Thanks to every one who has read and reviewed this story it means so much to me. Im going to tone the action down slightly, but not to much, This chapter Max reveals a secret and the Winchesters find out that there not alone as much as they think they are.

Beneath my Skin

Sam sighed wearily and entered the room slowly all to aware that every single pair of eyes were on him. He quenched the urge to turn and room back to the room he had just come from, he really did not want to be doing this, he did not want to be facing his family, or Max for that matter. He remembered every single last thing the demon had done and said, and he wanted nothing more then to crawl under a very large rock and never come back out again. But he could the information the demon had accidentally divulged while he was his host, was far to important to pass up. And could just be the way to kill the demon.

He ran a hand self consciously over the back of his neck and shuffled further into the room, his eyes locking with Max's for a second before he lowered his gaze, unable to keep his eyes on her's. He could see the mistrust and the fact that she was finding it hard to look at him, her eyes kept twitching as she changed from Sam and Dean.

"Son" Sam turned his gaze to his father and once again lowered his gaze. He looked over his good shoulder, looking at the door that was just begging for him to run back to. But that would just be making him a coward, yes he was destined to be evil, and yes he had done some terrible things, but that wasn't him that was the demon. He could do this, he could face his family. He could.

Sam swallowed slightly and ran his hand over his face wincing slightly when he attempted to move his injured arm. He saw Jo lower her eyes in guilt and mentally reminded himself that he would have to talk to her, he could tell she knew what the demon had said was a lie, but he knew she would need reassuring and he could do that, he could tell her that her love hadn't been in vain, that it had been returned like she had thought.

He smiled and sat down next to his father his eyes on his lap, trying to do anything and everything from looking up and into the eyes of his brother.

Sam knew it had been hard on Dean when their father had told him that he might have to kill Sam, but Sam knew that Dean never really took it seriously, that he never thought Sam could become a cold blooded killed that he would have to kill. But he could tell by the way Dean wouldn't quite meet his eyes that he was having second thoughts, and that he was finally seeing what Sam had seen the second the demon had said he had plans for him and children like him. He could become a killer, and Dean would have to kill him.

"Son" John said a little more firmly, all to aware that Sam was having difficulty with what ever he had come out here to say. John allowed his eyes to roam up and down his sons body, and apart from the bullet whole in his shoulder, there was nothing physically wrong with him, he just hoped that in due time, he would be ok. That he would see what everyone else see, a loving caring human being, that wouldn't hurt a fly. Well John hoped he wouldn't, no; John shook his head, while he and Dean were still breathing the demon would not get what he wanted. He wouldn't.

Dean turned to his brother and once again found that Sam was refusing to meet his eyes, and he didn't know whether he should feel hurt or relieved. Ever since the demon had left Sam, he had been having a real difficulty coming to terms with things. All those months ago in the hospital when John had said he might have to kill Sammy, seemed like a nightmare but the last couple of days had brought it al back, and brought him screeching back to earth.

He sighed silently to himself willing for his baby brother to look up and look at him, so he could reassure himself that he was ok, that this would affect him to much. Dean chuckled bitterly to himself, who was he kidding of course this would affect him; he had been possessed, and had nearly killed someone. Of course that would affect Sam, and it would be affecting him more then he would ever admit.

"I erm… I" Sam ran his hand over his head and down the back of his neck, sighing with frustration, this shouldn't be so hard, he should be able to tell them what he knew, even if it wasn't a lot. It was more then they had a couple of months ago, hell it was more then they had a couple of minuets ago.

"You guys want a drink?" Ellen questioned softly her eyes looking over the tired hunters. They all turned to face her and nodded their heads slowly a small smile tugging the corner of Max's mouth.

"Something strong please Ellen" Ellen nodded her head and smiled kindly, she passed Sam and placed her hand onto his shoulder, squeezing slightly, letting him know there wasn't any hard feelings. Sam lifted his gaze and nodded his head; he had needed that, needed to know that they didn't hate him.

"Sammy" Sam hesitated a moment before turning his head his eyes landing on his very concerned brother.

"We need you to talk to us" Sam nodded his head slowly, he knew that, he knew that they needed to know what he knew, but it was so damn hard. He closed his eyes and heard the distinctive sound of glass being placed in front of him. He opened his eyes to see Ellen staring at him, and he smiled. He had often wondered what it felt like to have a mom, and he was happy that Ellen was doing her best to make him feel like her own son. He smiled again and placed his hand round the cold shot glass, his eyes boring into it.

"Max what do you know about your amulet?" Sam questioned quietly his head lifting so he could look over at Max, who was studying him with a mixture of curiosity, and her hand had worked its way up to her amulet, that hung loosely around her neck.

"I" Max started her eyes wondering around the faces at the table that was now staring at her. She allowed her hand to drop to her lap and sighed. It had been a while since she had spoken about her amulet, it had always been there, since before she could remember, she never thought about it, it just was.

