A/N: I have changed the name of this story to 'The Evelyn Singer Chronicles' since it made more sense to me as I am planning so far to continue this story for as long as I can take it with Evie fitting into the other seasons.
NIGHTMARE
Evie's POV
"Dean…Evie!" I heard Sam say through my sleep fogged brain waking me up, I lifted my head from Dean's chest seeing him sitting up in his bed getting up. "Dean!" he shook Dean's hand turning the lamp on blinding me for a second as I had to get used to the sudden light in the room as he stood.
"What's are you doing man, it's the middle of the night?" Dean asked Sam waking up himself, I sat up watching Sam quickly moving about the room throwing his stuff in his bag.
"We have to go" Sam replied.
"What's happening?" I asked him since this wasn't normal behavior even for Sam.
"We have to go, right now" he insisted heading out the door, I turned to Dean and we shared a confused look before quickly getting up throwing some clothes on.
We walked out meeting Sam at the Impala jumping in and Dean was quickly pulling out of the motel parking lot driving towards Michigan as Sam filled us in on a nightmare he'd woken up from and the fact that he believed it was actually coming true and he was ignoring Dean and I trying to convince him otherwise.
"McReady, Detective McReady badge number 158 I've got a signal 480 in progress, I need the registered owner of a two door sedan Michigan license plate…Mary-Frank-six-zero-three-seven…yeah okay just hurry" we heard Sam say as was on the phone.
"Sammy relax, I'm sure it's just a nightmare" Dean spoke up trying to placate Sam since he was borderline frantic at this point and I didn't appreciate being woken up like this.
"Yeah tell me about it" Sam replied.
"I mean it, you know a normal everyday naked in class nightmare, this license plate won't checkout you'll see"
"It felt different Dean, real" Sam argued. "Like when I dreamt about our old house and Jessica"
"Well yeah you were dreaming about our old house, your girlfriend, this guy in your dream you ever seen him before?"
"No" Sam replied.
"No exactly, why would you have premonitions about some random dude in Michigan?"
"I don't know" I frowned since this was crazy.
"Me neither"
"Yes I'm here" Sam suddenly said turning his attention back into the phone then looked at us. "Jim Miller, Saginaw Michigan, you have a street address?" Dean and I shared a look because it had checked out and that was just plain scary, what the hell was going on with Sam. "Got it, thanks" he added before hanging up and sighed. "It checks out, how far are we?" he asked turning to me since I was the main navigator.
"From Saginaw?" he nodded. "A couple of hours"
"Drive faster" Sam said looking at Dean so he stepped on the gas.
When we arrived in Saginaw, Michigan and Dean pulled up out the front of the address we saw that we'd been too late since the street was swarming with cop cars and when we looked up towards the house we saw a couple of coroner's next to a gurney covering up a dead body on it meaning Sam really had witnessed it through some kind of creepy ass premonition.
Dean, Sam and I all shared a look before Dean continued driving quickly parking before we got out and headed back to the scene of the crime to get a sense of what actually happened and slipped up to the crowd of onlookers.
"What happened?" Dean asked the lady next to us.
"Suicide" the woman replied shaking her head. "I can't believe it"
"Did you know him?" Sam asked her.
"Saw him every Sunday at St. Augustine's, he always seems…seemed so normal, I guess you never know what's going on behind closed doors"
"I guess not" Dean replied looking down at me as we shared another look.
"How did uh…how are they saying it happened?" Sam asked her.
"I heard they found him in the garage locked inside his car with the engine running"
"Do you know what time they found him?" Sam asked again and I looked over at him.
"It just happened an hour or two ago, his poor family" I frowned looking back up at the house seeing the said family standing on the porch. "I can't imagine what they're going through" she added and I turned when Sam suddenly walked off so I grabbed Dean's hand and we walked over towards the Impala where Sam had run off to.
"Sam, we got here as fast as we could" I said reaching out placing what I hopped would be a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"Not fast enough" he argued. "Which doesn't make any sense, why would I even have these premonitions unless there was a chance that I could stop them from happening?"
"I don't know" Dean and I replied at the same time.
"So what do you think killed him?" Sam asked after a heavy sigh.
"Maybe the guy just killed himself, maybe there's nothing supernatural going on at all" Dean replied.
"I'm telling you's, I watched it happen he was murdered by something, it trapped him in the garage" I frowned looking up at him.
"Like what, a spirit, a poltergeist?" I asked him unsure since this wasn't exactly a normal case.
"I don't know what it was, I don't know why I'm having these dreams, I don't know what the hell is happening guys" Sam argued making my frown deepen even more. "What?" he asked since Dean and I were both staring at him.
"Nothing man, we're just…we're worried about you" Dean replied.
"Well don't look at me like that" Sam protested.
"We're not looking at you like anything" I replied touching his arm again.
"Though I gotta say you look like crap" Dean added so I turned to glare at him since that wasn't helping him.
"Nice thanks" Sam replied.
"Yeah well…come on let's just pick this up in the morning, alright we'll check out the house, we'll talk to the family" Dean said moving to the driver's side opening the door to get in.
"Dean, you saw them they're devastated, they're not going to want to talk to us" Sam argued and Dean leaned on the roof and door looking up at them.
