time?" I asked through the lump in my throat.

"Oh, it just happened an hour or two ago. His poor family I can't imagine what they are going through and his daughter just turned 19 not too long ago," she sighed.

I walked back to the Impala and sat on the curb with my head in between my knees.

"We got here as quick as we could," Sam said sitting down next to me.

"Not fast enough. It just doesn't make any sense, why do I keep watching people die and not be able to help them?" I asked not looking up.

"Maybe the guy just killed himself, it suck but it happens," Dean tried, "You know maybe there is nothing supernatural going on at all."

"I'm telling you I watched it happen, he was murdered by something, it trapped him in the garage," I said finally looking up.

"So what was it?" Dean asked.

"I don't know Dean! I don't know why I keep having these nightmares, I don't know why this guy died, I don't know what the fuck is happening to me!" I yelled standing up.

"Alright calm down, I'm just worried about you is all," Dean replied running a hand over his face.

"Well that makes me feel so much better," I said sarcastically as I helped Sam stand up.

"We will pick this back up in the morning, we can check out the history of the house and talk to the family just to make sure, ok?" Sam said putting an arm around me.

We headed to a cheap motel in town so we could catch a few hours of sleep before talking to the family. I laid down in bed and closed my eyes pretending to sleep until I could hear both brothers snoring. I got out of bed carefully and pulled my laptop out to research the history of the house. Unfortunately there wasn't anything I could come up with as to why this had happened. Was I really dreaming of some guys suicide for no reason? I thought to myself. I anxiously waited for the guys to wake up so we could go talk to the family.

When we arrived at the house I knocked on the door and a middle aged man answered.

"Hi, I'm Alexa and these are my brothers, we came to pay our respects," I said.

"Roger Miller," he nodded at us as the woman whom I had seen last night crying in front of the house made her was over to us.

"It's so nice of you to come by, please come in," Ms. Miller led us into the living room.

"We are very sorry for your loss," Sam said as they all took a seat on the couch and I the chair.

"I just don't understand how Jim could do something like that," she started to cry.

"I'm sorry you had to find him like that," Sam said handing her a tissue.

"Actually, it was our daughter Maxine who found him," she said pointing to a young blonde sitting by herself in the next room.

"Do you mind if I go talk to her?" I asked.

"Of course not," she smiled.

I made my way over to where she was sitting and pulled up a folding chair.

"Hey Maxine, I'm Alexa," I smiled.

"It's Max," she replied without looking at me.

"Max, what was your dad like?" I asked cautiously not knowing what to expect. I knew when dad had died I didn't want to talk to anyone about him so I was hoping she would be more open.

"Just a normal dad," Max answered.

"So you live at home?"

"Only because I am trying to save up for school."

"I heard you were the one to find your dad," I stated.

"I woke up and heard the engine running; I don't know why he did it."

"I know it is rough losing a parent, especially when you don't have all the answers," I said but she did was stare off into space.

I made my way back into the living room and motioned to my brothers that I was ready to leave. We said our goodbyes and headed back to the motel.

"Did you find anything out?" I asked as we walked into the room.

"Lex, I searched the house up and down with the EMF reader and there was nothing. We also talked to the wife and there haven't been any flickering lights, cold spots or any scratching noises," Dean answered.

"We can look into the house itself maybe something happened there before the Millers moved in," Sam said trying to be hopeful.

"Nothing bad has happened there since it has been built. And it wasn't built on a graveyard, tribal land or a battlefield," I sighed as I sat down on one of the beds.

"You got all of that out of talking to the daughter?" Dean asked raising an eyebrow at me.

"I got up early and did some research," I said but I could tell he didn't believe me, "fine I never went to sleep last night."

"You know you are going to end up wearing yourself out," Sam said in his parental voice.

I rolled my eyes and Dean spoke up, "Maybe this is just some weird coincidence."

"Well you know, maybe…" I started and it was like I got an automatic migraine, "maybe it has nothing… to do with the house…maybe…oh damn…" I grabbed my head; the pressure was unlike anything I had ever felt before.

"What wrong with you?" Dean asked.

"Ow, yeah my head," I gasped before falling off the bed and onto the floor clutching my head for dear life.

"Alexa!" they both shouted and ran over to me.

I could feel Dean grab my shoulders, "Lex? Hey…Hey! What's going on? Talk to me."

I could see flashes of the man who met us at the door today and him in an apartment being killed. Just as I felt as if I would pass out from the pain it eased away.

"It's happening again, something is going to kill Roger Miller," I gasped.

"Let's go c'mon," Dean said as he helped me to stand while Sam grabbed my migraine medication and handed it to me.

"Thanks Sammy but I don't think that's going to work," I smiled weakly as I took two pills and headed to the car.

"Are you alright?" Dean asked looking at me in the backseat.

"I'm fine."

"Look if your going to hurl, I'll pull the car over, you know the upholstery…"

"Just drive," I stated.

"I'm worried for you Lex, I thought the nightmares were bad enough but now you are seeing things while you're awake and they seem painful," Sam said.

"Well they don't exactly tickle," I muttered while I rubbed my temples.

