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"Come on Max. Please don't leave." Sam walked backwards, his arms outstretched. "He didn't mean it. You know Dean." I shoved past him, throwing my jacket and paratrooper's rucksack into the backseat. Bobby was shouting at Dean inside, watching Sam and Adam trying to convince me to stay.
"Max, come on…think about this rationally." Adam begged, standing in front of the driver's door to the Charger. "Sam and I—Well, I know that I need you. And, hell, maybe Sam and Dean need you too. If not for Dean, stay for me and Sam and Bobby. Please." I smiled sadly at Adam…I was definitely the ugly duckling in the family.
"Sorry, kid." I slid into the Charger, starting the engine up and rolling down the windows as Pink Floyd began.
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain… And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage? How I wish, how I wish you were here. We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year, running over the same old ground. What have we found? The same old fears. Wish you were here.
"Max…" I looked up and saw tears in Sam's eyes. My heart broke at the sight of my little brother. The little brother I used to help do homework or tuck into bed or take care of when he was sick. Then I saw my other brother, the brother I had no idea existed, and even though my heart went out to them I was still adamant.
"I'll, uh, see you guys soon. Remember to eat your vegetables." I smiled, trying to break the thin sheet of tension that had settled like ice. I pulled out of the car graveyard, pondering if I should truly go back and make peace with Dean. If Dean really wanted there to be a calm sea between us then he wouldn't have let me leave, wouldn't he of? I had just merged onto the highway when I was struck deaf by the sound of an ear piercing trunk horn. I tried stepping on the accelerator but it was too late. My neck snapped back and I felt a hand on upper arm before I had time to remember anything else.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
Damn, what an obnoxious, familiar noise. What a sickening, familiar stench. My stomach sank when I felt a rough, calloused hand slip into mine. I felt water droplets fall against my wrist and lips pressed against my knuckles. I was too exhausted to open my eyes or even move. I mentally shrank into the pillow, wanting to filter out the voice that was now speaking to me.
"I'm sorry I couldn't help you, Maxine." His voice was gruff and I wanted so much to look into his eyes and cry. I wanted my father but I knew he wasn't there…not for real.