"Yeah your right" he replied and I saw an idea fill his eyes and knew I wasn't going to like it. "But I know who they will talk to"
"Who?" Sam asked him and the smirk on Dean's face confirmed it that I really wasn't going to like it.
I stared at myself in the mirror the next morning with distaste, I couldn't believe what Dean was having us do and it was an all-new low for us lying to people about who we we're, I looked up when I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist and saw Dean's reflection in the mirror as he smiled down at me.
"This crap is uncomfortable" I complained fixing the head piece tucking the last of my hair behind the black veil thing of the nun's outfit. "Where'd you even get this?"
"Don't worry about it, we should go Sam's getting impatient" he replied making me roll my eyes since it was easy for Sam to want to hurry, they we're dressed in priest outfits with the collar and all and as horrible as it was made Dean look hotter than ever and I was going to hell for thinking that.
"Easy for him to say, you guys don't look ridiculous" he smiled squeezing my waist.
"I don't know, this collar is driving me nuts and I think you pull it off" I looked up at him in the mirror seeing his smirk. "I'd definitely be pulled into a church for this ass" he added playfully squeezing my ass and I jumped turning to face him.
"Dean don't do that!" I scolded him because it just felt so wrong but he just kept on smiling.
"Why not, it's kind of kinky given it's meant to be forbidden" I rolled my eyes.
"Let's go" I pushed past him but he caught my arm pulling me back towards him crashing his lips against mine and I couldn't help melt into his embrace.
"Oh come on guys!" Sam's voice suddenly broke us apart. "Can't you two show a little respect" I blushed slightly embarrassed but Dean's smirk never left his face and he shrugged at Sam. "Evie I'd probably take that off" I frowned confused but Sam nodded down at my pentagram necklace and my hand instinctively rose to touch it.
"Why?" I asked defensively since I never took it off.
"It's not exactly appropriate for a sister to wear" I frowned turning to Dean who gave me a look then reached out and tucked it under the neckerchief out of sight then turned to Sam expecting him to argue but he only rolled his eyes. "Okay fine, let's go" he walked out.
"Someone's in a mood" I said and Dean nodded before we walked out quickly getting into the Impala and drove over to the Miller house and Dean rang the doorbell.
"This has to be a whole new low for us" Sam whispered and Dean turned to smile at him just before the door opened reveling an older man that I'd saw here last night.
"Good afternoon, I'm father Simmons, this is father Frehly and sister Charity, we're new over at St. Augustine's, may we come in?" the man nodded with his eyes. "Thanks" Dean said stepping inside and I followed with Sam right behind me looking as uncomfortable as I felt but I took a deep breath and reminded myself of John's wise words 'No fear, you belong there'.
"We're very sorry for your loss" Sam said once we were inside.
"It's in difficult times like these when the Lord is most needed-" Dean started but the guy held up his hands.
"Look, you wanna pitch your whole 'Lord has a plan' thing, fine but don't pitch it to me, my brother is dead"
"Rodger, please" a woman cut in having overheard him and I turned seeing it was the wife of the deceased standing behind us carrying a tray of food.
"Excuse me" the guy…Rodger said walking away so we turned towards her.
"I'm sorry about my brother-in-law, he's just so upset about Jim's death" we nodded and I noticed Dean's eye drop to the food in her hands so I lightly kicked the back of his foot warning him to stay professional. "Would you like some coffee?"
"That'd be great" Dean replied watching as she walked towards the kitchen before Dean turned to glare at me.
I rolled my eyes at him before we followed Mrs Miller into a little sitting room, Dean and I took the couch as Dean "It was wonderful for you to stop by" she said as she poured some coffee into three mugs. "The support of the church means so much right now"
"Of course, after all we are all God's children" Dean replied and I turned to look at him since he was laying on the God business way too much, Mrs Miller walked away returning the coffee pot to the kitchen and Dean wasted no time quickly snagging a cocktail sausage from a plate stuffing it into his mouth making me scoff and shake my head at him. "What?"
"Just tone it down a little, Father" I warned him just before Mrs Miller came back taking a seat next to me. "So Mrs Miller, did you husband have a history of depression?" I asked since Dean still had a mouth full.
"Nothing like that, we had our ups and downs like everyone but we were happy, I just don't understand how Jim could do something like that" she replied finishing in tears.
"I'm so sorry you had to find him like that" Sam spoke up.
"Actually our son, Max…" she pointed back at a boy that was sitting on his own. "…he was the one who found him"
"Do you mind if maybe I go talk to him?" Sam asked her.
"Oh thank you, Father" she replied so Sam stood and went over to Max, I reached over to the table pulling a tissue out of the box and held it towards Mrs Miller who took it graciously and wiped away the tears from her eyes.
"Mrs Miller you have a lovely home, how long have you lived here?" Dean spoke up.
"We moved in about five years ago" she replied.
"You know the only problem with these old houses, I bet you have had all kinds of headaches"
"Like what?" she asked him.
"Well weird leaks, electrical shortages, odd settling noises at night, that kind of thing?"
"No nothing like that, it's been perfect" she replied so Dean and I shared a look before I moved my eyes telling him to go so he could have a look around to see if this was a standard haunting.
"May I use your restroom?" Dean asked turning back to Mrs Miller understanding my look perfectly from years of practice.
"Oh sure, it's just up the stairs" Mrs Miller replied pointing towards the stairs, Dean smiled nodding then quickly snagged another cocktail sausage before leaving.
