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Beneath my Skin
Max looked at the man in front of her, his shaggy brown hair skimming the top of his eyes. Eyes that were pitch black, she took a breath, telling herself that this wasn't Sam; this was the demon that took her brother. She watched as he smirked, his eyes wondering up and down her body in an suggestive manner, she shifted her weight slightly, uncomfortable with the way she was eying her like she was a slab of meat.
Her eyes wondered over the group of people that were tied to posts, her eyes falling into Jo who was close to tears, and trying to do everything in her power not to cry, and Max had to stop her self from emptying a clip into Sam, for even mentioning her brother. Her finger wondered down to the safety and she took it of.
"You think I wont shoot then you don't know be very well, back the hell away now" Max commanded her eyes wondering down to the knife that was still to close to Jo then she would like. She readjusted her grip on the gun and Sam smirked.
Her eyes wondered over to Dean who was begging her with his eyes not to shoot his brother. She made a slight pained expression and closed her eyes slightly, trying to ignore the fact that the demon was possessing Sam, because she knew if she let her feelings and emotions for the youngest Winchester, someone she classed as a brother, then she was going to let the demon go. Something she had sworn she would never do.
She turned her gun slightly keeping it trained onto the middle of Sam's chest, she watched as he came to stand in front of her, and she took a slight step back, knowing that if she let him have the advantage he was going to win. She knew what the demon was capable of more then any of them did. Had seen what he was willing to do to get what he wanted.
"Well well well, it's good to see you again Max"
Max flinch at the sadistic way he said it, her face hardening when she remembered that this was the guy that was responsible for the death of her brother. But she knew, she knew she had to get to Sam, she had to get threw to him, had to make him see what he was doing. She knew from experience that he could hear and see everything that was going on, and if only she could get to him, then this could end before it even started. But she knew it was pointless, knew that Sam thought this was his only option, and she knew he had resounded himself to his fate. Which meant she had no choice but go with whatever he had in mind, and hoped they lived to see another day, but that wasn't going to stop her from at least trying to save Sam, with out any blood loss.
"Drop the gun Sam I don't want to shoot you but make no mistake I will do it" Max hardened her voice and hardened her face even more. She could see the shocked look on Dean's face, and turned her head so she couldn't see him. She couldn't let him cloud her judgment. She was a hunter, she was a Dawson, and Dawson's didn't show emotions, and they were better hunters because of it, she wasn't about to let go of everything she had been taught when it mattered the most.
Dean struggled against the bounds that was held his arms behind his back and against the wooden post, he had to give it to Sam he knew how to keep them down and out. He looked over at his father while he desperately tried to reach his knife, and could see the strain on his face, which meant he to was trying to work the bonds.
He sighed in annoyance and banged his head against the post his eyes once again going to his little brother, who was watching Max with a smirk that belonged on any one else's face but his. His eyes wondered onto Max and his heart lurched into his throat. He could see in her eyes that she meant what she had said, she would shoot Sam, the question was, would it be a kill shot, or was she just going to go for a wound shot. Either way he was getting himself free before it came to that, there was no way in hell he was letting her shoot him.
He knew the demon was telling the truth, anyone with the right situation could become a killer, and he knew Max had already killed and was prepared to do it again if it meant getting a step closer to the demon. He grunted in annoyance and pain, as the rope cut into his skin.
"Sam please" Max begged with both her voice and eyes, and she had the sudden urge of De-Ja-Vu. She had been here once with her own brother, and then it had failed to, just like she knew it was going to fail now. The only way Sam was going to fight was when one of his family was in danger, and hopefully when she was, well that was her plan any way.
"You do know, that your powers wont work against me right" she stated knowing that she was pushing the demons buttons. The only way she was going to help Sam was by putting someone's life in danger and at the moment she was the only one available.
The demon screwed his eyes in frustration, annoyed at the fact that Max had pointed out that he was virtually powerless while she was wearing the amulet. Which meant the only way he was going to be able to kill her was the old fashioned way. He looked down at the gun in his hands, and raised his eyes smirking in the process.
"You know I could make this quick, one bullet right between the eyes, after all that was where you shot your brother right? But you deserve special treatment, Im going to enjoy beating you to a pulp, before slitting your throat and leaving you to choke on your own blood. Then when im done with you, im going to kill them"
Max squeezed her gun harder trying to control her anger at the way the demon just threw the fact she killed her brother, causally into the conversation. She lowered the gun, this was going to be one fight she was going to enjoy. But the only problem was, she was going to be the under dog. Sam was double her height, stronger and faster. In any normal situation, she might have been able to take him. The demon may not have been able to use his powers against her, but it didn't mean he still had the strength and speed of a demon.
She allowed her gun to clatter to the floor and smiled when she saw the demon do the same thing.
"This should be fun" The demon smirked stepping a step closer. Max nodded her head and lowered her body into a fighting stance.
"Im going to enjoy this" The demon hissed before following her actions.
