Guys we are almost there! A few more chapters. Thank you for the support and comments. I hope you continue to like what I do! -DSCWIN
P.S. The *DSCWIN* is what is happening at the same time as the first part of this chapter. So we get to see what Angela, Dean and Christina are doing while Sam and Max are talking. I took several liberties on this episode I hope that you like what I did.
Chapter 29
Angela fought to control her tears as Christina and Dean sat next to her. Her body shook as she thought of what could have happened if they hadn't arrived in time or at all. She felt another sobbing spurt was about to happen when she felt hands softly being placed on top of hers.
"Angela," Christina said her voice soothing allowing the older woman look at her. "You must answer me truthfully. Maybe Dean and I could reason with Max in understanding why you didn't want to help."
"I don't think Max will be understanding." Angela whined feeling her body turn cold making her shiver. "I made a horrible mistake and I'm scared to know what will happen next."
"Angela, why don't you tell us your side of the story. I'm sure Sam's getting Max's right now." Dean said softly as he sat down in a chair that was up against the wall near the window.
"The whole story?" Angela asked unsure if that was what Dean had meant.
"The whole story." Christina said softly.
Angela took in a soft breath trying to find the best place to start. "I met Jim and Max about twenty years ago," she started not wanting to get into full detail. "Jim said his wife had been killed in a car accident when Max was six months old and I felt sorry. Jim and I dated and that's when I met Frank. He was rough around the edges but since he lived next door, we both began to know each other better." Her body shuddered as she fought to continue her eyes filling up with tears. "The first time I walked in on both Jim and Frank abusing Max I tried to stop them. Max was only three, and we only been married for half a year. Both Jim and Frank told me that I needed to stay out of the situation as Max was a bad child and he was responsible for Jim's first wife's death. Once again I tried to stop him but he and Frank threatened me that I would be next. I was stupid and turned my back on Max and tried to ignore the cries he was giving off. That was only when Jim drank. He would get into this rampage of how Max was responsible and then start to hit him."
"Why didn't you contact the police or someone else for help?" Dean asked confused.
"It was maybe because Jim would have punished Max more and then her." Christina answered looking into Angela's eyes, who slowly nodded.
"I was an idiot to think I would have been hurt. I know I should have protected Max with everything even if he wasn't my own. He needed me and I turned my back on him."
Christina and Dean looked at each other and frowned. They both hoped that Sam would be able to convince Max into letting Angela go and come with them so that they would be able to help him.
*DSCWIN*
Max was quiet as he slouched into an arm chair while Sam took the couch but sat so he was facing Max. "You think I'm a freak don't you?" Max asked his voice dark as he kept his hand on top of the gun he had taken from Dean.
"Not at all." Sam said trying to keep the little excitement out of his voice as he had never met someone with powers just like himself. "In fact, I have powers too."
Max turned his head with a disbelief look. "I highly doubt it." He said suddenly as a letter opener lifted to it's tip and began to spin it like a top on the wood. Sam watched transfixed on the object before looking over at Max.
"Let me guess this power started to show up with you turned twenty-two." He said and felt excitement when Max nodded. "Mine too."
"What kind of powers do you have?" Max asked keeping the letter opener spinning on the table.
"Visions." Sam said quickly. "I saw the death of your father and your uncle and tried to help them. I even saw you try and kill your step-mom by having her push a knife into her eye."
"She deserved it." Max said emotionless dropping the letter opener onto the table with a soft clatter. "Dad and Frank deserved it too."
"You killed them didn't you?" Sam asked carefully keeping one eye trained on Max while the other was trained on the two possible weapons. "How did you? I didn't see you in my visions."
"Yes. I kept my Dad from leaving his car when he came home from work." Max said slowly sitting up. "I learned how to control my powers just by knowing their force of habit. Frank was the same way. I knew he would try and fix his window as he kept complain how it would stick." Max took in a deep breath as he looked over at Sam. "I couldn't stand them hitting me after what happened to my real mom. My dad had told everyone around me that she had died in a car accident. Because nobody would believe she died pinned to the ceiling before catching on fire."
The bottom of Sam's stomach dropped as he listened to Max talk. "How old-"
"Six months. To the day. Dad had told me that mom went in to check on me since I was crying. Next thing he knows he's hearing her scream and he finds her pinned on the ceiling. He said he barely managed to get me out of the crib when she burst into flames that fear still on her face."
"Max..." Sam said his mouth suddenly going dry. "My mom died the same way." Sam said his eyes going wide with confusion. "Did your dad see anyone else in the house?"
Max shook his head. "No. But when I turned two he told me he wished I hadn't been born. That because of me he drank. It was because of me, he had to move to that house. Why I tried to get a scholarship to go to a different college outside of this stupid state. Away from him and Uncle Frank. I was the reason, my Dad hit me and why Angela didn't do anything to stop it."
"Max, I'm sure if you would just listen I could tell you what it was that killed your mom. It might be the same thing that killed my mom. A demon with yellow eyes."
Max's face flinched as he listened to Sam but he suddenly shook his head. "No, Sam. I don't believe you."
Sam saw the letter opener lift into the air the pointy end aimed directly for Sam's head even as he stood up and slowly backed away. Sam barely managed to grab hold of a couch pillow and raised it up into the air blocking the letter opener impaled itself into the fabric. Sam had tossed the pillow to the side to try and talk with Max when he felt himself being thrown backwards entering a small coat closet. The doors slammed shut and something heavy blocked the doors from opening. "Don't do this Max!" Sam screamed as he tried to push the door open.