I smiled turning back to Mrs Miller and we spoke a little longer about the house and their family but everything seemed normal so I excused myself standing up and went upstairs seeing Dean quickly stashing something in his jacket but he rolled his eyes when it was just me.
"Anything?" I asked knowing that he'd been scanning the rooms with infrared given how quick he was to hide it when I came up.
"Zip" he shook his head walking towards me.
"Alright let's go, we need to know more back history on this place to see if there's been anything strange that the Millers haven't known about" he nodded and we went downstairs getting Sam and left after a short goodbye to Mrs Miller still playing the church role.
When we got back to the motel I went straight to the bathroom and started peeling off the ridiculous layers of the nun outfit that I never would let Dean talk me into playing a nun again then decided to have a shower.
After I hopped out and wrapped a towel around myself before I walked out seeing Dean sitting on one of the beds with guns sprawled out on the other with all the cleaning equipment next to him as he was cleaning out one of the shotguns.
"So what do you have?" I asked seeing Sam had gotten straight to work and had a lot of info already pinned to the wall and quickly threw on some clothes rolling my eyes as Dean of course had to look while Sam respectively kept his back turned.
"A lot of nothing" Sam groaned pinning something else up. "Nothing bad has happened in the Miller house since it was built"
"What about the land?" I asked stepping up beside him to take a look myself since some things just needed a second eye and I used to be John's when he couldn't figure something out.
"No graveyards, battlefields, tribal lands or any other kind of atrocity on or near the property" Sam replied moving over to the bed with the guns on it and sat down.
"Hey man I told you, I searched that house up and down there were no cold spots, no sulfur scents, nada" Dean cut in reassembling the shotgun.
"And the family said everything was normal?" Sam asked turning to him.
"Well if there was a demon or poltergeist in there then don't you think somebody would've noticed something, I used the infrared thermal scanner, man there was nothing" Dean argued moving onto more of the guns mostly reassembling them.
"So what you think Jim Miller killed himself and my dream was just some sort of freakish coincidence?" Sam asked not really looking at us.
"I don't know" Dean replied as we shared a look since we just didn't know what was going on with him or the deal behind these visions he was having. "But I'm pretty sure that there's nothing supernatural about that house.
"Yeah well…" Sam spoke up then paused and I saw him rubbing his temples. "You know maybe it has nothing to do with the house, maybe it's just…gosh" I frowned as he grabbed at his head wincing as if in pain. "Maybe it's connected to Jim in some other way"
"What's wrong with you?" Dean and I asked at the same time looking up at him but he groaned suddenly dropping to the ground on his knees.
"My head!" he exclaimed.
"Sam" Dean and I stood up and moved towards him as he continued groaning and clutching the side of his head like he was having one nasty migraine. "Hey, hey what's going on, talk to me!" Dean exclaimed grabbing his forearms shaking him and he looked up but he was somewhere else.
"Sam!" I looked up at Dean sharing a worried look. "Sammy hey!" he finally looked up.
"It's happening again, somethings gonna kill Rodger Miller!" Sam suddenly said coming out of whatever it was, Dean and I shared a look but didn't argue this time and jumped into the Impala driving while Sam called to get Rodger's address. "Rodger Miller...no, no just the address please …okay thanks" I heard Sam say as he hung up and looked up. "450 West Grove, apartment 1120"
"You okay?" Dean asked chancing a look over at Sam beside him.
"Yeah" Sam nodded.
"If your gonna hurl I'll pull over because you know the upholstery-"
"I'm fine, drive" Sam argued cutting Dean off.
"Alright" Dean agreed and I saw him look at me in the rear-view mirror with a worried look that matched my own.
"I'm scared guys" Sam admitted so I reached out and squeezed his shoulder. "These nightmares weren't bad enough now I'm seeing things when I'm awake and these visions or whatever they're getting more intense and painful"
"Come on it'll be alright, you'll be fine" Dean replied making me look over and our eyes met again.
"What is it about the Millers?" Sam suddenly asked speaking more to himself. "Why am I connected to them, why am I watching them die?" I frowned looking back at Sam. "Why is this happening to me?"
"I don't know Sam but we'll figure it out" I said rubbing my hand over his shoulder again to calm him down even though I was just as freaked out about this as he was and contemplated calling my Dad seeing if he'd ever heard of something like this before but didn't think it was a good idea for it to get out even if it was just my Dad.
"She's right, we face the unexplainable every day, this is just another thing" Dean added but I looked up with a frown since it was never one of us we were investigating.
"No it's never been us" Sam argued speaking my mind. "It's never been in the family like this" I frowned turning back to Sam as he looked between me and Dean. "Tell the truth, you can't tell me this doesn't freak you guys out?" he asked us.
"This doesn't freak me out" Dean replied but I could tell that he was kidding himself.
We finally reached Rodger's apartment unit and saw him walking towards the front doors with what looked like a bag of groceries so Dean quickly slowed the car down and we called out to him but Rodger refused to listen and rushed inside so Dean parked and we quickly jumped.
"Hey Rodger, we're trying to help you!" Sam exclaimed running across the road in hopes to stop him but Rodger made it inside and closed the doors before we could get to him.
"I don't want your help" Rodger insisted then walked away.
