Max lead us into the house as we were wearing those outfits again. We came over as news spread about Rogers death.

"My mom's resting, she's pretty wrecked." He told us.

"Of course." Dean nodded.

"All these people kept coming with like, casseroles." He explained looking over at the table full of them. "I finally had to tell them all to go away. You know cause nothing says I'm sorry like a tuna casserole."

Sam smiled at that shaking his head as I rolled my eyes nodding. Sam smiled slightly before gesturing to the chairs and we all took seats. There was a moment of silence, then I sighed.

"How you holding up?"

"I'm ok."

"Your dad and your uncle were close?" I asked.

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

"But not lately much?"

"No, it's not that. It's just…we used to be neighbors when I was a kid, and we lived across town in this house. Uncle Roger lived next door, so he was over all the time."

"Right. So how was it in that house when you were a kid?" I went on.

Then his expression change. "It was fine. Why?"

"All good memories?" Dean asked now. "Do you remember anything unusual? Something involving your father and your uncle maybe?"

Max shook his head something completely different about him. "What do ya…why do you ask?"

"Just a question." Dean told him.

"No, there was nothing. We were totally normal. Happy."

"Good. That's good. Well you must be exhausted. We should take off." Dean said.

"Right." I agreed. "Thanks."

"Yeah." Max nodded.

We left as I took the head wear off his face stuff in my head.

"No one's family is totally normal and happy. See when he was talking about his old house?" Dean asked as we went to the car Sam taking my hand again.

"He sounded scared." We said.

"Yeah Max isn't telling us everything. I say we go find the old neighborhood, find out what life was really like for the Millers."

~S~

The three of us stood on the footpath, talking to a man in his front yard that we were able to great.

"Have you lived in the neighborhood very long?" I asked putting my hands in my pockets.

"Yeah, almost twenty years now. It's nice and quiet. Why, you looking to buy?"

"No, no, actually, we were wondering if you might recall a family that used to live right across the street I believe." Sam explained.

"Yeah the Millers. They had a little boy called Max." Dean nodded.

"Right." Sam agreed with him.

"Yeah I remember. The brother had the place next door. So uh, what's this about, is that poor kid ok?" He asked as he had a hard and sad kind of expression.

"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."

"This was going on regularly?" Sam questioned as I looked down.

"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 step-mother thing caught my attention.

"Now you said step-mother." I mumbled.

"I think his real mother died. Some sorta…accident. Car accident I think." Then he stopped and looked at something. "Are you ok there?"

I quickly looked seeing Sam holding his head in pain. I took his arm starting to lead him away.

"Sam." I whispered. "Come on Sam."

I heard Dean thanking the man as I supported Sam.

"God." He said clutching his head.

"Sam."

All the sudden Sam became dead weight.

"Dean!" I shrieked about to fall over but Dean caught him and I fell on my butt. "Ow."

Dean got Sam in the car offering me a hand and I took it getting up. I got in the back with Sam as he went in the driver's side starting to drive. I put Sam's head in my lap going through his hair as he grimaced at his vision. I hated to see him like this! Though it wasn't long till Sam got out of it.

"Sam. Hey. You with us?" I asked.

He didn't sit up as he nodded holding the bridge of his nose.

"Yeah…I'm ok."

I kept watching him worried as Dean looked back at us then the road.

"What you see?" Dean asked.

Sam was quiet for a moment before speaking.

"Max is doing it. Everything I've been seeing"

I looked at him surprised. "You sure about this?"

"Yeah, I saw him."

"How's he pulling it off?" Dean questioned now.

"I don't know, like telekinesis?"

I stiffened slightly staying quiet.

"What so he's psychic, a spoon bender?" Dean went on no one realizing my stiffen.

"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. 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." Dean told him.

"Well. We both have psychic abilities, we both…"

"Both what? Sam, Max is a monster, he's already killed two people, now he's gunning for a third." Dean explained as I bit my lip.

"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."

"Yeah but it doesn't justify murdering your entire family!"

"Dean…"

Dean pulled up to the house now. "He's no different from anything else we've hunted, all right? We gotta end him."

"We're not going to kill Max." I said quickly.

"Then what? Hand him over to the cops and say 'Lock him up officer; he kills with the power of his mind.'"

"No way. Forget it." Sam agreed sitting up looking at him.

"Sam, Sabrina…" He started.

"Dean. He's a person. We can talk to him. Hey, promise me you'll follow our lead on this one." Sam told him.

"You're lead." I whispered.

Now they both looked at me confused. I looked down sighing.

"I…I can't tell you right now. It's not the time. For all we know Max is doing his thing right now. But I can't go in there. You two have to trust me one this and Dean you have to follow Sam on this one."

