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Episode: Nightmare
I have yet to convince my brothers to let me go back to getting my own room again. We still didn't know what the demon was after and when he would be back to look again. I don't blame them for being protective, but being in such close quarters with my brothers was slowly driving me insane.
In the middle of the night, Sam shook both Dean and I violently to wake us up. He flipped the light switch on and threw our duffel bags at us.
"Dean, Allie!" He was running around the room, finding all his belongings and dumping them into his bag.
I rubbed my eyes, groaning and sitting up on my elbows next to Dean. I looked at Sam through squinted eyes, "Sam? What's going on?"
"We have to go," Sam said bluntly. He hadn't stopped moving.
"What's happening?" Dean asked more alert, his protective older brother side kicking in.
"We have to go. Right now," Sam repeated, not giving Dean and I any information about what was going on.
Sam grabbed his bag and walked out, leaving Dean and I in the motel room, tired as hell and utterly confused.
Dean drove towards Michigan like Sam told him too. We still didn't know what was going on in Sam's head. He barely said much and now he was on the phone with the Michigan police.
Sam had a notebook open on his lap and he read from one of our fake police IDs from Michigan, "McReady. Detective McReady. Badge number 158. I've got a signal 480 in progress, I need the registered owner of a two door sedan, Michigan license plate Mary-Frank-six-zero-three-seven. Yeah ok, just hurry."
"Sammy relax. I'm sure it's just a nightmare." Dean reassured from behind the wheel, but I knew he was in the same mindset as I was. We were both worried.
"Yeah, tell me about it," Sam said.
"I mean it. Y'know, a normal, everyday, naked-in-class, nightmare. This license plate, it won't check out. You'll see." I couldn't tell if Dean was trying to convince Sam or himself.
"It felt different Dean. Real. Like when I dreamt about our old house. And Jessica."
"But Sam, those dreams…Mom and Jess…they were connected to you. Your mom, your girlfriend. I mean, have you ever seen this guy before?" I asked. My elbows rested on the back of Sam and Dean's seat. I did this when I was either really anxious about one of my brothers or I was teasing and make fun of one or both of them.
"No."
"No," Dean repeated. "No. Exactly. Why would you have premonitions about some random dude in Michigan?"
"I don't know," Sam said.
"Me neither," My shoulders slumped.
"Yes I'm here," Sam said in the phone, getting his pen ready for any other information. He listened to whatever the man said and passed Dean a pointed look. "Jim Miller. Saginaw, Michigan. You have a street address? Got it. Thanks." Sam hung up the phone. "Checks out. How far are we?"
I didn't know what to say. I was surprised that Sam's dream was coming true once again, which is extremely abnormal and was probably going to lead to a bigger problem. And that scared me.
"From Saginaw? Couple hours," Dean said.
Sam nodded and looked forward. "Drive faster."
A couple hours later, we arrived to the address Sam gave us. Outside of the house was an ambulance and multiple police cars. Coming from the garage were a couple of paramedics carrying out a stretcher with someone covered underneath a tarp. I looked up at Sam to see his reaction. His jaw was clenched and his frown was prominent.
The crowd around us, whom I assumed were a bunch of neighbors, were crying and holding on to their loved ones. Dean looked at the woman next to him and asked, "What happened?"
"Suicide," The woman sniffled. "Can't believe it."
"Did you know them?" Sam asked.
"Saw him every Sunday at St. Augustines. He always seems...seemed, so normal. I guess you never know what's going on behind closed doors."
"How did...ahh. How are they saying it happened?"
"I heard they found him in the garage, locked inside his car with the engine running."
"Do you know about what time they found him?"
"Oh it just happened about an hour or two ago. His poor family. I can't even imagine what they're going through."
Sam grew physically more uncomfortable and more upset. He watched the scene in front of us go on and walked away grimacing.
"Sam…" I followed him to the impala. "We got here as fast as we could."
"Not fast enough. It doesn't make any sense man. Why would I even have these premonitions if there wasn't a chance I could stop them from happening?"
"I don't know," I said softly, feeling bad that I couldn't help him.
Sam shook his head and sighed, "So what do you think killed him?"
"Maybe the guy just killed himself?" Dean walked over. "Maybe there's nothing supernatural going on at all."
Sam shook his head, "I'm telling you, I watched it happen. He was murdered by something Dean. I watched it trap him in the garage."
"What was it, a spirit, poltergeist, what?"
