Thanks to every one that has reviewed this story it really does mean so much to me. Thanks so much to KittyPride over at supernatural. TV for sticking by me through thick and thin, this chapter is dedicated to her, after all I have be torturing her for the past couple of days with what I was planning with this chapter, so here it is hope you enjoy.

Beneath my Skin

Sam sat quietly in the corner his hand in his hands as he looked over at the wall, his body un moving the only sign that he was alive was the steady rise and fall of his chest. He closed his eyes momentarily only to snap them open again when he saw his brother fall to the floor a bullet hole through his head, thanks to Max (Nightmare), he sighed to himself, a tired and pained sigh. He knew nothing was going to be ok again, he had seen the look in Max's eyes as she had looked up at Dean, who eyes showing fear and pain, and darkness, he would never be able to look at her with out remembering the demons words, how easy the demon had taken one of their own, and none of them had even suspected it.

Sam felt eyes on him and he turned his head slowly in the direction of his father and brother who were both sat staring at him, no doubt wondering how easy and quick it would be to kill him, wondering how many possible ways they could kill him without hurting him. Sam furrowed his brow and turned his head away from the concerned filled gaze of his brother and father, he could not look at them, he could not bare to see the look of disgust in there eyes, could not bare to see the what if looks, the is he really going to turn evil.

Max made her way out of the back room, her hair in a lose bun water droplets still dripping down her face, but no amount of showers were erasing the demons touch, the demons evil, or the violation she had felt being stuck in her own body and not being able to do anything about it.

She sighed her eye momentarily wondering over to Sam who was sat huddled in the corner, shadow had all but blocked him out of view, and Max had a feeling that's what he wanted, to blend into the background and let everyone forget that he was meant to turn evil, that he was meant to turn on his family. She shook her head trying to forget the things the demon had forced her to see, she had watched over and over again as Sam killed his brother, killed his father, before turning on her, with a sick and evil smile on his face, and draw the knife across her throat and stood back watching with a ecstatic gleam in his eyes, as she spluttered and gurgled on her own blood.

Dean turned his head his eyes catching Max as she made her way slowly over to the table, he watched as she stopped slightly her eyes wondering over to Sam, and watched as her face paled, her head shaking to the side, water droplets falling down the side of her face. His eyes roamed of there free accord up and down her body, and he felt that she truly looked beautiful wearing nothing more then gray sweat bottoms and a pale white shirt, her hair pulled away fro her face, showing of her strong features. He mentally scolded himself, he had let his guard down once and look were it had got them, he had failed to see that she was being possessed, and it had nearly gotten someone killed.

"How is he doing?" Max questioned seating herself opposite both Dean and John, her blue eyes wondering from John and then rested over Dean her eyes roaming up and down his body, before settling on his face, her eyes locking with his, with a this is me take it or leave it look, and Dean felt himself tear his gaze away from her's missing the pained expression on her face.

"Not so well" John spoke his voice coming out soft and tired, he ran a hand over his face all to aware of the situation going on between his eldest son and the women who was obviously in great need of comfort right now, he had been the same after he had been possessed, but with Dean lying dying in a hospital bed it had been impossible to dwell on the fact that he had allowed himself to be possessed, that he had nearly killed his son.

"You have taken precautions to make sure you won't be possessed again?" John questioned Max his eyes wondering over to her in a knowing look.

Max turned her attention back onto John and nodded her head slowing her hand coming up to finger the necklace around her neck.

"As long as I don't lose this then im safe, the demons gone and while im in connect with it, the demon has no chance in hell of getting back in me" She said her voice laden with venom and anger at herself for putting herself in the poison she had found herself in.

John nodded his head and turned his attention over to his son, who was trying to keep his gaze away from Max, but was having no look, his eyes would wondering over to him, before he realized what he was doing and would tear them away, John silently chuckled to himself, and clapped his son on the back.

"I think me and Ellen need to talk" He hurridly said before pushing himself away from the table, and headed over to the bar. Dean followed his fathers movements and watched as he lead her to the back room, he sighed to himself before turning his head slowly to Max, he guessed they were going to have to talk sooner or later, it mise as well me sooner.

"I tried you know, I fought him like hell" Max spoke softly her eyes locked on Deans face as if she stared long enough that he would see the real her, and not the demon, not the cold eyes that she knew he still saw when he looked at her, because she still saw it, whenever she looked at herself in the mirror she still saw the cold black pits staring back at her.

"Max" Dean equally spoke softly; he could see how fragile she was, and wondered if anything about her that he had thought was true was actually true, or was just some trick by the demon, trying to weaken him.

"When we were talking, I tried so hard to tell you what was happening tried so hard to let someone know what was happening that I wasn't what every one thought I was, but his hold was so strong, the closer I got to breaking out the further he would push me down"

Deans hand came out his hand finding hers and he found himself shocked at how cold they were, he closed his hand over them, trying to stop the shaking he could feel, the sadness in her eyes cut him to the core and he had to blink a couple of times trying to get him emotions in to check.

"At times the things he would show me, I just wanted him to kill me, and when he had Ash by the throat he let me out just enough to let me see you were holding a gun to me, and I begged you to end it, because I couldn't go on like that any more"

Dean tightened his grip on her hand his thumb working slowly over her hand trying to calm her down, He swallowed trying to work past the lump in his throat at the thought of possibly killing her, he shook his head and brought his eyes to look at her, no he couldn't kill her, he knew that.

"How long" Dean questioned, he had to know, he had to know what hell she had been put through, because when he found he demon he wasn't going to just kick his ass for his mom and brother, but for the hell he put her through. Max looked up at him and smiled weakly some of the women he had seen, coming back to the surface.

"2 months" Dean nodded his head solemnly and shifted from his seat coming to sit by her, his hand never leaving hers, he brought his arms out and pulled her to his body, his hand going to cradle the back of her head, the other one winding around her waist, and in a very un Dean like moment he showed some emotion for the women in front of him, of course he would deny it later, but then and there he held her close to his chest, as he whispered words of comfort softly into her ear, knowing that she needed to hear it, that she needed to know everything was going to be ok.

"Everything is going to be ok that thing isn't getting near any of us ever again I promise"