"We're not priests, listen to us!" Sam yelled hitting his hand against the doors.
"Rodger your in danger!" Dean added as I looked knowing there had to be a fire escape somewhere.
"Come on, come on, come on" I said to the boys and we ran around the building finally seeing a gate that would allow us access to the building but it was locked so Dean being Dean kicked his foot out breaking it open.
Sam ran straight in jumping up and Dean followed with a boost from the fence then quickly reached his hand down for me but I was already halfway up using the fence as well although I took his offered hand and he helped me up the rest of the way before we quickly followed Sam up the fire escape but as soon as we heard the window shut along with a squelching sound that made me stop beside Sam.
Dean continued up the stairs and Sam reluctantly followed him the rest of the way so I frowned walking up and saw a window covered in blood making me look away, no matter how many times I saw death and blood in this job I was never going to get used to it.
"Here, start wiping down your prints, both of you" Dean quickly said handing both Sam and I a black bandana, I raised my eye questioning why he just had these but it was Dean. "We don't want the cops to know we were here, go, go come on!" I nodded and started wiping the railing in front of me while the boys wiped down the parts in front of them. "I'm gonna take a look inside" I looked up at Dean as he opened the window on the fire escape and ducked inside while Sam and I continued wiping our prints away.
"Sam this isn't your fault, we tried to warn him" Sam looked back but didn't say anything and before I could continue Dean came back out.
"Let's go!" we nodded and quickly ran down the fire escape going back to the front of the building.
"So what did you see?" Sam asked Dean.
"Nothing" Dean replied being short.
"What do you mean nothing?!" Sam insisted.
"I'm telling you there was nothing in there, there's no signs either just like the Miller's house"
"I saw something in the vision, like a dark shape" a horn beeped and Dean stopped us from walking onto the road. "Something was…something was stalking Rodger"
"Well whatever it was it's not connected to their house" I supplied looking up at Sam.
"No it's connected to the family itself" Sam seconded as we continued towards the Impala. "So what do you think it is, like a vengeful spirit?"
"Well yeah there's been a few known to latch on to families, follow them for years" Dean said and I nodded.
"He's right, Angiaks, Banshees, it's basically like a curse" I added as we jumped into the Impala with Sam getting into the back. "Maybe Rodger and John got involved in something heavy, something curse worthy"
"And now somethings out for revenge" Sam nodded seeing my train of thought. "And the men in their family are dying" I nodded since that was the better theory. "Hey do you think Max is in danger?"
"Lets figure it out before he is" Dean replied starting the car.
"Well I know one thing I have in common with these people" Sam spoke up.
"What's that?" Dean and I asked him.
"Both our families are cursed"
"Our families not cursed" Dean argued looking back at him. "We just…had our dark spots" Sam chuckled.
"Our dark spots are pretty dark" Sam argued back.
"You're dark" Dean replied and I chuckled cause that was the worst comeback he'd ever come up with. "Shut up" he spat at me before pressing down on the gas pedal lurching me back in the seat.
"Evie's the only one free of curses" Sam continued making me turn back to him.
"Hey I have dark spots of my own there Sammy boy" I protested watching him raise an eye. "You forget my mother was killed before I could even talk" I saw both brothers turn to look at me but they clearly chose not to say anything.
We went back to the Miller house in the morning back in our ridiculous and knocked on the door, Max was the one to answer the door surprisingly and let us in without that much of an explanation on why we were here.
"My mom's resting, she's pretty wrecked"
"Of course" Dean replied walking around.
"All these people kept coming with like casseroles, I finally had to tell them all to go away you know because nothing says 'I'm sorry' like a tuna casserole" Sam chuckled as Max motioned us to take a seat.
"How you holding up?" Sam asked after a few seconds of silence as we all took seats.
"I'm okay" Max replied looking around the room.
"Your dad and your uncle were close?" Sam asked him.
"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, we lived across town in this house and Uncle Rodger lived next door so he was over all the time"
"Right" Sam nodded. "So how was it in that house, when you were a kid?"
"It was fine" I frowned knowing ninety per cent of the time when someone said it was fine it was never fine, I was a big culprit of doing it. "Why?" he asked looking around at us again.
"All good memories?" Dean asked him. "Do you remember anything unusual, something involving your father and your uncle maybe?" Dean went on and I saw the change in Max's face but he quickly covered it.
"Why do you…why do you ask?" he asked looking at Dean.
"Just a question" Dean shrugged.
"No, there was nothing we were totally normal" I could sense that was a total lie. "Happy"
"Good" Dean replied nodding his head with a smile at Max before turning to me and Sam. "That's good" he turned back to Max. "Well you must be exhausted, we should take off"
"Right…yeah thanks" Sam agreed looking at Max.
"Yeah" Max replied before we excused ourselves leaving walking towards the Impala.
"Nobody's family is totally normal and happy" Dean spoke up.
"Yeah and did you guys see when he was talking about his old house?" I asked them.
"He sounded scared" Sam nodded.
"Max isn't telling us everything, I say we go find the old neighborhood" Dean replied undoing the collar removing it. "Find out what life was really like for the Miller's" I nodded opening up the back.
