Rolling Waves: Chapter Twelve
A/N: Sorry for the delays between updates I'll try to update more often.
Summary: Dean and Max talk. This portion of you entertainment will be filled with angst with a small side of humor.
Neither Max nor Dean said anything. Unsaid question flew between the two. Emotions grew by leaps and bounds: anger, sadness, anxiousness, hopelessness. The clock on the wall continued to count of the seconds as time moved slowly. Both willed time to hurry up. Maybe if they were lucky Alanna and Sam would come back and the two could avoid the whole situation. Unfortunately as much as the two wished time to hurry up it seemed to slow down even more.
The silence weighed down suffocating Max until she couldn't take it.
"You left." Max said quietly. Her body sagged against the wall. The energy she thought she had for this conversation left.
"You said to go." Dean said equally as quiet. Yes he had left, but she said to go.
"Oh, so you're going to blame me? I didn't want you to go."
"You said…"
"Screw what I said Dean! I though you cared. God I was so stupid. I'm a freak, why would anyone ever want to be with me! My boyfriend would rather fight forces of darkness, be in danger, than stay with me" Max said shaking her head, wrapping her arms around herself. "Why Dean? Why?" The more she thought about it the angrier she got. She was left to tell all their friends that he had left. She was the one who cried herself to sleep, not that she would ever admit it. "Why?" The third why was accompanied by a glass vase aimed at his head. Fortunately for Dean Max's anger had made her aim horrible and the vase shatter harmlessly a few feet from him.
"You gave me an ultimatum Max! What was I suppose to do? Stay and be with you and let my dad handle the situation by himself. Or leave to help him and loose you. I didn't, I couldn't…"
"No Dean." Max said cutting Dean off. She was so angry with him, angry at herself; she threw a picture frame of the two of them at him, followed by her keys, the bowl that held her loose change in, as well as a few more picture frames. "Its my turn. You just left. No good bye, no 'I'll be back." Nothing Dean. All your stuff was still here, just the bare essentials were gone. I though you were coming back. But nothing Dean. No phone calls, no e-mail, nothing, you never came back to get your things. I didn't know if you were okay. Six months Dean! Six fucking months! I didn't know until Lanna told me. I though you were dead. I though this was the one that got you. I didn't know." Max said, unconscious tears streaming down her face. "I didn't know…" Her emotional tirade over Max slid down against the wall.
"Max. I…"
"It's better if you left." Max said interrupting any retort Dean had.
"Are you just saying that or do actually mean it." Dean said apprehensively.
Max didn't say anything. She just sat there looking a spot on the floor a few feet from where she sat.
"I didn't leave because I wanted to Max. I left because I had to. This was my dad we were talking about."
"Oh, just rub it in my face. Max the freak who was conceived in a test tube. Doesn't belong anywhere." Max said bitterly.
"Max, that isn't what I mean and you know it. You would drop everything to go help your family if they came asking. How can you ask me to do anything less?"
Max sat there. He was right. She couldn't blame him for leaving, not when it was because his family was in trouble. "You never came back. You never called."
"I'm sorry Max. God baby, I'm so sorry I didn't call. That I didn't come back. I thought…" Dean said looking at Max, his eyes full of regret. "I didn't think you wanted to ever hear from me again, after I left. I thought…It doesn't matter what I thought. I'm just sorry Max. I understand if you still want me to leave. But please believe that I'm so sorry."
Max didn't say anything just looked up into the sad grey-green eyes. Those eyes that told her everything she needed to know.
Dean took her silence to mean that she still wanted him to leave. He moved from his spot against the window towards the door.
Max saw the movement and panic. He couldn't leave. Not again. "I'm sorry."
Dean paused and waited for Max to say something else.
"I'm sorry I got angry because you left to help your family. I shouldn't have made you choose. It wasn't fair." Max said quietly.
Dean turned an looked at her. All the steam from her earlier outburst gone, left behind was little girl struggling to make a place for herself in this cruel harsh world. Dean didn't say a word. Just walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her. She quietly sobbed into his chest. Dean just held her.
And that is how Alanna and Sam found the duo asleep on the floor. Max's head resting in Dean's lap, Dean with his back against the wall. Their fingers interlaced.
"I guess they made up. Or at least got their issued out in the open." The apartment was litter with broken glass and loose change, bit of pottery adorned the carpet and Max's key lay near the sofa.
"Yea. So that's Max huh?"
"The one and only." Alanna and Sam stood there each thinking deep thoughts. Alanna wondered if Max was going to kill her in the morning. And if she was she figured she should hightail it outta there. An angry Max was not something to be messed with. She could be quite scary. Sam on the other hand wonder what was going to happen now. Was Max going to join them? Would Dean be staying here? The future he had pictured for him and his brother was deteriorating fast.
"You want draw on their faces with make up?" Alanna asked. She figured if Max was going to be mad at her, she might as well have some fun before she face Hurricane Max. Not to mention Dean.
Sam looked at her. She was crazy. That had to be it. Alanna was certifiable. "Sure. We should put their free hands in warm water too." Sam said. After all the only way to deal with crazy people was to participate in their deluded fantasies.