"I don't know what it was." Sam started getting worked up and frustrated. "I don't know why I'm having these dreams, I don't know what the hell is happening Dean." Dean and I didn't say anything because we didn't know what we could say. On the inside I was freaking out. "What?" Sam looked between the two of us.
Dean shrugged, "Nothing. I'm just, I'm worried about you man."
"Well, don't look at me like that!"
"I'm not looking at you like anything," Dean said, looking away. "Though I gotta say, you do look like crap."
"Nice. Thanks," Sam said sarcastically.
Dean turned around and opened his car door, "Come on, lets just pick this up in the morning. We'll check out the house, talk to the family."
"Dean, you saw them, they're devastated. They're not going to want to talk to us."
Dean thought about a second, and then his lips turned up in a smirk.
"Oh no," I said, nervous about Dean's idea.
"Yeah you're right. But I think I know who they will talk to." He said.
"Who?" Sam asked.
Dean just smirked and hopped into the car without saying anything. Sam and I glanced at each other nervously with no choice but to follow Dean's lead.
While Dean and Sam stooped to the lowest of lows by impersonating a couple of priests to visit the dead man's family, I was sent (secretly) to the public library by Dean to see if I could find any weird hoodoo shit information on Sam's future telling abilities. But to Sam, I was just hanging low while he and Dean did his thing because it would be too suspicious if a random girl showed up to the house with two priests.
"Excuse me," I walked over to front desk where an older woman was sitting, reading one of those erotic novels with a half naked man on the cover. I gotta say, I give the woman props for reading it so shamelessly out in the open. "Can you direct me to the section that would have some information on a man who dreams about people dying and then those dreams come to life?" The woman slowly pulled back her book from her face and eyed me strangely. "No? Okay, I'll just try the supernatural fantasy section…"
Sometimes I forget that most people have no idea what I do and talk about for almost 24 hours.
I took the steps to the second floor and shuffled through the aisles until I got to the intellectual part of the supernatural area where only one nerdy looking college kid shared the shelves with me. As I looked through the books, the weird geek boy was giving me weird looks, so I just grabbed a couple of books with interesting covers on them and checked them out with the horny old lady.
I could've taken the books and a notebook back to the motel where I would've gotten the most work done, but instead I took all my stuff to a diner so I could order waffles and bacon with free refills of cheap and stale coffee.
Like I figured would happen, most of the books I checked out were useless and fictional with a lot of human and creature relationships.
As I shut my third useless book, I got a strong, and I mean hella strong gut feeling that someone was watching me. I twisted my body in my seat to look back at the front entrance. No one was there other than a teenager hostess. Weird.
I turned back around to my food only now there was someone sitting across from me. It was a woman about my age with firey red hair, curled at the bottom with blazing red lipsticks. Her eyes were a beautiful green and her skin was pale enough to not look sickly but she was glowing. And she was just staring at me with an evil kind of smirk.
I narrowed my eyes and didn't say anything for a little while. My gut told me that this woman wasn't going to be nice…and probably not human.
"I'm sorry, I didn't realize I put a sign on that seat that said 'Sit here.'" I frowned.
"Cute," She said sarcastically. "You have something I want."
"Self respect and a cute ass?" Her jaw clenched and she blinked her eyes…then they turned jet black. Dammit. "Or maybe a heart and soul." Again, her face stayed stone cold. "Were you the one in my motel room months ago?"
"No," She said. "That was my brother. And there's a lot more of us who are watching you."
"Creepy."
"Word has it you have a weapon that could be really detrimental to my kind."
"By your kind you mean a bunch of heartless, evil, bastards who kill other people for pure joy?"
"Yes," she smirked. "Where is it?"
"As much as I wish I had this so called weapon you speak of, I don't. In fact, I have no idea what you're even talking about. So I suggest you get your ass out of his booth before I –"
"What? Kill me?" She scoffed and laughed. "Find what I'm looking for or else."
"Or else?" I frowned. "Do I look like a five year old being threatened for this first time? If you wanted to kill me, you would have already."
"Find me that weapon, or I kill your dad real slowly in front of you and your idiot brothers. Then, I'll make you watch me tear their heart out."
My heart plummeted to the pit of my stomach and I clenched my teeth so tight, I'm surprised none of them chipped. Threaten me, you piss me off. Threaten my family, and I'll make sure you're dead in the next week.
"How's that for a threat?" She snickered and slapped some money on the table. "Your waffle is on me."
