Sam managed to find the address to the Miller's old house and we headed there. We were talking with an older man that was doing some gardening.
"Have you lived in the neighbourhood very long?" Sam asked him. "Yeah, almost 20 years now. It's nice and quiet. Why, you looking to buy?" He asked.
"No, no, actually, we were wondering if you might recall a family that used to live right across the street I believe," Sam said. "Yeah, the Millers. They had a little boy called Max," Dean said.
The man's eyes became sympathetic, "Yeah, I remember. The brother had the place next door," He replied and we glanced over our shoulders to see the house before back at the man, "So uh, what's this about, is that poor kid okay?"
I frowned, "What do you mean?" I asked. "Well, in my life I've never seen a child treated like that. I mean I'd hear Mr. Miller yelling and throwing things clear across the street, he was a mean drunk. He used to beat the tar outta Max. Bruises. Broke his arm two times that I know of," The man said.
"This was going on regularly?" Sam asked. "Practically every day. In fact that thug brother of his was just as likely to take a swing at the boy but the worst part was the stepmother. She'd just stand there, checked out, not lifting a finger to protect him. I must have called the police seven or eight times. Never did any good," The man explained.
"Now you said step-mother," Dean said. "Yeah, she's his step mother," I said. "Yeah, I think his real mother died. Some sorta . . . accident. Car accident I think," The man said and looked at Sam, "Are you ok there?"
I looked at Sam and saw he was holding his head, grimacing, "Uh, yeah," Sam said. Dean took Sam's arm and looked at the man, "Thanks for your time."
"Yeah, thank you," Sam muttered before Dean started to lead him to the Impala. I smiled at the man, "Thank you," I said before following them. "God," Sam said quietly.
"Sammy?" I asked. "My head," He said quietly and then his eyes suddenly became unfocused and he collapsed. Dean and I caught him and got him into the back seat. I climbed into the passenger seat and Dean climbed into the driver seat before he pulled out.
"Sam?" I called as I turned to my big brother. He gasped loudly, "Max is doing it. Everything I've been seeing."
"What? You sure about this?" I asked. "Yeah, I saw him," He said, rubbing his temples. "How's he pulling it off?" Dean asked. "I don't know, looked like telekinesis?" He said.
"So he's psychic, a spoon bender?" Dean asked. "I didn't even realize it but this whole time, he was there. He was outside the garage when his Dad died, he was in the apartment when his Uncle died," Sam said. "These visions, this whole time - I wasn't connecting to the Millers, I was connecting to Max! The thing is I don't get why, man. I guess - because we're so alike?"
"What are you talking about. The dude's nothing like you," I said. "Well, we both have psychic abilities, we both . . ." Sam trailed off.
"Both what? Sam, Max is a monster, he's already killed two people, now he's gunning for a third," Dean said. "Well, with what he went through, the beatings, to want revenge on those people? I'm sorry, man, I hate to say it, but it's not that insane," Sam said.
"Yeah, but it doesn't justify murdering your entire family!" Dean said. "Dean . . ." Sam started. "He's no different from anything else we've hunted, all right? We gotta end him," Dean said and we pulled over at the Miller's house.
"What? We're not going to kill Max," I said. "Then what? Hand him over to the cops and say 'Lock him up officer; he kills with the power of his mind.'," Dean said sarcastically.
"No way. Forget it," Sam said. "Guys . . ." Dean started. "Dean, no. He's a person," I said and Dean turned off the engine. "We can talk to him. Hey, promise me you'll follow our lead on this one," Sam said, pointing at me and himself.
Dean looked at him then at me, "All right fine. But I'm not letting him hurt anybody else," He said before he opened the glove compartment and pulled out his pistol. He glanced at me and Sam as he opened his door and climbed out. I sighed and climbed out and Sam followed.
We got to the house and Dean brushed into the house and we saw Ms. Miller and Max in the kitchen. "Fathers? Scarlett?" Ms. Miller asked, confused.
"What are you doing here?" Max asked with tears in his eyes. "Ahh, sorry to interrupt," Dean said. "Max, can we, uh, can we talk to you outside for just one second?" Sam asked with a careful smile.
"About what?" Max asked. "It's . . . it's private. I wouldn't want to bother your mother with it," Sam said and looked at Ms. Miller, "We won't be long at all though, I promise."
Max looked at his stepmother and she looked at him before he looked at us, "Okay," He said softly. "Great," I said with a soft smile.
The four of us headed towards the door. Dean only managed to open it a few inches before it was slammed shut and the wooden window blinds all around the room closed. We looked at Max in shock as he backed away.
"You're not priests!" He said. Dean pulled out his gun and aimed it at Max but he used his powers to pull it out his grip and towards himself. He picked it up and hold it on us. Dean went to take a step forwards but Sam hold him back.
"Max, what's happening?" Ms. Miller asked. "Shut up," Max said. "What are you doing?" She asked. Using his powers, Max fling Ms. Miller backwards. She hit her head on the kitchen bench and fall to the ground unconscious.
"I said shut up!" Max said, holding his head with his free hand. "Max, calm down," Sam said. "Who are you?" Max asked. "We just wanna talk," I said softly. His eyes locked to mine and relaxed slightly but then turned angry again, "Yeah right, that's why you bought this!" He said about Dean's gun.
"That was a mistake, all right? So was lying about who we were. But no more lying, Max, okay? Just please, just hear me out," Sam said. "About what?" Max asked. "I saw you do it. I saw you kill your Dad and your Uncle before it happened," Sam said.
"What?" Max asked. "I'm having visions, Max. About you," Sam said. "You're crazy," Max said. "So what, you weren't gonna launch a knife at your stepmom?" Sam asked and pointed to his left eye, "Right here? Is it that hard to believe Max, look what you can do. Max I was drawn here all right? I think I'm here to help you."
"No one can help me," Max cried. "Let me try. We'll just talk, me and you. We'll get Dean, Alice and Scarlett out of here," Sam said and I looked at him. "What? No," I said. "Uh-huh. No way," Dean said at the same time.
"Nobody leaves this house!" Max ordered as the chandelier above us began to shake. "And nobody has to, all right? They'll just . . . they'll just go upstairs," Sam said.
"Sam, we not leaving you alone with him," Dean said. "Yes, you are. Look, Max. You're in charge here, all right, we all know that. No one's going to do anything that you don't want to do but I'm talking five minutes here man," Sam said.
"Sam," I whispered. Max looked back at his stepmother before back at us, "Five minutes?" The chandelier stopped shaking. "Go."
Dean put his hand on my shoulder, bragging me away to the kitchen. We crouched down beside Ms. Miller and Dean took her by the shoulder and she woke up. She stirred and we helped her up, leading her to the stairs.
"Wait!" Max called and we turned around. He started at me, "You stay here," He said. "What? No way," Dean disagreed. "Max, it's just you and me," Sam said.
"I said that she will stay," Max repeated. I looked at both my big brothers nervously. Sam gave a small nod and I released Ms. Miller and walked up to stand beside Sam. Dean didn't like that idea as he was glaring at Max before heading up the stairs with Ms. Miller, leaving me, Sam and Max alone.