"She will be fine Sam," Dean said sternly.

"What is it about the Millers anyway? Why am I connected to them? Why am I watching them die? Why is this happening to me?" I rambled.

"I don't know but we'll figure it out. We face the unexplainable every day, this is just another thing," Dean sighed.

"No it's never been us. It's never been in the family like this, tell me the truth you can't say this doesn't freak you out," I said to Dean since Sam already admitted he was scared.

Dean paused before saying, "This doesn't freak me out."

"Isn't that him?" Sam asked pointing to a man walking down the street carrying groceries.

"Pull over," I told Dean and hopped out of the car.

"Hey Roger," I called running towards him.

"I don't have time for this," he said and continued walking toward his apartment building.

"Roger please!"

"Leave me alone," Roger shouted back before entering the building and locking me out.

"Hey I'm trying to help you! Please! You are in danger! Open the door! Hey!" I yelled as I pounded on the door.

"Lex over here," Dean called and I ran over to them.

"Fire escape," Sam pointed as he pulled down the latter.

I was still too short so he gave me a boost and I started climbing as fast as I could with them following right behind me. I heard a loud crashing noise and glanced up to see the window covered in blood. Dean climbed past me to get a better look and then into another window to look around the place.

"Here, start wiping down your fingerprints, we don't want the cops to know we were here," Sam said handing me a handkerchief and we made our way back down the latter to wait for Dean.

When we got to the bottom I was still in shock from everything and I ran over to the nearest garbage can and vomited.

"You ok?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, sure" I tried to smile and saw Dean making his way back down the latter.

"Did you find anything?" Sam inquired.

"I'm tellin' you there was nothing in there, no signs either just like the Millers' house," Dean replied.

"Something was stalking Roger; I saw something like a dark shape," I said as we got back into the car.

"Well, whatever it was we can be sure it is not connected to their house," Sam said.

"Yeah like a vengeful spirit maybe, there's a few that have been known to latch onto families and follow them for years," Dean reasoned.

"That means Max can be in danger too," I said.

"We will figure this out before anyone else gets hurt," Sam said optimistically.

"I know one thing I have in common with these people," I sighed.

"What's that?" Sam asked.

"Both our families are cursed," I said flopping back against the seat.

"Our family is not cursed, we just…had our dark spots," Dean said.

I couldn't help but laugh, "Our dark spots are pretty dark."

"You're dark," Dean mumbled.

The Next Day

We headed over to the Millers and as we got closer I could see Max sitting on her front porch. Dean parked the car on the opposite side of the street and I made my way over to her while the boys waited outside the car.

"How are you holding up?" I asked as I sat beside her.

"Why do you care, I don't even know you," she said.

"I'm just someone who wants to help," I smiled and I could tell she needed someone to talk to.

"I'm ok," she replied.

"Were your dad and your uncle close?"

"Yeah, I guess. I mean they were brothers. They used to hangout all the time when I was little."

"But not lately?"

"No, it's not that. It's just we used to be neighbors when I was a kid," she said with any trace of happiness leaving her face.

"Bad memories?" I asked noticing how uncomfortable she had gotten with the conversation.

"Nope. We were totally normal, happy," she replied trying to smile but I could see right through it.

"I'll catch up with you soon," I said as I walked back over to the car.

"Well?" Dean asked as we got back into the car.

"I think it has something to do with her old house, she said that her uncle used to be her neighbor, she sounded scared when she talked about the past," I answered.

"I'll see if I can find an address and maybe we can find out what life was really like at the Millers back then," Sam said pulling out his laptop.

He found the address and when we got there we saw a man working in his front lawn across the street from where the Millers used to live. Dean parked the car and we made our way over to him.

"Hey, have you lived in the neighborhood very long?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, almost twenty years now, why are you looking to buy?" he asked leaning against the railing of the front porch.

"Actually we were just wondering if you might recall a family that used to live right across the street," Sam said.

"Yeah the Millers, they had a little girl named Max," Dean added.

"How could I forget," he laughed to himself, "the brother had the place next door. So what's this all about? Is that poor girl ok?"

"What do you mean?" I asked standing between my brothers.

"All my life I've never seen a child treated like that. I mean I could hear Jim yelling and throwing things clear across the street, he was a mean drunk. He used to beat the crap out of the poor girl, broke her arm two times that I know of."

I could feel Sam tense beside me, "This went on regularly?" he asked.

"Almost everyday. In fact, that brother of his was just as likely to take a swing at the girl, but the worst part was the stepmother. She would just stand there and never lift a finger to protect her. I must have called the police seven or eight times, never did any good," he said shaking his head.

"Wait, stepmother?" Dean asked.

"I think her real mom died…some sort of accident," the man answered.

Suddenly my head was pounding again; I grabbed my head with one hand and Dean's arm with the other so I wouldn't fall over.

"Are you ok miss?" the man asked.

"Yeah," I answered as I gripped Dean's arm harder if he didn't have his jacket on I would have probably drawn blood I was squeezing so hard.

"Thanks for your time," Sam said to the man before putting his hand on my back and guiding me back to the car.

"What did you see?" Sam asked when I was able to see straight again.