"Yeah but we're changing out of these get ups" I argued pulling the veil off and shaking out my hair as Dean laughed back at me. "Shut up, it's alright for you guys you get to look all kinds of sexy in forbidden clothes while I'm stuck in this crap" I threw the veil at his head and it was Sam's turn to laugh. "I hate you guys" they both laughed as Dean pulled away heading back to the motel.
Once we were back at the motel I shredded the nun's outfit like it was on fire and sunk into everyday street clothes sighing in relief looking up at Dean as he pulled a shirt over his head but I caught the sight of his abs and ogled just a bit before he looked up catching me looking so I quickly avoided his eyes but saw his smirk.
"You know we could always let Sammy go to this kids old neighborhood while we stay here" he said raising his eyebrows seductively.
"As much as I'd love to…really love to" I replied scanning my eyes over his body. "But I don't have to remind you that somethings wrong with Sam and he needs us right now" he sighed nodding his head.
Sam managed to find out the Miller's previous address we got back into the Impala to check it out for ourselves, it was a seemingly normal neighborhood so we got out seeing a man outside in his garden next to their old house so we walked up to him hoping that he'd lived here when the Miller's had.
"Hi, we were wondering if we could ask you some questions about the neighborhood" Sam asked him and the man looked up confused but nodded. "Have you lived in the neighborhood long?"
"Well almost 20 years now, it's nice and quiet, why you looking to buy?" the man asked us.
"No, no actually we were just wondering if you might recall a family that used to live across the street?"
"Yeah the Miller's, they had a little boy named Max" Dean added and I saw the guys look.
"Yeah I remember them, the brother had the place next door" he pointed to the house across the street. "So what's this about, that poor kid okay?" he asked making me turn back to him.
"What do you mean?" I asked him as I turned back.
"In my life I've never seen a child treated like that, I mean I'd hear Mr Miller yelling and throwing things across the street, he was a mean drunk and he used to beat the tar out of Max, bruises, broke his arm two times that I know of"
"And this was going on regularly?" Sam asked him.
"Practically every day, in fact that thug brother of his was just as likely to take a swing at him but the worst part was the stepmother…she'd just stand there, checked out never lifted a finger to protect him, I must've called the police seven or eight times never did any good"
"Now you said stepmother?" Dean asked catching that to.
"I think his real mom died, some sort of accident-" I stopped listening as I looked up seeing Sam wincing as he rubbed at his temples again which immediately made me worry. "Are you okay there?" the guy asked seeing Sam as well.
"Uh yeah" Sam groaned.
"Thanks for your time" Dean quickly said and we each grabbed one of Sam's arms helping him walk away as he also thanked the guy quickly.
"God" Sam groaned as Dean tried to get the door open to the Impala but I watched Sam's eyes practically roll back into his head.
"Dean he's going!" I exclaimed steadying Sam as he almost collapsed and I looked up at the man who was staring at us. "He gets seizures" I quickly excursed as we got Sam into the car, I jumped into the back smoothing out Sam's hair as he rode out this vision while Dean quickly ran around getting into the driver's seat and started driving.
"Max is doing it" Sam finally spoke up coming out of it. "Everything I've been seeing"
"Your sure about this?" Dean asked.
"Yeah I saw him"
"How's he pulling it off?" I asked looking up at him.
"I don't know, it looked like telekinesis"
"So he's psychic, he's a…a spoon bender?" Dean asked.
"I didn't even realize but this whole time he was there, outside the garage when his dad died, he was in the apartment when his uncle died, these visions I wasn't connecting to the Miller's I was connecting to Max" Sam replied making me frown. "The thing I don't get is why, I guess because were so alike?"
"What are you talking about, he's nothing like you" Dean argued defensively.
"Well we both have psychic abilities, were both-"
"Both what?" Dean spat cutting him off making me look up at Dean with a glare since now was not exactly the right time for this. "Sam Max is a monster, he's killed two people and he's gunning for a third"
"Well with what he went through…the beatings to want revenge on those people, I'm sorry man I hate to say it but its not that insane" Sam argued making me frown so torn up between both brothers points.
"Yeah but it doesn't justify murdering your family"
"Dean-"
"He's no different from anything else we've hunted, we gotta end him" I looked up at Dean as he said that because it just didn't seem right, Max was human…messed up but still human.
"We're not going to kill Max" Sam protested.
"Then what?" Dean asked parking off to the side of the road. "Hand him over to the cops and say 'Lock him up officer he kills with the power of his mind'?"
"Forget it, no way Dean" Sam replied.
"Sam-"
"He's a person" Sam cut Dean off. "We can talk to him, hey promise you'll follow my lead on this one" Dean turned to him.
"Alright fine" Dean agreed surprising me. "But I'm not letting him hurt anybody else" he added reaching over into the glove compartment grabbing out his gun before he got out and Sam turned to me.
"You we're oddly quiet through that" I frowned looking up at him.
"Cause I don't know what's right, you both raised valid points" I replied before getting out following after Dean with Sam falling behind us as we went across the road straight up to the door and Dean shouldered his way through it without even bothering to knock.
"Fathers?" Max's stepmother asked taking a step away from the counter surprised to see us.
"What are you doing here?" Max asked us.
"Uh…sorry to interrupt" Dean replied sounding stumped for a lie for once in his life.
"Max could we…uh could we talk to you outside for just one second?" Sam asked taking a step forward.
"About what?"
