For once in his life, Dean Winchester had no words. Not only did he see all the pain and heartache in Max, but he saw himself in the hunters. He used to kill indiscriminately. If they weren't human, they died. He'd come a long way since those days, but her memory, it brought back some things he'd rather forget.

In their silence, Max pulled out her ponytail holder, shaking her hair loose. The golden waves cascaded down her back and shoulders with the telltale ponytail crease. She ran her hands through her hair trying to smooth it a little. The movement distracted Dean from his thoughts and left him wondering if her hair felt as soft as it looked. Wondering what it would look like…

Nope, not going there, he scolded himself. But damn!

Max reached for the bottle of whiskey and her empty glass. After pouring some she offered the bottle to him. "Need a fill-up?"

"Sure," he grabbed the bottle and poured himself a healthy cup.

After they both took a couple sips, Max continued her story. She told Dean about the coven, how they made her feel like she belonged, like she had family. Max talked about how they went across the world, killing hunters and anyone who helped the hunters.

"It wasn't until we came across a hunter who couldn't have been more than 20 and his pregnant girlfriend that I finally realized I had become the very thing I hated," she told him. "He was brave, not caring about his life but pleading for his girlfriend and their child. And I knew what I would have done to save Jin Ae. The coven wouldn't let her go, so I set up an illusion that made it look like I killed her."

Max paused to take a sip of whiskey. She didn't want to remember the rest, but knew she had to go on. "The head of the coven, Raven, had become suspicious of me because I had started to pull away from the rest of the group. I don't know why she decided to go back this time, but she did and found the girl still alive."

Again Max paused, finishing the drink. "On my part, I had forgotten the illusion charm I had used to make sure I fooled them, so I returned to get it. When I got there Raven had slit the girl's throat and was gutting her, pulling out the--" Max's eyes started to burn with fury.

Dean again touched her knee. "You don't have to go on. I got the picture."

Max looked at him with grateful eyes and swallowed hard. "I destroyed her right there. The surprise in her eyes made me giddy. I guess she didn't think I had it in me."

"What about the rest of the coven?" Dean was curious.

"I killed them too," Max told him. "I would have killed myself as well, but, been there. Nothing works."

Dean's brow furrowed. "You tried to kill yourself?"

Max sadly nodded. "After Jin Ae was murdered. She was the last straw. I had promised Yoon I would take care of her, keep her safe. But she died because of me."

"And Yoon is?"

"Jin Ae's birth mother. I was helping deliver Jin Ae because it was a complicated birth. Yoon knew she wasn't going to make it and made me promise to take Jin Ae as my own," Max said as if Dean should know. Then it hit her, "You just saw Jin Ae's death, didn't you?"

Dean nodded. Then asked, "And what do you mean 'nothing worked'?"

Max wished she hadn't said anything about it now, but she had told him so much and he actually listened. And she kind of wanted to tell him—someone. "I tried everything I could think of, every way I could imagine to kill myself, but..," she swept her hands from her head to her feet. "So I found a spell and put myself to sleep somewhere where no one would find me. I knew I couldn't do that again; it obviously didn't work. So I stayed at a convent for a year, took a vow of silence."

"Wait," Dean stopped her. "So you're a nun??"

Max smiled. "That would be a big 'no'. The convent ran a house for troubled women so they let me stay. I thought about it, but…it's not for me."

"Thank God," Dean accidentally said aloud.

Her smile grew wider.

Dean cleared his throat, a little uncomfortable. "I just mean…It would be awkward…."

It was her turn to pat his knee. "You don't have to explain. I like you too." The words slipped out before she realized what she was saying.

The both decided to ignore it, especially after the night they had just had.

Max turned her head and noticed the first rays of the sun peeking through her curtains. She stood and stretched her hands above her head. Dean did his best not to watch or notice the rise of her shirt hem as she bent back a little.

Dean stood up as well, feeling a bit stiff upon seeing her stretch. "Guess I should get going."

Max walked across the room to the kitchen. "So, we're good?"

"We're good," he told her. After all she shared, he knew she wasn't a danger to him or any other hunter. Plus, he kind of liked her.

She didn't really want him to go. "Don't want to stay for breakfast? A cup of coffee?"

Dean was tempted, but he was also tired as hell. He shook his head 'no'. "Gotta get home and get some rest," he told her, his yawn punctuating the sentiment. "Never know what the day may bring."

"Or trip to the liquor store," she jokingly added as she started a pot of coffee.

Dean walked to the door with her a couple steps behind. "Sorry about the…" he motioned at all the wards and sigils on her walls and floor.

"Understandable," she replied and moved to open the door for him.

As he started to walk through he turned back towards her. Simultaneously they said to each other, "If you ever need anything…" Then both laughed.

Max quickly hugged Dean and gave him a peck on the cheek, not knowing if she'd ever seen him again. "Stay safe," she told him, although she knew he wouldn't listen.

Dean nodded. "You too," he replied and slipped down the hall.

Max closed the door behind him. Her lips burning a little from the stubble on his cheek. She let out a sigh as she looked around her apartment. Then she snapped her fingers and all of Dean's handiwork disappeared while the bed returned to its original position. He hadn't totally figured her out, or if he did, he didn't let on.

Max was satisfied with herself as she slowly sipped her coffee. She had told him a little more than she intended, but, then again, she never expected she'd have accessed his entire memory. That was a new one on her.

She finished her coffee and realized she too was extremely tired. She changed in to some shorts and an oversized t-shirt before she headed to the bed. When she got to bed, she looked over at the couch and decided she would sleep there.

She got her pillow and a blanket, laying her head on the end of the couch where he had been sitting. There was still a faint trace of him and she inhaled it deeply. Max drifted off to sleep hoping she'd get to see him again.

Dean slipped down the hall, her small kiss lighting his cheek on fire. She was beautiful, dangerous, an unknown—all the things that he enjoyed the most. But he had no time for relationships. No future to promise anyone. The only thing he had to give was heartache and pain.

Should've just said no, he thought to himself, even as somewhere deep inside, her smile was planted in a long forgotten part of his heart, trying to take root.