After that demon bitch left, all I could think about was Sam and Dean and their safety and I didn't like the idea of me not being around them. Sorry Sam, I didn't find shit on your psycho abilities.
I took a cab and told him to step on it after I told him the address. The car pulled up to the Miller's residence and I ran out of that car so fast. I panicked when I couldn't think of an excuse to tell the family if I knocked on their door so I walked around to the back of the house, climbed a tree, and snuck into their second story window.
And I'll admit, jumping from a tree to a house window wasn't smooth or pretty, but it got me in after making one loud thump against the house. I landed on the tile of a bathroom floor with a groan.
I guess I was being louder than I was because someone cautiously opened the bathroom door and looked in hesitantly. Thank god it was Dean because otherwise, it would be really difficult for me to have to try and explain why I was sprawled on a stranger's bathroom floor.
"Allie?" Dean looked at me like I was a crazy person. He was holding some kind of ghost detecting robot things who's name I should know but didn't. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Oh, hey Dean." I said casually, brushing my pants off. "I mean Father." When I actually looked at him properly and took in his outfit I couldn't stop the chuckle. "I can't believe Sam let you go through with this."
"I just, um, got really curious about how your talk with the family was going." I lied. I didn't want to say anything about the demon at the diner because we were focusing on Sam and his problems right now and I was so close to letting the two of them let me get my own room again.
Dean gave me a look that said he didn't believe me, but luckily we got distracted by another pair of foot steps approaching us.
"Allie?"
"Sup twinny boy," I said.
"What are you doing here?"
"I'm a concerned neighbor making sure the family is okay after the loss of Mr. Miller." I said. "So what did you find?"
Sam also gave me a similar look that Dean did, but he didn't say anything. Thankfully.
"I feel like the son has more going on to him than he lets on," Sam said and turned to Dean, "Did you find anything?"
"Zip," Dean said and looked at me again, "Look, why don't you just jump out the window like the spider monkey you think you are and wait for us at the car. We're wrapping up now."
"You're not gonna let me walk down the stairs like a normal person with you?"
"And say what? That we found you in the closet?"
I pursed my lips and my shoulders slumped in defeat. "Fine."
Dean drove us back to the motel where he ordered me to help clean the weapons with him while Sam went back out and did more information gathering.
"You wanna tell me what actually happened today?"
"Not really," I answered truthfully.
Dean narrowed his eyes at me while he cleaned the inside of the two barrel gun on the opposite bed. And yeah, he looked really scary when he was looking at me like that while cleaning his gun.
"Wanna try that again?" He tested.
"Fine," I said. I kept my eyes focused on the gun so that I didn't have to make a lot of eye contact with him. "While I was doing my research on Sam, a demon approached me at the diner and told me they were looking for a weapon when they searched through my room."
"A weapon?"
"A specific weapon that I obviously didn't have but they think I know where it is. She said if I don't find it, they'll kill you, Sam, and Dad."
"And you have no idea what they're talking about?" Dean asked. He looked more concerned now than curious, which I knew was going to happen. I knew I shouldn't have said anything.
"Of course not Dean!" I sighed. "Look, don't tell Sam. Not yet anyway. He has his own crap we're dealing with and I don't want to put anything else on his shoulders."
"Allie, this is serious." Dean said.
"I'm serious." I said sternly. "Okay? We'll figure something out later." Dean didn't say anything for a moment. "Dean."
"Fine," He replied grumpily.
Dean and I sat in an uncomfortable silence for a while after that.
"So does this mean getting my own room back is off the table?" I asked innocently. His only reply was a hard face that said not to test him. So I raised my hand in surrender and continued cleaning the guns in silence.
Luckily a couple minutes later Sam walked through the door and eased some of the tension in the room.
"What do you have?" Dean asked.
"A whole lotta nothing. Nothing bad has happened in the Miller house since it was built."
"What about the land?"
Sam moved around to sit next to me on the bed facing Dean. "No grave yards, battle fields, tribal lands or any other kind of atrocity on or near the property."
"Hey man I told you, I searched that house up and down. No cold spots, sulfur scent. Nada."
"And the family said everything was normal?" I asked.
"Well, if there was a demon or poltergeist in there you think somebody would have noticed something? I used the infer-red thermal scanner man, and there was nothing." Dean said.
"So what, you think Jim Miller killed himself and my dream was just some sorta freakish coincidence?"
"I dunno." Dean shrugged. "I'm pretty sure there's nothing supernatural about that house."