"Not as much as I am"
John struggled against his bonds, his wrists were already bleeding and throbbing in pain, but he was hardly paying attention. He had never had the pleasure of meeting Max's father but he had hear rumors of him, how he was a nasty SOB, and that he had past that streak onto Max. And she had already killed her brother, and John knew she was all to capable of killing his son. He had to get free; he had to stop it before it got out of hand, before Max could get to any weapon that could kill him. It hadn't occurred to him that was the reason she had dropped her gun. That she didn't want anything in her reach that could give her the opportunity to kill him that she was just biding time till one of them got lose.
Dean had stopped struggling he could see the primal look in Max's eyes and his heart beat increased even more, and he had the distinct fear that he was going to have a heart attack. He watched in half horror and half fear as Max and Sam circled each other. Watched as Max swung out her fist only to have Sam grab hold of it and twist her arm behind her back, causing her to moan out in pain before pulling her body to his chest.
Dean knew that if the demon hadn't been possessing him, Sam would have a very saw face. The move had been so quick that Dean hardly saw her move, but when he had the demon had already grabbed hold of her, and by the look of shock on her face, Max hadn't thought he would move that quick.
"Tisk Tisk, I really thought you were better then this Max, all the things the hunters say about you, im disappointed"
Max bit the inside of her cheek stopping herself from crying out in pain, as Sam applied more pressure to her arm, and she knew if he continued to do it then it was going to snap in her socket.
She almost sighed in relief when she felt him release her arm slightly, but not enough for her to get out of his grip. O no this guy knew what he was doing and he had her firmly were he wanted her. She felt his hand work its way down her back before moving round to her front, resting onto her hip before moving slightly lower his hand hooking itself into the hoops of her jeans.
She closed her eyes and struggled against his hold jerking her shoulder at the same time. She cried out slightly and she felt a hardness at the base of her back, and she groaned beginning to wish that she had just shot him instead of trying to out fight him.
"You feel that, maybe I should keep you alive, I mean a body like that shouldn't go to waste, I could be more to you Max"
Max closed her eyes, and she willed the tears that had worked their way to the surface down. She took a couple of relaxing breaths, trying to think of anything other then the demons words and the feeling on her back. She imagined Deans smiling face and her eyes snapped open when she felt Sams hand working further down her leg, and she could swear she heard Dean curse loudly.
"Go to hell" She ground out; in her voice she used when she was seriously pissed and when she meant business.
"You'd be to much hassle any way"
Dean pulled at his bounds harder the rope digging into his skin and he could feel the warmth of blood on his arm. But none of that mattered; all that mattered was stooping what he was watching in front of him, stopping the look of helplessness on Max's face. The rope gave way slightly and he almost sighed in relief, but he could see his brother switching his body and knew that he was preparing to make a move, he struggled harder.
Jo had some how managed to work the knife from her sleeve, Max had taught her a long time ago to always be prepared, and she had started to wear a knife up her sleeve. She worked it down her hand and over the rope praying that she didn't drop it, or make any indication of what she was doing, because if she did she knew Max would be dead
"You'd be to much hassle any way"
Max's eyes widened and she cried out in pain as she felt her shoulder being torn from its socket, her eyes blurred slightly and she felt her body being lifted from the floor and flung into the opposite wall. Her head and body falling into a heap, she could already feel the blood seeping from the wound from her head. She shook her head, groaning in pain, she took in a sharp pain, and quickly put her shoulder back into place, before sitting up weakly her eyes wondering over to Sam, before she used the wall to help her stand
Her eyes wondered over to Dean and she could see the sweat mattered on his forehead and could see the feverish movements as he desperately tried to get the rope untied. She smiled weakly, the pain in her shoulder was down to a dull thud but the pain in her head was causing her vision to blur. She knew that she couldn't last long, not in the state she was in, she could probably last another ten minuets at best.
Sam walked over to her a smirk plastered across his face he looked down at her and brought his arm up. Max lifted her good arm trying to protect her body, but Sam merely laughed and grabbed hold of it pinning it down to her side. Before his other hand came up to her throat his hand clamping down in a vice like grip before lifting her up of the floor.
Jo sighed in relief as the rope gave way, and she quickly began to work on the other one, Max was quickly beginning to turn blue and she knew she had to do something quick. Her eyes wondered over to Dean and she could see that he had already gotten himself free and was quickly standing up and scrambling over to the gun that Max had discarded on the floor.
Dean took in the situation and he furrowed his brow, he could go over and try and help, try to pry Sam of her, but he knew he would have difficulty, and Max was already starting to close her eyes. His eyes wondered over to his father, who could tell that he was having a hard time to deicide.
John nodded his head telling him to shoot, his finger wondered down to the trigger, and he closed his eyes.
The sound of a gun shot echoed threw the room and Sam gasped in pain before dropping Max's lifeless body to the floor. Dean snapped his eyes open his head spinning around looking for the source of the shot.
His eyes landed onto the one person her least expected.
Jo