"After my mom died, dad went on this hunt, he said he came back with it, when I was old enough he told me to never take it of. When I was about 16 he told me that it would protect me from everything supernatural…why?" She questioned, sure the thing had saved her life on more the one occasion, were if she hadn't been wearing it she would have more then likely end up dead, but she relay had no idea what Sam was getting at.

Every pair of eyes once again turned back to Sam, he had started this, and they all wanted to know where he was going to take it. They all wanted to know what he knew.

Sam sighed, he had thought she would have known more about it that she did, he sighed, he had really been banking on her knowing more, that way he could figure out what was so important about it.

"I don't really know a lot, but the demon, he's afraid of it" Sam stated his eyes looking down at the small silver amulet hanging from around her neck. It was a cross between a devils trap and a pentagram, he sighed trying to rack his brains on where he had seen it before, or the importance of it.

"Anything else son anything at all" John questioned, as much as he disliked the idea that Sam had been possessed at the moment he was the only one who knew the demons plans. They needed him to tell them as much as possible, even if it seemed insignificant.

"He's got an army…bigger then we thought….he's been doing this for a while he's gotten nearly a hundred people, with various abilities"

John gasped slightly she had known the demon was recruiting people, had known for a long time what his plans were but she had never thought he would have gotten that many people. They were totally screwed; there was no way they could go against that many people.

John sighed and ran his hand over his head his eyes taking in his two sons, Sam was looking tired beyond his years and he was eyeing each of them wearily, begging them with his eyes to make everything ok again. And Dean he looked paler then normal he mouth hanging open slightly as he started from his brother to his father before his eyes would wonder slowly over to Max before starting the whole process again.

"I have a confession to make" Max stated her eyes locking onto Sam; she smiled nervously and bit the inside of her mouth. She could feel Dean's eyes on her, trying to bore into her soul. She turned her head slightly her eyes getting caught in the brown pair of Deans. (Now im really not sure what they are some look green some look brown)

She broke the hold only to find her self being watched by John, he was giving her one of those assertive looks, the one that said, you will speak and speak now. She sighed her father used to give her those looks.

"It will be better to show you"

Five hours later – Unknown location

Dean steeped out of his Impala and waited for Max to do the same; he turned to face her and smiled wondering what the hell she had been hiding all these weeks. He turned to see his father and Sam along with JO getting out of his truck before coming to stand at the side of them.

"You mind telling us what's going on" John was more then annoyed he had driven none stop for five hours, he had no idea where he was or what was going on, and he hated being kept out of the loop. He chuckled slightly finding it funny that he was feeling what Sam must have felt al those times he kept them in a need to no.

Max tuned her head to face him before shaking her head; she pulled her brown locks into a bun and simply turned towards the woods.

"Like I said its better to show then tell, just follow me exactly, keep an eye there's traps every were"

John raised his brow not likening the idea of walking into a wood with out knowing where he was going, he didn't like feeling like he wasn't in control he sighed and reluctantly nodded his head.

The trek was long and more the one occasion Dean had to jump to the side narrowly avoiding a bear trap, one time he had nearly steeped on a mine. He turned his head to his father, asking him If this was a good idea or not. John just shrugged his shoulders and motioned that they should keep going.

Dean nodded his head and turned ready to start walking again, hoping that this walk was going to be over soon. He turned only to find himself face to face with Max's knife. His eyes widened and Max motioned down with her eyes, he followed them and gulped. He had just been about to step and a trip wire, and he really didn't want to know what would have happened if he did.

He stepped carefully over the wire and decided that it would be in his best interests to follow Max directly.

"Eyes open" She shouted. Dean came up her side and sighed with uneasy.

"So who set up all the traps" Max turned her head to Dean and sighed.

"I did, it was my dads idea though" Dean nodded his head impressed that she could have organised something like this.

"How long?" Max turned to face him and smiled.

"Were here" She said pointing her head in the distance. Dean followed her gaze to find himself looking at a cottage; he raised his brow and felt his father come up at the side of him. He turned to look at him his eyes wondering down the line that was now lining up and looking down at the cottage.

"What is this place?" Sam questioned coming up at Max's side. She turned to face him and smiled.

"Let's take a look" Everyone turned to face each other before following Max down the embankment.

Dean came up behind Max and found himself wanted to ask her what the hell was going on. He had been kept in the dark since he had gotten in the car, being told where to drive and he was beyond tired. When Max came to a stop he almost walked into her back. He stopped and came to her side his eyes talking in the sight before him, and his eyes widened in shock.

"What the hell" He breathed out Max turned to face him and placed her hand onto his shoulder.

"This guy's is our army" She said before turning to look out, her arm still touching his.

Dean raised his brow and turned to look out in front of him, he shook his head in amusement wondering why the hell no one else had ever thought of this.

In front of him were nearly twenty people each of them doing various work routines, some of them working with weapons, others training the others in martial arts, routines Dean had only ever heard about. He smiled and looked down at Max, feeling his father coming up at the side of him.

"Max" John questioned his eyes sparkling as he looked at her.

"Lets just say there's more then you the demon has gone after, and these are the hunters that are banding together to stand against them."

John nodded his head and turned his head to look at them

"Come on lets introduce you"