There was long pause before Dean sighed as Sam still looked at me concerned now. "All right fine. But I'm not letting him hurt anybody else."

Dean took out his pistol from the glove compartment, glaring at Sam, glancing at me, then opening the door leaving. Sam gave me a worried look and I gave him a reassuring smile.

"I'll be ok out here."

"Is a…"

"No…that's why I need to stay here. Now go."

He watched me before nodding and leaving now. I took a shaky breath before looking at my hands. Telekinesis. I clenched my hands closing my eyes.

"You're not a freak, you're not an abomination, and you're not wicked. You're Sabrina." I whispered to myself before repeating it over and over trying to forget about the part of me that made me evil.

I just sat in the backseat of the Impala cradling my head waiting for the boys to come back with Max. To prove me wrong someone like him can be dealt with by talking…or I had no hope. What if my powers took over and I started doing thing like Max?

"Sam, Dean, and dad won't let it." I promised myself. "You just don't have to use it Sabrina. Just don't use it…"

Then my head snapped up as I heard a door slam. I whipped my head towards the Miller's house just as all the blinds closed.

"No, no, no, no, no." I repeated leaping out of the car and running towards the house. I went to the door slamming on it. "Sam! Dean!"

"Tell her to leave!" I heard Max shout.

"Sabrina." I heard Sam say now. "Go."

"No!" I shouted kicking at the door.

"Sabrina…funky town."

I clenched my hand. Sam didn't have time to talk me down. He just had time for a code word. The boys ran me down on a few they created. Max had a gun to his head.

"O-Ok." I nodded. "I'm going."

I stepped a few paces back from the door before standing there my wings spread and ready as I closed my eyes sensing. They stayed in the same room for a while when something felt horrible the everything relaxed and they went to different rooms. When Dean went upstairs I opened my eyes looking around before flying into the kitchen quickly hiding as Max's and Sam's voices carried from the living room.

I felt myself sadden for Max as he explained his story. It was horrible what happened to him. I kept waiting for the right moment when I heard something interesting.

"He blamed me for everything. For his job, for his life, for my mom's death."

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

"Because she died in my nursery, while I was asleep in my crib. As if that makes it my fault."

I knew Sam must have the same expression of shock as me.

"She died in your nursery?" He questioned.

"There was a fire. And he'd get drunk and babble on like she died in some insane way. He said that she burned up. Pinned to the ceiling!"

I bit my finger as my wings fluttered.

"You're not a freak, you're not an abomination, and you're not wicked. You're Sabrina." I repeated in my head.

Max had the same thing Sam and I did. And it just made the Telekinesis even better…

"Listen to me Max. What your dad said, about what happened to your Mom. It's real." Sam told him.

"What?" Max asked.

"It happened to my mom too, exactly the same. My nursery, my crib, my dad saw her on the ceiling. And my friend out there, her mom was the same exact way."

"Your dads must have been as drunk as mine."

"No, no. It's the same thing, Max. The same thing killed our mothers."

"That's impossible."

"This must be why I'm having visions during the day. Why they're getting more intense. Cause you and I must be connected in some way. Your abilities, they started six, seven months ago right, out of the blue?" Sam explained slightly frantic.

"How'd you know that?" Max asked shocked.

"Cause that's when my abilities started Max. Yours seem to me much further along but still, this has to mean something right? I mean for some reason, you and I…you and I were chosen."

"For what?"

"I don't know. But Dean, Sabrina, and I; my brother, my friend, and I, we're hunting for your mom's killer. We can find answers, answers that can help us both. But you gotta let us go Max. You gotta let your stepmother go."

I glanced quietly into the room as Max was silent.

"No. What they did to me. I still have nightmares. I'm so scared all the time, like I'm just waiting for that next beating. I'm so sick of being scared all the time," he said getting up ad I hid again, "I just want this to be over!"

"It won't. Don't you get it? The nightmares won't end, Max. Not like this. It's just, more pain. And it makes you as bad as them. Max, you don't have to go through all this by yourself."

It was silent again and I peaked again.

"I'm sorry."

Max used his power to fling Sam backward into a closest and slam the door. I put a hand over my mouth to keep from calling out. He then moved a bookshelf to slide in front of the door, blocking them.

"No. Max!" Sam shouted banging on the doors as Max now left.

I waited before running to the closet.

"Sam." I said trying to move the bookshelf.

"Sabrina?" He asked surprised.

"Perks of an angel." I grunted as I flapped my wings to give me more strength but I got nothing. "Sam I can't move this."

He was silent until I heard his groan of pain. He was having another vision. I put my hands behind my head panicking. I couldn't go against Max. He had abilities that over powered small amount of angels one for sure. Then I heard Sam gasping.

"Sabrina!" He shouted panicked. "Dean! He's going to get Dean!"

