In the impala…

"Max is doing it." Sam rubbed his head from the aftereffects of the vision, "Everything I've been seeing."

"You sure about this?"

"Yeah, I saw him."

Angel ran a hand over her face, "Well how's he pulling it off?"

"I don't know, like telekinesis?"

"What, so he's psychic?" Dean asked, "A spoon bender?"

Angel looked to Sam pointedly, "That's probably the connection we were looking for between the two of you."

Sam scoffed, "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." He frowned as he stared out the window, "I guess… because we're so alike?"

"What are you talking about?" Dean bristled, "The dude's nothing like you."

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

"Both what?" Dean quipped, "Sam, Max is a monster. He's already killed two people, now 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 it's not that insane."

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

"Dean…" Angel looked over, "That kind of abuse can drive anyone to do crazy things. He's not thinking right."

Dean pulled over at Max's house not changing his stance, "He's no different from anything else we've hunted, alright? We gotta end him."

Sam looked at him crazily, "We're not going to kill Max."

"He's just a kid Dean!"

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

"No way." Sam disagreed, "Forget it."

Dean turned off the engine, "Sam…"

"Dean!" Angel scoffed, "For Christ sakes he's an abused kid. This decision is so not up for debate."

"We can talk to him." Sam offered as Dean didn't look convinced, "Hey, promise me you'll follow my lead on this one."

Dean paused for a few minutes, "Alright fine. But I'm not letting him hurt anybody else."

He removed his Taurus pistol from the glove compartment, glaring at Sam before opening the door.

Inside the house, Ms. Miller was by the kitchen counter, just like in Sam's vision, "You know I never did anything."

"That's right. You didn't do anything. You didn't stop them, not once!"

When Sam, Angel and Dean burst through the front door, Ms. Miller jumped around to face them in confusion, "Sister? Fathers?"

Max scowled at the three of them, "What are you doing here?"

"Um…" Dean looked between them, "Sorry to interrupt."

Angel turned to Ms. Miller, "We just need some of your son's time. Quick minute."

"Max…" Sam turned his puppy dog eyes over to him, "Can we, uh, can we talk to you outside?"

Max stared at him suspiciously, "About what?"

"It's… it's private." Sam pressed, "I wouldn't want to bother your mother with it." He turned to Ms. Miller, "We won't be long at all though, I promise."

Max looked at his stepmother and back, "Okay…"

"Great."

They turned for the door and Max followed but just as Dean grasped the doorknob Max saw the butt of the pistol in Dean's waistband in the hall mirror. Suddenly the knob is pulled from Dean's hand and the door slammed shut, as does the wooden window blinds all around the room.

"You're not priests!" Max backed up, "And you aren't a nun!"

Dean drew his gun but Max used his power to pull it away, sliding it across the floor to where he can pick it up. He held it on them as his stepmother screamed.

"Max, what's happening?!"

"Shut up!"

"What are you doing?!"

Using his power, Max flung her backwards. She hit her head on the kitchen bench and fell to the ground unconscious

"I said shut up!"

Sam shuffled forward with his hands out, "Max, calm down."

"Who are you?"

"We just wanna talk."

"Yeah right." He scoffed and indicated the gun, "That's why you bought this!"

"That was a mistake, alright? So was lying about who we were. But no more lying Max, okay? Just please, just hear me out."

"About what?"

"I saw you do it." Sam explained, "I saw you kill your Dad and your Uncle before it happened."

"What?"

"I'm having visions Max. About you."

Max scoffed again, "You're crazy!"

"So what, you weren't gonna launch a knife at your stepmom?" Sam tapped his eye, shocking Max, "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."

Max cried as he shook his head, "No one can help me."

"Let me try. We'll just talk, me and you." He motioned between his siblings and Ms. Miller, "We'll get Dean, Angel and Alice out of here."

"Uh-uh." Dean shook his head, "No way."

"Sam…" Angel's eyes went from the jumpy boy to Sam, "We're not leaving you alone with him."

The three of them all look up as the chandelier begins to shake.

Max yelled angrily, "Nobody leaves this house!"

"And nobody has to, all right?" Sam calmed as he outstretched his hands again, "They'll just… they'll just go upstairs."

"Sam." Dean's eyes snapped back to his brothers, "We're not leaving you alone."

Sam looked over calmly, "Yes, you are." He turned back to Max, "Look, Max. You're in charge here, alright? 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!" Angel scoffed, "Not happening!"

Max glanced back at his stepmother, "Five minutes?" As he made his decision the chandelier stopped shaking, "Go."

At Sam's glare, Dean and Angel quickly move to pick up Ms. Miller and take her upstairs.

In the lounge…

Sam and Max sat on the couch as Max stared at a letter opener, It raised on its point and began twirling slowly as he concentrated.

Sam watched him as he spoke, "Look… I can't begin to understand what you went through."

"That's right. You can't."

"Max, this has to stop."

"It will, after my stepmother."

"No." Sam argued, "You need to let her go."

"Why?"

"Did she beat you?"

"No, but she never tried to save me." His eyes hardened, "She's a part of it too."

"What they did to you, what they all did to you growing up… They deserve to be punished-"

"Growing up? Try last week." Max cut him off as he stood and lifted his shirt to show the mass of bruises that marred his chest, "My dad still hit me. Just in places people wouldn't see it. Old habits die hard I guess."

Sam's eyes saddened, "I'm sorry."

"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's eyes snapped to Sams, "So last week Dad got drunk. The first time in a long time. And he beats me to hell, the first time in a long time. And then I knew what I had to do."

"Why didn't you just leave?"

"It wasn't about getting away. Just knowing they would 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?"

Sam shook his head, "No."

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

Sam eyed him, "Why would he blame you for your Mom's death?"

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

Shock rocked Sam, "She died in your nursery?"

"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!"