"You can't stop me, Sam!" Max screamed back. "Angela will pay for what she had done. If your siblings stand in the way I'll kill them too."
Sam listened as Max walked away his footsteps fading fast. Sam gripped his head as a bright light was followed by a sharp head spitting pain. He was having another vision and he was starting to feel this one would be rough to watch.
~DSCWIN~
The bedroom door slowly opened making Dean quickly stand up placing his body in front of Christina and Angela as Christina wrapped her arms around her.
"I don't want to kill you two." Max said holding Dean's gun and aiming it at Angela who began to softly began to sob.
"Let go of that gun, Max." Dean said both of his hands were up and his face was twisted in annoyance that the young man had his weapon on him.
"Very well." Max said letting go of the gun's handle but the gun remained in the air the barrel pointing at Angela. "Stand aside, Dean." Max said evenly his eyes emotionless.
"No." He said moving to me more in front of the two girls that cowered against the wall. "You'll have to get through me first." His voice was serious as he kept his eyes level with Max's.
"As you wish." Max said.
The sound of the gun discharged causing blood to spatter against the back of the wall. Dean's body limply fell a single hole in the middle of his forehead. Both of the girls let out a shriek of fear before Max turned his attention to the two that still remained.
~DSCWIN~
Sam blinked back tears as he fought against the heavy object that stood in front of the closet doors. Not my brother; he thought as he pushed. When the door wouldn't move he leaned his head against the door praying that the object would be moved to the side and out of his way. His head snapped up when he did indeed hear something heavy get dragged out of the way and he slowly pushed open the closet door. He marveled in his luck for only a second when he heard the girl's scared whimpers from the room. He was happy he had long legs as it shortened his trip as he ran through the house and into the room where Dean, stood in front of the girls and the gun hanging into the air when Max's arms were down by his side.
"Max, you can come with us." Sam said quickly as Max turned to look at him surprised to see Sam standing there in the room with him. "Max you come with us and we'll help you. We will help you move on from this. We'll help you control your powers and use them to help others." The gun pointed down to the ground making Dean's face flush with relief.
"It's too late for me." Max said softly before turning the gun towards him and making the gun discharge.
Sam looked away for a second as he felt something wet spray against his face. He could hear Angela let out a wail of distress before he opened his eyes. He let out a shaky breath as his face twisted into mourning at the sight of Max's body on the floor. Thinking quickly Sam grabbed a small blanket and tossed it over the body before sinking the floor from out of complete shock. In his head he was wrapped in guilt. He had Max kill himself before that guilt changed to selfish confusion. How was his mother's death similar to his? What was the connection that made both of them the same?
"Christy, take Angela and take her downstairs. Have her call the police but you need to say this was suicide but leave out Max's powers." Dean's controlling voice seemed different as their father's as Sam managed to look up from his stupor into his brother's concerned filled eyes. Dean's face was relaxed as he helped Sam to his feet as Christina and Angela left the room leaving the two brothers alone for a minute. They both looked down at the covered body on the floor before slowly leaving the bedroom. "It's going to be okay, Sammy." Dean said as they stopped in the hallway before he wrapped his arms around his little brother. "Just a few minutes then I'll let you cry if need be."
Sam nodded automatically even though he didn't feel like crying. It had been months since he had a good cry and that was over the loss of Jessica. But he took in a deep breath to calm the shock that still buzzed around inside him.
~DSCWIN~
The police had showed up and Angela told the two what had happened leaving out Max's powers and how the three had been walking past when they showed up trying to stop Max from killing her. Her voice was soft as she had to replay the incident in her head and when she was asked about the gun her son had, she broke down and cried. She looked up at the Winchesters and tearfully waved them goodbye knowing now she had nothing left for her. Her husband was gone, her brother-in-law and her stepson all were taken away from her leaving her alone. But she had no anger in the Winchesters as they tried to protect them and even tried to stop Max from killing himself. But as she finished her statement to the police she wished the Winchesters would leave. Let her mourn how her life just seemed to end the minute Max pulled that trigger.
The Winchesters left the house when they were excused and headed to the Impala. They needed to get out of town as they had figured how Max had been killing Jim and Frank Miller. They knew they should be happy for saving Angela's life but knowing she lost everyone that she cared for, they couldn't feel that excitement. As they pulled up to their hotel they knew they had to get some RR in before tackling their next case. They all were effected by this case at how close to them as it possibly could. There had been a slight twinge of fear deep in each of them of what would happen if Sam became the next Max.
"You know," Sam said as they slowly started to pack. "I'm happy we had Dad. Flaws and all."
Dean looked at Sam with surprise. "I never thought I'd ever hear you say that." He glanced over at Christina who gathered her belongings and headed out not saying a word.
Christina closed the hotel door behind her knowing Sam needed to talk to Dean as they had been closer together for their lives. She knew she was just the third wheel to their vehicle but she didn't always feel left out. She just knew if she stayed she would crumble and tell them why she hated that man they were searching for. She would break down and tell them of the phone call and the piece of journal in her back pocket.
She sighed and tossed her backpack into the back seat and lounged on it kicking off her shoes off in the process. She rolled up her sweatshirt and made a makeshift pillow before watching the door waiting for her two brothers to come out. She felt she needed to let them know John had called and that he was alive. But as she watched as Dean then Sam walked out she decided against it. She'd tell them when the time was right.