"It's…it's private, um I wouldn't want to bother your mother with it, we won't be long at all I promise" Sam replied and Max looked at his stepmother.
"Okay" he agreed then started walking towards us so we walked to the door and Dean opened it looking back with a smile but the door suddenly slammed shut and all the shutters closed without anybody touching them and Max took steps back from Dean.
"Your not priests!" Max yelled as Dean reached for his gun intending to pull it on Max but it flew out of his hand and slid to Max's feet who picked it up.
"Max what's happening?!" his stepmom asked him as he figured out how to hold the gun before pointing it at us.
"Shut up"
"What are you doing?" she asked him again before he used his telekinesis to fling her back into the counter which she hit her head on.
"I said shut up!" Max yelled clutching the side of his head.
"Max, calm down!" Sam yelled trying to placate him.
"Who are you?" Max asked us.
"We just wanna talk to you"
"Yeah right that's why you brought this!" Max yelled and I frowned since it was a stupid idea since this kid clearly wasn't stable.
"That was a mistake" I cut in holding my hands out making me look as non-threatening as I could as I took a step towards him. "Alright so was lying about who we were but no more lying okay" I felt Dean reach out and grab my arm stopping me from getting any closer to Max. "Just please, hear us out?"
"About what?" Max asked me.
"I saw you do it" Sam cut in after I looked at him since if anyone knew what to say in order to calm Max down it was going to be him. "I saw you kill your dad and your uncle, before it happened"
"What?" Max asked him in disbelief.
"I'm having visions Max, about you"
"You're crazy" Max replied and Dean tensed even more behind me trying to pull me back but I stood still, I knew having a gun pointed at us was making Dean nervous but it was his damn fault for bringing the damn thing in the first place.
"So you weren't gonna launch a knife at your stepmom, right here?" Sam asked him pointing towards his eye and it looked like it was getting through to Max. "Is it so hard to believe Max, look what you can do, Max I was drawn here alright?" I looked up at Sam. "I think I'm here to help you" he added and Max looked down at his stepmom before back at us.
"No one can help me" Max insisted pointing the gun more forcefully.
"Let me try, we'll just talk…me and you, we'll get Dean, Evie and Alice out of here"
"No, no way" Dean argued so I looked back with a glare but looked up when the chandelier above us started rattling.
"Nobody leaves this house" Max protested as I looked back down at him.
"And nobody has to alright" I replied watching him turn to me.
"They'll…they'll just go upstairs" Sam added.
"Sam I'm not leaving you alone with him" Dean protested.
"Yes you are" Sam replied inclining his head towards Dean but his eyes never left Max.
"Look Max, your in charge here alright, we all know that" I cut back in with my own eyes never straying from Max. "No ones gonna do anything you don't wanna do"
"She's right, I'm talking five minutes here man" Sam added.
"Sam!" Dean protested again but this time I looked back with another glare since there wasn't another option right now.
"Five minutes and the girl stays down here too"
"No way!" Dean protested loudly.
"Go!" Max yelled and everything stopped shaking so I turned to Dean.
"Go, we'll be okay"
"Eve-"
"Go" I replied more forcefully and he frowned but moved towards Alice as Max followed his movements with the gun as he got her up and went upstairs with a look towards me, I nodded a small reassurance that I knew wouldn't help but he left so Sam and I went with Max sitting down watching as a silver letter opener stood on its tip all by itself as Max sat in an arm chair and stared down at it.
"Look I can't begin to understand what you went through-"
"That's right you can't" Max said cutting Sam off never taking his eyes off the letter opener.
"But Max, this has to stop" Sam replied as I nodded my agreement.
"It will…after my stepmom"
"No" I replied anxiously. "You need to let her go"
"Why?" Max asked through clenched teeth making the letter opener spin.
"Did she beat you?" I asked him.
"No but she never tried to save me either, she's a part of it too" Max argued.
"Look what they did to you, what they all did to you growing up they deserve to be punished" Sam replied making me look up at him with confusion since how was that helping by telling him that.
"Growing up?" Max asked finally turning to look at us. "Try last week" he added and the letter opener spinning faster as Max stood up lifting his shirt to show us black bruises and cuts along his sides. "My dad still hit me just in places people wouldn't see, old habits die hard I guess" he lowered his shirt and sat back down.
"I'm sorry" Sam and I both replied before Max looked back at the letter opener.
"When I first found out I could move things it was a gift, my whole life I was helpless but now I had this" Max spoke up before taking a deep breath. "So last week, Dad gets drunk first time in a long time and he beats me to hell, first time in a long time and then I knew what I had to do"
"Why didn't you just leave?" I asked him.
"It wasn't about getting away" he replied as the letter opener stopped spinning and fell against the table with a clang making me jump a little. "Just knowing they'd still be out there, it was about not being afraid, when my Dad used to look at me there was hate in his eyes, do you know what that feels like?"
"No" I replied shaking my head since my father had never once looked at me with anything but love and had never once raised a hand towards me even as a child, he could barely raise his voice at me let alone hit me and Sam replied with the same thing since John was just the same, sure he'd raised his voice at them sometimes but never would he hit either of his sons.
"He blamed me for everything, for his job, for his life, for my mom's death"
"Why would he blame you for you mom's death?" Sam asked him.
