"Oh, and hello to you too, Dean." Crowley said with a bit of a frown. Dean kept his stance between me and the King of Hell. Bobby came in, an old quilt in one hand. "Taking up sewing Singer?"

"Shud up!" Was Bobby's reply as he handed me the quilt.

"You," Dean snapped, motioning the butt of his gun at Crowley. "You stay away from her." Crowley rolled his eyes, yawning in boredom.

"I thought we were friends, Maxine." I glowered at him from past Dean's shoulder. "I mean you did threaten me. If I can recall, I believe your exact words were along the lines of: Zap me back to Bobby's or your royal brains are going to be royally spread on my royal toast you son of a bitch."

"That's my girl." Dean grinned.

"Well," Crowley continued. "I've 'zapped' you back now you tell me how you came to possess the Colt?"

"You're the King of Hell, you tell me." I stepped away from the wall which was my older brother and stood in the open.

"Va-va-Winchester." Crowley smirked in approval, looking me down from head to toe.

"Hey! Her eyes are up here, asshole!" Bobby cried, motioning with two fingers to the top of his face.

"What's all this?" Sam and Adam stared at the scene before them, rubbing their sleep filled eyes.

"I've come to collect my possession." Crowley explained, much to my surprise.

"She's not going anywhere with you." Adam said, again, much to my surprise, stood next to me, a protective hand on my elbow. Sam stood on the other side of me, looking fiercer than a—well, Dean looked fiercer than a pit bull—whereas Sam just looked like a vicious whale. I ducked underneath their arms and stood before Crowley, my arms crossed and my left knee bent in impatience.

"And what if I refuse?" I asked, feeling Dean inching forward, ready to snatch me away if the demon tried anything funny. Crowley laughed.

"You think I want you? I want the Colt."

"Oh," I smiled, walking to the fridge. "Sam, can you get me the box?" Without question, Sam did as I asked, handing me the steel box from the cabinet high above my reach. I sniffed, and pointed the gun at Crowley with a wry grin.

"The bullet won't kill me, Maxine." He smiled.

"I know," I replied, squeezing the trigger so the last bullet lodged itself snugly in his neck. "but next time, don't be such a killjoy."

"This isn't even the proper bullet." Crowley inspected the small piece of metal that was covered with the blood of his meat suit.

"Well, I could have told you that, you stupid wanker." I tossed the gun to Adam. "What the hell do you want with the Colt anyway?"

"Oh, let's just call it leverage."

"Alright, Captain Jack," Dean stepped forward beside me. "…leverage for what exactly?"

"Oh, a little bit of this…a little bit of that. If you don't give me the Colt then I will take your sister. We'll see how nice she looks on a pole." My eyes widened.

"What type of pole?"

"I think you know, Miss Winchester." In my mind, I found myself thinking about my head on a pole—much like that Uruk-Hai in The Two Towers—or as a stripper. I could tell Dean was thinking the same thing 'cause he looked like he was about to puke.

"Okay, fine." I agreed. "but what do we get out it?"

"Your life…if that means anything to you." I rolled my eyes.

"How so very melodramatic. But, seriously, we still have the Colt and I want to make a deal."

"What! Max, are you crazy?" Adam jerked me back, Bobby and my brothers all glaring at me.

"What do you propose monkee?" I frowned.

"Only he can call me that." I nodded my head to Dean. "I want you to break off the deal Dean made with the crossroad demon."

"I can't do that—"

"Oh, right and I can't just slit your throat for the hell of it."

"Max…"

"Shut up, Dean." I snapped, turning back to the demon.

"It won't do much good, Miss Winchester."

"Like I said: just for the hell of it." Crowley thought this over, thinking over the pros and cons.

"Okay," He tapped his lips with two fingers. "Let's seal the deal, shall we?"

"Oh, God, I can't watch this." Dean groaned facing away from the sight of me kissing Crowley.

"Damn, you didn't have to use tongue, you bastard." I pulled away, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "Are you—is that—?"

"Cherry chap stick."

"Well, thank you for that Katy Perry." I sneered sarcastically shoving the steel box into his chest.

"Take it out, darling." I chewed on my cheek, slowly pulling out the Colt. Once he was satisfied with what he was handed he dismissed himself with a snap of his fingers, Colt and all.

"Max," Dean finally shouted, a line forming between his eyes. "What the hell were you thinking?"

"Oh, save me your dramatics Dean."

"You do not—under any damn circumstances—do that."

"Well, cry me a river bro." I got all up in his face, hating the way he belittled me even after I had just saved his ass.

"You are so selfish, Max. I swear to God—" I sucked up patience, coiled my arm back and snapped Dean across the jaw. Bobby and Adam held Dean back while Sam pulled me away with ease, still lunging at Dean.

"Screw you, Dean. Screw you! You can never just say 'Thank you' and be done with it."

"I don't have to thank you for anything. All you do is leave your family. You just leave the people that love you the most."

"Really? Sounds like I someone I know!" I screamed, clawing at Sam's arm which was tight around my waist.

"Yeah, it sounds like dad!"

"No!" I snarled. "It sounds like you Dean. It sounds like you pulling that stupid hell stunt or going to the cross road demon just because I was stupid enough—"

"Oh, yeah, sure, Max!" He stood up straight, the muscles in his arms tense.

"Shut up the both of you!" Bobby screamed, breathing heavily. "Get yourselves together, you idjits!"

"This is not your fight, Bobby." I swallowed a hard lump. "That's it…that's it. I'm gone." I started walking up to my room.

"Come back here, Max. You're not leaving."

"Watch me, Dean."

Thank you all for the wonderful summer! I owe it all to you! Hope you like this chapter :) Have a grand day!