Sam squeezed his eyes shut and massaged his temples. "Yeah. Well, maybe it has nothing to do with the house." He inhaled a deep breath and held his head in his hands. "Maybe it's just...gosh... maybe it's connected to Jim in some other way?"
"Sam?" I said nervously. I put the gun I was cleaning down and placed my hand on his back. Whatever was going on looked worse than a migraine.
Sam didn't respond because he physically couldn't respond. He held his head in agony and dropped to his knees, making disgruntled noises and groans.
Dean immediately walked over and crouched beside our brother, "Sam? Hey. Hey! What's going on? Talk to me."
Sam grabbed onto Dean's shoulders and stared at him with narrowed eyes. He didn't say anything, yet more of those painful groans kept coming out of his mouth. I watched the knuckles on Sam's hand whiten as he clenched onto Dean for support. Dean looked at me concerned, but I didn't know what to do either to help him or make this pain go away.
"It's happening," Sam finally said. "Something's gonna kill Roger Miller."
It didn't take much convincing after that. Dean sped to Roger Miller's apartment complex after Sam saw another vision of a Miller guy dying. From what I learned in the car is Roger Miller was the previous dead guy's brother and he didn't seem to be a real friendly guy. Not even to a couple of "priests."
Sam's face was tight the entire time and he kept shifting uncomfortably in his sleep. Dean noticed too and asked if he was all right in which Sam replied yeah but was obviously lying.
"If you're gunna hurl I'll pull the car over you know, cause the upholstery..."
"I'm fine," Sam said sternly. "Just drive."
Dean past a glance back to me from the rearview mirror, both of us thinking the same thing – Sam's not fine and there was something obviously going through his head. We didn't want to push him too far, but at the same time, we were worried and wanted to help.
Sam noticed our exchange and sighed, looking out the window. "Dean I'm scared man. These nightmares weren't bad enough, now I'm seeing things when I'm awake? And these, visions, or whatever, they're getting more intense. And painful."
"Come on man, you'll be all right. It'll be fine."
"I don't know Sam but we'll figure it out. We've faced the unexplainable every day. This is just another thing."
"No. It's never been us. It's never been in the family like this. Tell the truth, you can't tell me this doesn't freak you out."
Dean stared out the window for a moment before answering, "This doesn't freak me out."
Unfortunately, both Sam and I knew he was lying.
A couple minutes later, the impala pulled up to an old grey brick building on a rainy night. As we got out of the car, Sam and Dean instantly recognized the man walking to the front entrance with a couple bags of groceries. Therefore I put two and two together and figured this was the guy we were trying to save.
"What are you guys, missionaries? Leave me alone," Mr. Miller's tone was grumpy and rude. He barely casted a glance our way and didn't even stop to talk to us.
"Please!" Sam cried. "Hey! We're trying to help!"
However, Mr. Miller just walked into the front building without looking back, completely ignoring us. "I don't want your help!"
"We're not priests, you gotta listen!"
"Roger, you're in danger!" Dean called after him.
"You said he was on the second floor?" I asked Sam as he looked into the building's window as if Roger was going to come back.
"Yeah," Sam said.
"Come on," I pulled him by his arm to the back entrance of the building where I noticed a fire escape when we first drove in.
Dean kicked down the "secured" gate that led to the back and it easily opened. How safe. Sam jumped up to the first level first, Dean helped me up second, then Sam and I helped Dean up last. Once we got there, we could take the stairs to the story that Roger lived. Sam led us to a side window, but the three of us stop abruptly and stare at the window with jaws to the floor.
The window was covered in red blood and on the gated fire escape right below the outside window sill was Roger's head disconnected from his body, which I presumed was still inside. The sight was vomit-inducing and I knew if I didn't get out of there quick that's exactly what was going to happen.
"Oh my god," I gagged and turned away.
Dean pulled some kind of napkin out of his pocket and wiped down the railings of the fire escape as Sam and I stayed frozen.
"Start wiping down your fingerprints, we don't want the cops to know we were here. Come on, come on!" Dean handed Sam the napkin after he used it to open the window that Roger died from. He glanced inside and then looked at us, "I'm gunna take a look inside."
Sam and I waited out on the fire escape and I couldn't bring myself to look inside. Sam stared at the ground the entire time we waited. His hands were stuffed in his jacket and the frown was evident on his face. I wanted to tell him it was okay and it's not his fault, but it was hard to comfort him after seeing this mess. Not saying he was to blame or anything, but I was still in so much shock to speak.