"Because she died in my nursery while I was asleep in my crib" he replied leaning forward and my eyes widened in shock. "As if that makes it my fault"
"She died in your nursery?" Sam asked sounding as shocked as I was with this new information.
"Yeah…there was a fire and he'd get so drunk and babble on like she died in some insane way, he said she burned up, pinned to the ceiling" all I could think was 'oh my god' over and over since this was crazy.
"Listen to me Max, what your dad said about what happened to your mom…its real" Sam replied as I sat still in shock to say anything.
"What?" Max asked in disbelief.
"It happened to my mom too, exactly the same…my nursery, my crib, my dad saw her on the ceiling"
"Then your dad must've been as drunk as mine" Max argued refusing to believe.
"No, no it's the same thing Max, the same thing killed our mothers" Sam protested.
"That's not possible" Max replied saying what I hopped to be true but knew it wasn't since everything he'd said was identical.
"This must be why I've been having visions during the day, why there getting more intense" Sam replied looking at me before back up at Max. "Because you and I must be connected in some way, your abilities they started six, seven months ago right, out of the blue?"
"How'd you know that?" Max asked him adding to my creeped out factor.
"Because that's when my abilities started Max, I mean yours seem to be much further along than mine but still this means something, right?" Sam asked frantic with this new information that there was someone exactly like him. "I mean for some reason, you and I…you and I were chosen" I frowned looking up at Sam because I hated the sound of that, especially if his powers did manifest into something stronger.
"For what?" Max asked him.
"I don't know but Dean…my brother, Evie and I were hunting for your moms killer and we could find out answers, answers that can help us both but you gotta let us go Max, you gotta let your stepmother go" Sam replied as I looked back at Max and saw him hesitating before he shook his head.
"No…what they did to me I still have nightmares, I'm still scared all the time like I'm just waiting for the next beating, I'm just tired of being scared, if I do this it'll be over" he added getting up and started walking towards the stairs but Sam and I stood up getting in his way.
"No don't you get it, it won't" I said as we stopped him. "The nightmares won't end Max, not like this"
"She's right, its just more pain and it makes you as bad as them" Sam added and Max looked up at him. "Max you don't have to go through all this by yourself"
"I'm sorry" Max replied and suddenly I felt myself being lifted off my feet and flung backwards into a closet with Sam, the doors closed locking us in and to make matters worse something covered the door.
"No Max!" I yelled hitting the doors before looking behind me not seeing a lot of space. "Oh god, I gotta…we gotta get out of here" I hated small spaces and it felt like it was getting smaller as I started to hyperventilate.
"Evie…Evie calm down" Sam replied but I shook my head.
"No I can't…I can't breathe" I argued holding a hand over my chest as I struggled for breathe also panicking on what was happening upstairs wasn't helping me calm down. "Sam I can't…"
"We're gonna get out of here" he said trying to push our way out but suddenly groaned and I looked up seeing him holding his head meaning he was having another vision.
"Sam?" I asked concerned as I fought to control my breathing imagining myself anywhere but a tiny closet.
"No" he said coming out of it and I looked up waiting for him to tell me what it was fearing the worst already. "No!" he yelled and I heard whatever was blocking the door move with a heavy noise against the ground and looked at Sam in shock before I pushed on the door and it swung open.
"What the…" I trailed off not sure I wanted to know the answer then rushed out feeling the need to get fresh air into my lungs but I didn't take the time to satisfy that desire as Sam and I wasted no time racing up the stairs following Max's voice barging our way into one of the rooms seeing Dean's gun floating in mid air pointed at Dean. "No don't!" I exclaimed in fear.
"Don't please" Sam added equally afraid for Dean and I had an inkling that had been his vision, he'd seen Dean get shot. "Please Max…Max we can help you alright but this what your doing its not the solution, its not going to fix anything" I shook in place watching Max closely hoping he didn't pull that trigger.
"Your right" he suddenly said and I watched the gun move quickly before firing and I shut my eyes hearing that blood splatters and the sound of a body dropping to the ground as Sam yelled out and slowly opened my eyes seeing Max on the ground with a hole in his head before I looked up at Dean and as soon as our eyes met I ran towards him throwing my arms around his neck as his locked around my waist.
It didn't seem like it was long before the house was crawling with cops and they tried to get our statements but I was refusing to let go of Dean even for a second and it seemed he was thinking the same as he kept my hand in his as we listened in on one cop getting Mrs Miller's statement.
"Max attacked me, he threatened me with a gun"
"And these three?" the cop asked pointing back at us.
"They're…family friends" Mrs Miller replied surprising me by lying for us. "I called them as soon as Max arrived, I was scared, they tried to stop him, they fought for the gun"
"Where did Max get the gun?" the cop asked and my hand tensed in Dean's.
"I don't know" Mrs Miller replied tearing up and I felt horrible since she'd lost everyone and never wished that on anyone. "He showed up with it and he…" she trailed off into sobs.
"It's alright Mrs Miller" the cop said closing his notepad opting to cut the questioning off.
"I've lost everyone" Mrs Miller cried and I felt myself tearing up for her.
"Okay we'll give you a call if we have more questions" we nodded at the cop knowing he'd only received the end of the fake numbers we'd given him.
"Thanks officer" Dean replied then turned to us. "Come on" he clapped Sam on the shoulder before we walked out still never letting go of each other's hand.
