Thank you from the bottom of my heart for every single last person who has taken the time to read my story. A huge thanks to Zeus fluff, who had reviewed every single last chapter.

Just a quick note, I have a new story up and if you liked this story and have enjoyed my other ones you should give it a go. It's called Devil Tears.

Ive been promising a Max Dean chapter for a while now and here it is. There is only Max Dean in this chapter, but everyone will be back in the next chapter

Beneath my Skin

Dean rested himself against the back door his eyes looking out at the various hunters who were doing various martial arts. He stood amazed he had never known there were so many hunters who had been affected by the demon. Max had told them all that every single last hunter there had been touched by the demon in some way or another, and that some of them was like Sam, gifted people who were learning to harness their abilities.

Dean smiled at the thought, it was about time Sam learned to control his abilities, although Max had informed them that he may never be able to control his visions, but he could harness his abilities enough to stop them hurting him.

Dean sighed and followed his arms across his chest he was going to start his training again, with the hunt for their dad and then him dying and his stay in hospital, he really hadn't been training as much as he used to, and he knew that he was going to have to be in top form when the fight came.

Max's voice filtered to his ears and he furrowed his brow in confusion he hadn't even realized she was up. He pushed himself away from the door and headed in the direction of her voice.

He found her about five minuets away from the house; she was stood in a little clearing, another male sat in front of her. Dean fought down the jealousy at the sight of her being in close and intimate proximity to another man.

The man leant forward and Dean creased his brow and leant himself against a tree his eyes locked on the man that at the moment was a threat to what he classed as his. Whoa where the hell did that come from? He thought, since when had he started thinking of Max as his, as far as he knew, well he didn't know that was the problem, they really didn't know a lot about her, apart from the fact she had to kill her brother, and was building her arm army. The demon wanted her dead and for some reason her was thinking about her way to much.

"Dean hey" Dean nodded his head and smiled, thinking of all the ways he could beat the hell out of the man in front of him. The man smiled in his direction and Dean moved closer towards them, his eyes firmly on the mystery man, trying to tell him that she was his.

"Dean this is Tristan, he's going to be the one helping Sam with his abilities" So he wasn't a boyfriend then, he thought to himself, smiling in Tristan's direction he took the offered hand, and squeezed slightly harder then he should have.

"Its nice to meet you, Max has told me a lot about you guys, and hopefully with some training Sam will in perfect control of his abilities" Tristan said still smiling. Dean raised his brow, there was no way someone could be so happy all the time.

"Hopefully?" Dean questioned not liking the idea that his brother may never be in control of his abilities. Tristan nodded his head slowly and turned to Max who also nodded.

"Yes, with each person the training is different, some people can never control them, I should get going, im do a lessen with Marshal" Max nodded her head and watched as he left before turning to face Dean.

"Dean Sam is strong he had already proved that, and with the right training he's going to be fine" Dean nodded his head and walked along side Max as she headed back over to the clearing her and Tristan had been seated.

Dean stepped into the clearing and calm washed over him, he raised his brow in confusion, it was like all the worries had just washed away. They were still there but he just could help care about them.

"Amazing isn't it" Dean nodded his head slowly and watched as Max sunk to the floor her body stretching out her hands going under her head.

"It's a sanctuary, some voodoo and hoodoo stuff I really don't know what does it and I don't care. I come here to clear my head, find answers when I can't find one any were else"

Dean smiled and sunk to the floor at the side of her his body turning to face her. He sighed slightly and ran a hand over the back of his neck.

"Dean Sam is going to be ok, I mean he's already had the choice of becoming a killer and he turned it down." Max said in a soothing tone reaching across and resting her hand onto his knee. Dean looked down at it and placed his own hand on top of hers.

"He's shutting himself of from everyone and I don't know how to help him, he wont talk to me" Max nodded her head and scooted herself closer to him. Dean quirked his brow and Max laughed slightly hitting him softly on the arm.

"Dean not everything is in your control, if your meant to save him you will, but if he is meant to fall then no matter what you do he will fall" Max brought her hand up to touch the side of his face, cupping his cheek into her soft hand.

"But I truly think your meant to save him if you weren't he would have fell before now you just have to have faith"

Dean bit the inside of his cheek so hard he was sure he was going to draw blood, he was drowning in her eyes, and the soft touch of her hand on his cheek and with the close proximity it was sending him into sensory overload.

"When the end comes he's going to need you, your more important that you will ever no Dean, with out you he would have given up a long time, with out you things would have gone a whole different way"

Max finished her thumb stroked the side of his cheek slightly before she seemed to come to her senses, she dropped her hand only to have Dean catch it before it hit her knee. He held it in his hand lacing his fingers through hers.

Max's heart quickened and she licked her lips which suddenly felt over dry, she closed her eyes and opened them again.

Dean brought up his free hand and cupped the side of her cheek his eyes drifting down to her lips before tilting his head, his lips capturing hers, in a soft delicate first kiss

He traced her bottom lip begging for entrance, she moaned slightly before opening her mouth allowing him entrance. His tongue delved in, meeting hers as they both fought for the upper hand. She moaned again and Dean allowed her hand to fall from his, his now free hand pulling her body closer to his.

"Dean" Max panted when they finally pulled away. Things were just so wrong, this shouldn't be happening, there was no way she had just let him do that. She had sworn to herself that she wouldn't let anything or any one to cloud her judgment.

Dean raised his brow that had to be one of the hottest kisses he had ever had, he had never felt so connected to someone as he did in that moment, and by the looks in her eyes she felt it to. But he could also see something else something he really didn't want to see in her eyes. Regret, sadness lust and something else which he couldn't quite place.

Max scrambled to her feet shaking her head as she went, she couldn't believe she had allowed herself to get so caught up I n things, she couldn't believe she had allowed herself to be kissed by him, or the fact she had enjoyed it and wanted to do it all over again.

No she had been here once before; she had allowed herself to fall in love she had let herself feel something and it had blown up in her face. She was not going to feel that sort of pain again. No she was cutting her loses now, before things got even worse. She would not allow him to die because of her. She would not go through that again.

"I have to go" She muttered turning and running from the clearing. He had no idea what had gone wrong, all the signals were there, they had been from the first time they had met, and there was more then one time when they had sparked. Hell he could see the lust and longing whenever he was around, and those feelings weren't just one sided.

"Max" Dean scrambled to his own feet but her name fell on deft ears,

"Max"