Dean met us back and just shook his head, "I'm telling you there was nothing in there. No signs either, just like the Miller's house."
"I saw something, in the vision. Like a dark shape. Something was...something was stalking Roger." Sam said, leading us back down the stairs to the car.
"Whatever it was, are you sure it's not connected to their house?" I asked.
Sam shook his head, convinced. "No, it's connected to the family themselves. So what do you think, like a vengeful spirit?"
"Well yeah, there's a few that have been known to latch onto families, follow them for years."
"Angiak. Banshees," I named a few.
Dean nodded, "Basically like a curse. So maybe Roger and Jim Miller got involved in something heavy, something curse worthy."
"And now the something is out for revenge. And the men in their family are dying." Sam paused. "Do you think Max is in danger?"
"Let's figure it out before he is," Dean said. With this kind of pattern, it was more than likely that this kid was going to be next.
"Well, I know one thing I have in common with these people." Sam said.
"What's that?" I asked.
"Both our families are cursed."
Dean huffed, "Out family's not cursed! We just…had our dark spots." Dean said…real convincing.
"Our dark spots are…pretty dark." Sam scoffed.
Dean choked on his words, failing to come up with some kind of comeback so he lamefully said, "You're…dark."
I waited in the car while Sam and Dean dressed back up in their priest getups to talk to Max. After my conversation with the demon at the diner, I was on edge when I was alone and was anxiously looking behind my back to make sure no one was going to pop out of nowhere. I didn't want to tell Dean about the situation until later, but now that I did, I feel better about. I felt safer and I felt that he was too.
I had no idea what she meant by weapon. I don't even know if she was talking about a gun or a knife…hell maybe there's some kind of bomb out there that can vaporize every demon out there. That would be sick. I didn't know how I was supposed to find it or why she thought I would know where look or why I would even have it in the first place. That would be a good question to ask my dad had he picked up the phone every once in a while.
About twenty minutes later Sam and Dean walked out but they both we wearing frowns and neither looked hopeful.
"No one's family is totally normal and happy. See when he was talking about his old house?" Dean said to Sam in mid conversation.
"He sounded scared," Sam said.
"Yeah Max isn't telling us everything. I say we go find the old neighborhood, find out what life was really like for the Millers."
Somehow, Sam found the address of the Miller's old place in their old neighborhood. Weirdly enough, Max's Uncle Roger lived right next door to them before they moved. Dean parked the impala at the curb of the neighbor's house that looked across the street. He was outside raking leaves and doing some yard work when we approached him. We introduced ourselves and started asking a few questions.
"Have you lived in the neighborhood very long?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, almost 20 years now. It's nice and quiet. Why, you looking to buy?"
"No, no, actually, we were wondering if you might recall a family that used to live right across the street I believe."
"Yeah the Millers. They had a little boy called Max." Dean added.
The man nodded, "I remember. The brother had the place next door. So uh, what's this about, is that poor kid ok?"
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well in my life I've never seen a child treated like that. I mean I'd hear Mr. Miller yelling and throwing things clear across the street, he was a mean drunk. He used to beat the tar outta Max. Bruises. Broke his arm two times that I know of."
I closed my eyes and looked down at my shoes uncomfortably. I hated hearing about domestic abuse. I was lucky and grew up in a family where no one hit the other as "punishment" but I've met some people along the way who have and it just really sucks. I'm telling you, humans are way worse than any other creature we've come across.
"This was going on regularly?" Sam asked.
"Practically every day. In fact that thug brother of his was just as likely to take a swing at the boy but the worst part was the stepmother. She'd just stand there, checked out, not lifting a finger to protect him. I must have called the police seven or eight times. Never did any good."
"Now you said step-mother," Dean asked.
"I think his real mother died. Some sorta...accident. Car accident I think." The man said. Sam took a step back and held his head the same way he held it back in the motel room. His squeezed his eyes in pain and shook his lead, walking away. "Are you ok there?"
"Uh, yeah," Sam winced.
Shit, Sam was having another vision.
"Thanks for your time," Dean said as I took Sam in my arms and led him away.
"God," Sam groaned and squeezed his hand around my arm.
"Ow, Sam. You're hurting me." I said, but he must have already been seeing things because he didn't react or let go.
A couple seconds later his head snapped up and he began panting. "Max."
We rushed into the car and sped to the Miller's house after Sam told us about his last freaky vision. Apparently Max was behind everything and his next victim was going to be his step mother.
"Max is doing it. Everything I've been seeing," Sam said.