"If I'd just said something else, gotten through to him somehow" Sam spoke up once we were outside walking down the pavement.
"Oh don't do that" Dean replied shaking his head.
"Do what?"
"Torture yourself, both of you" he added looking down seeing I was matching Sam's solemn expression given it was on me just as much as it was on Sam, we'd both tried to talk him out of it and both failed. "It wouldn't have mattered what you's said, Max was too far gone"
"When I think about how he looked at me man, right before…I should've done something" Sam replied shaking his head.
"Oh come on man, you guys risked your lives" Dean replied frowning down at me and I knew I'd be hearing about that later. "I mean yeah maybe if we gotten there twenty years earlier" Sam sighed loudly as we reached the Impala and he went around to the passengers seat.
"I'll tell you one thing, we're lucky we had Dad" Dean and I both looked up at him.
"I never thought I'd hear you say that" Dean remarked making me roll my eyes.
"Well he could have a whole other way after Mom, a little more tequila, a little less demon hunting then we would've had Max's childhood" I frowned since that also would mean we would never met since John found my Dad through the hunters channel. "All things considered…we turned out okay, thanks to him"
"All things considered" Dean agreed after looking back at the house for a second before opening the car door and getting in finally letting go of my hand to allow me to do the same as I got into the back.
We got back to the motel and started packing up our stuff…the same normal thing after we were done with every hunt but this time it felt…different, I knew this hunt was by far the hardest so far since we'd learnt some things relating a lot closer to home then any of us liked.
"Dean I've been thinking" I heard Sam say making me look up seeing he'd came back in after putting some stuff in the car.
"That's never a good thing" Dean replied walking past him with his jacket towards the bed where his duffel bag was sitting.
"I'm serious" Sam shot back. "I've been thinking, why would this demon or whatever it is why would it kill Mom and Jessica and Max's mother, you know what does it want?" Sam asked voicing questions we just didn't have the answers to.
"No idea" Dean replied as I watched Sam stuff more papers and stuff from the desk in the corner into his laptop bag.
"Well you think maybe it was after us, after Max and me?" Sam asked.
"Why would you think that?" Dean asked him pausing his packing.
"I mean either telekinesis or premonitions we both had abilities you know, maybe it was after us for some reason" Sam had a good point and for some reason it made me think about my own mothers death, she hadn't died in a fire but I did know it was a demon so maybe it was time I finally asked my Dad the one thing he could never tell me.
"Sam if it wanted you it would've just taken you, okay this is not your fault" Dean replied stuffing more clothes into his bag. "It's not about you"
"Then what is it about?" Sam asked him.
"It's about that damn thing that did this to our family, that thing that were gonna find, the thing that were gonna kill and that's all" Dean replied making me look up slightly from my own bag as I was reminded that this was their hunt and never mine, I was just along for the ride but when it came down to it, I wasn't family.
"Actually there's…something else too" I looked up at Sam's reply knowing he was about to tell Dean what happened in the closet.
"Oh geez what?" Dean asked him and I noticed Sam look over at me.
"When Max locked Evie and I in that closet with that big cabinet against the door…" Sam paused and Dean looked between us. "…I moved it" Dean scoffed.
"You got a little more upper body strength than I gave you credit for" Dean replied missing the point of Sam's words.
"No he means he moved it, like Max" I cut in and Dean turned to me before looking back over at Sam.
"Oh…right" Dean said making me frown.
"Yeah" Sam nodded turning away from us but I saw Dean pick up a spoon and held it out towards Sam.
"Bend this" I rolled my eyes.
"I can't turn it on and off, Dean" Sam protested.
"How'd you do it?" Dean asked him and I looked down not sure I wanted to hear the answer since I already had a pretty good idea what had filled Sam with enough force to move the cabinet.
"I don't know, I can't control it I just…I saw you die and it just came out of me, like a…like a punch, you know like a freak adrenaline thing" Sam replied making me frown since my assumption had been correct meaning Dean was so close to death while I was claustrophobic hyperventilating in a closet.
"Well I'm sure it won't happen again" Dean replied throwing the spoon back into the dish crossing over to his bag again putting another jacket inside.
"Yeah maybe" Sam said quietly, almost to himself. "Arent you worried man, that I could turn out into Max or something" Sam asked turning to us again.
"Nope, no way" Dean argued shaking his head. "You know why?"
"No, why?" Sam asked him.
"You've got one advantage Max didn't" Dean replied and I smiled knowing what his next words were gonna be.
"Dad?" Sam asked with a small smile. "Because Dad's not here, Dean"
"No" I replied and Sam turned his head towards me as did Dean with his own smile. "Us" Dean nodded his approval as he pulled his brown leather jacket on.
"She's right, as long as were around, nothing bad is going to happen to you" I smiled seeing Sam's dumbfounded look before zipping up my bad seeing Dean do the same before he lifted the bag over his shoulder and walked towards Sam. "Now then I know what we do about your premonitions, I know where we have to go" I frowned confused.
"Where?" Sam asked him.
"Vegas" Dean replied and I couldn't help the laugh as Sam scoffed heading out the door and Dean turned to me. "What, come on craps-table we'd cleanup" he called after Sam.
"Nice try Dean" I remarked heading out the door as he followed flipping out the light before closing the door and we once again hit the wide open highway.
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