And that just sent me over the edge. I let out a scream before pushing my hands forward, the bookshelf flying clear into the kitchen into pieces. I breathed heavy as Sam was silent before swinging the door open looking at me surprised but I gave him no reaction other then sprinting for the stairs and up.

I came to the door Sam not far behind trying to kick it down but when it didn't work I took a deep breath before flinging my hand at the door and it banged open. I saw the gun and held out my hand keeping it in the position it was as Sam came in.

"No don't! Don't!" Sam shouted beside me as I kept the gun still with difficulty. "Please. Please. Max. Max. We can help you. All right. But this, what you're doing. It's not the solution. It's not gonna fix anything."

"Sam." I breathed holding up two hands now as I felt something wet on my face.

I saw Max was a mess. I felt where he wanted to point that gun. I was losing strength fast. I caught Dean's surprised face as he knew the only thing that was stopping Max from using that gun on him was me. And I just couldn't do it any longer.

"Sam." I muttered before collapsing everything going black.

~S~

Sam's POV
A medic checked on an unconscious Sabrina's state. We lied saying Sabrina fainted from the shock of Dean being held by gun point and having exerted herself earlier. I didn't know how I didn't think about her having abilities like us. I thought maybe her not wanting to go in was an angel thing. But…she had been freaked out she was like Max.

I remembered what she told me when she first explained about being an angel.

"My father says there's more to me than I know but I…I don't know what it is yet but I plan to stay the way I am. A Nephilim with a little extra kick."

She knew what that extra kick gave her, she just didn't know what exactly it was. I remember with Max and the gun, she had the most determined face but the most scared. Then her nose started to bleed and she started to go pale as she held up two hands instead. Then she fainted. I just managed to catch her as Max's face went calm and he killed himself.

The abilities Sabrina had in her, they weren't meant for her. This psychic stuff responded to her easily, but her body didn't respond to it easily.

I snapped out of my thoughts as the medic told me she needed a lot of rest and I nodded before telling them I could take her home. I picked her up easily and carried her outside. I was worried for her as much as I was worried for myself. Hell, what if this thing knew about her angel side and her hidden psychic side and if it got her…who knows what it might do…

No I wouldn't let anything happen to her. I wasn't losing her too.

~S~

Dean was driving down the road after we packed up the motel. Sabrina and I were in the backseat. Sabrina was still out as I had her laying in my lap. I was sitting back still thinking about her different kinds of powers she might have when Dean cleared his throat. I looked up at him.

"What?" I asked.

"How is she doing?"

I sighed. "Sleeping. Still."

We had the conversation already. I told him about the bookshelf and how Sabrina threw it across the room like it was nothing with her powers even destroying it. He saw what happened with her struggle with the gun and we both put it down she was just like me and Max. Though I didn't tell him about her angel side. She begged me not to ever tell him until she did.

"So when are you going to tell her?" He asked.

"Tell her…tell her what?" I questioned confused.

"That you like her."

"Oh Dean, shut the hell up ok? We've had this conversation before and we're not having it again." I told him turning back to Sabrina.

"The one really good thing I've had in a while. And…I just can't lose you." He mocked me. Apparently he heard that.

I closed my eyes. "I'm just worried for my…"

"Yeah, your friend, you know each time I hear that, I hear a lot more pain in your voice. Like you don't like being called the best friend. But when you're called the boyfriend or you call her the girlfriend…"

"Dean shut up." I said.

He just ignored me. "You seem more pleased. Happy to think about that."

"Dean."

"No, don't Dean me. Stop lying to me about this. You like that girl in your lap right now. After this case there is no denying it for you."

I sighed. "I…I just can't believe I'm over Jess that quick." I admitted looking up seeing him watching me through the mirror.

"Man, I know you don't want to hear this but Jessica was months ago ok? Sabrina, she's here. She's now. Christ, you've been sharing a bed with her! You just can't say no to her."

"But what if she says no?"

"Sam…"

"No Dean. What if she says no? How will hunting with her be after that?" I looked down at her stroking her hair. "I like what we have now. I don't want to go further if that means we can stay like this forever."

"But how long can you hold it back?" He asked calmer then he had been before.

I closed my eyes. Sabrina had been with me for everything now. She admitted everything to me and I admitted everything to her. I just couldn't deny it to myself any longer…but I just couldn't have her say no.

Then Sabrina sneezed. I opened my eyes seeing her still pale face. I put my hand on her forehead and I looked at her concerned.

"She's burning up. We should get some where soon so she can rest better." I managed to change the subject now.

He sighed but nodded. "Alright."

I closed my eyes again sighing to myself. I couldn't deny it any more. I liked Sabrina, if not more, loved her. I had fallen for her.