"Max is doing it, everything I've been seeing and now she is going to go after her step mom," I said.

"How is she pulling it off?" Dean asked.

"I don't know, telekinesis maybe," I answered.

"So what she is a spoon bender?" Dean almost laughed.

"I didn't even realize it, but this whole time she was there. She was outside of the garage when her dad died; she was in the apartment when her uncle died. These visions or whatever, this whole time, I wasn't connecting to the Millers, I was connected to Max. The thing I don't understand is why? I guess it's because we are so alike?" I said with my head in my hands.

"What are you talking about the girl is nothing like you," Dean said glancing at me in the rear view mirror.

"We both have some sort of psychic abilities; we're both the same age…" I started before Dean cut me off.

"Lex, Max is a monster. She's already killed two people and is gunning for a third," Dean stated, "We have to go stop her for good."

"Dean…" Sam started.

"She is no different than anything else we hunt, we can't exactly hand her over to the cops and tell them to lock her up because she kills with her mind," Dean said.

"I can talk to her, please say you will follow my lead on this," I said as we pulled up to the Millers.

"Fine, but I'm not letting her hurt anyone else," Dean said as he stuck his gun in his pants.

I walked in the door not bothering to knock with both brothers closely behind me.

"What are you doing here?" Max asked, you could tell she had been crying.

"Could we talk to you outside for a minute?" I asked hoping that she would just come outside with no problem.

"About what?" she asked curiously.

"It's private, we wouldn't want to bother your mother with it, we won't be long, I promise," I said.

Max nodded and started walking towards us. Out of no where the front door slammed shut as well as all the blinds. Dean pulled his gun out but it was yanked out of his hands and flew through the air to where Max stood. Max picked it up and pointed it at the three of us.

"Max, what's happening?" Ms. Miller cried.

"Shut up," Max yelled.

"What are you doing?" Ms. Miller asked.

"I said shut up!" Max screamed and Ms. Miller went flying into the kitchen counter.

"Max, calm down," I tried.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"We just want to talk to you," I said with my hands up to try and show I wasn't a threat.

"Yeah right, that's why you brought this!" she said waving the gun around.

"That was a mistake, just please hear me out," I pleaded.

"About what?" she asked not taking the gun off us.

"I saw you do it, I saw you kill your dad and your uncle before it happened."

"What?"

"I'm having visions Max, about you."

"You're crazy."

"So you weren't going to launch a knife at your step mom, right through her eye," I said pointing to my own eye, "I think I'm here to help you."

"No one can help me," she started to cry again.

"Let me try, we can talk just me and you. We will get your step mom, Sam and Dean out of here."

"No way," Sam said speaking up for the first time.

"No one leaves this house!" Max yelled.

"And nobody has to alright, they can just go upstairs," I said trying to stay calm.

"Lex, I'm not leaving you alone with her," Dean growled in my ear.

"Yes, you are. Look Max you are in charge here we all know that, but I'm talking five minutes, please."

Max thought about it for a minute, "Five minutes," she answered and then looked at my brothers, "Go!"

Sam ran over to help up Ms. Miller and they reluctantly made their way up the stairs. Max and I went and sat in the living room.

"Trust me I can understand what you went through," I started, "but this has to stop."

"It will after my step mom," she said as she spun a knife on the table without touching it.

"No, you need to let her go."

"Why?" she asked getting an angry tone in her voice.

"Did she beat you?" I asked.

"No, but she never tried to save me she is a part of it too."

"I'm sorry…" I trailed off not really knowing what to say.

"When I first found out I could move things it was a gift, my whole life I was helpless but then I had this, so last week dad gets drunk. First time in a long time and he beats me to hell, so I knew what I had to do. I could see the hate in his eyes; he still blamed me for my mom's death."

"Why would he blame you for your mom's death?"

"Because she died in my nursery when I was just a baby, as if that makes it my fault," she said crying again.

"She died in your nursery?" I squeaked out.

"Yeah my dad used to get drunk and babble on about how she burned up pinned to the ceiling."

"Listen Max, what your dad said about what happened to your mom, it's real."

"What?"

"It happened to my mom too, exactly the same way, my nursery, my crib, my dad saw her on the ceiling."

"Then your dad must have been as drunk as mine."

"No the same thing killed our mothers; we must be connected in some way. Your abilities started six maybe seven months ago out of the blue?"

"How did you know that?"

"Because that's when my nightmares started, I mean you are much further along than I am but this must mean something. For some reason you and I were chosen."

"For what?"

"I don't know but my brothers and I are hunting for our mothers' killer and maybe we can find out some answers, answers that can help us both but you have to let us go, Max. You have to let your step mother go."

"No, I still have nightmares from what they did to me. I'm tired of being scared," she said as she grabbed the gun and got off the couch.

"The nightmares won't end, not like this. It's just more pain and it makes you as bad as them," I pleaded as I ran in front of her, "This isn't a solution, it won't fix anything."

"I'll go through you if I have to," she said pointing the gun at me.

"Please, Max this isn't going to fix anything," I begged trying to hold back my own tears.

She half smiled as the gun went off.