"You sure about this?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, I saw him."
"But how's he pulling it off?" I asked from the back seat.
"I don't know, telekinesis?" Sam suggested.
"What so he's psychic, a spoon bender?" Dean said.
"I didn't even realize it but this whole time he was there. He was outside the garage when his Dad died, outside the apartment when his Uncle died. These visions, this whole time. I wasn't connecting to the Millers, I was connecting to Max! The thing is I don't get why, man. I guess because we're so alike?"
"What are you talking about? The dude's nothing like you."
"Well. We both have psychic abilities, we both..."
"Both what? Sam," Dean cut him off, "Max is a monster, he's already killed two people, now he's gunning for a third."
"Well, with what he went through, the beatings, to want revenge on those people? I'm sorry but it doesn't sound insane."
"Yeah but it doesn't justify murdering your entire family!" I backed Dean up. Sam was crazy to compare himself to this guy.
Dean pulled over to Max's house. "He's no different from anything else we've hunted, all right? We gotta end him."
I kept my mouth shut knowing that whoever I agreed with on this one was just going to annoy the other and start an argument that we didn't have time for.
Sam shook his head, "We're not going to kill Max."
"Then what? Hand him over to the cops and say 'Lock him up officer he kills with the power of his mind.'"
"No way. Forget it," Sam said.
"Sam…" Dean sighed, turning off the engine.
"Dean. He's a person. We can talk to him. Hey, promise me you'll follow my lead on this one."
Dean looked back at me for my opinion but I refused to give one so I just shrugged and kinda nodded for him to go along with Sam's plan even though I was kinda on the same page as Dean.
Dean sighed defeated, but took the gun out of the glove compartment anyway, "All right fine. But I'm not letting him hurt anybody else."
Without a second thought, the three of us busted through the front door of the Miller's. Straight ahead was the kitchen where Max and his stepmother were in a tense conversation and on the counter was a trembling streak knife.
This time we got here just in time.
"Ah, sorry to interrupt," Dean said awkwardly after we busted into their house like maniacs.
"Max, can we talk to you outside for just one second?" Sam asked.
Max looked at us suspiciously, "About what?"
"It's…" Sam glanced back at the stepmother, "It's private. We wouldn't want to bother your mother with it."
I looked behind Max and Mrs. Miller, "We won't be long at all, we promise."
Max glanced back at his mother before reluctantly nodding, "Ok."
"Great," Sam forced a grin.
We turned around to go back outside. As Dean turned the doorknob to lead us all outside, the door snapped back into place and every window blind fell, leaving us all in the dark.
Max took a couple steps back. "You're not priests."
Dean instantly drew his gun and pointed it at Max, but Max used his freaky-deaky powers too quickly and pulled Dean's gun out of his hand with his mind and slid it across the floor and picked it up.
He pointed it at me. "Who are you?"
"Max, what's happening?" Mrs. Miller's eyes were ready to pop out of her head with shock.
"Shut up!"
"What are you doing?" She said louder.
Mrs. Miller went flying backwards into the kitchen and whammed her head against the kitchen counter, instantly knocking her out.
"I said shut up!" Max screeched. He was red in the face, his blood vessels protruding his neck and forehead. I glanced at Sam nervously because for some reason, I was still the Winchester of choice to be on the other side of the loaded gun.
"Max, calm down," Sam said, nervously glancing at me and at Max.
"Who are you?" He repeated.
"My name's Allie Winchester," I said. "These so called priests are my brothers Sam and Dean. We just wanna talk."
"Yeah right, that's why you bought this!" Max waved the gun.
Dean slowly reached for my wrist and pulled me behind his back. Luckily Max didn't snap and pull the trigger.
"That was a mistake all right? So was lying about who we were. But no more lying Max ok? Just please, hear me out." Sam hastily explained.
"About what?" He asked.
"I saw you do it. I saw you kill your Dad and your Uncle before it happened."
"What?"
"I'm having visions Max. About you," Sam admitted.
"You're crazy," He said.
Okay, yeah, we hear that all the time, but how could he of all people say that when he's literally controlling things with his mind.
"So what, you weren't gunna launch a knife at your stepmom?" Sam tapped his eye. "Right here? Is it that hard to believe Max, look what you can do. Max I was drawn here all right? I think I'm here to help you."
Max started crying, "No one can help me."
"Let me try, we'll just talk, me and you. We'll get Dean, Allie, and Alice out of here."
"Uh-huh. No way," Dean said, looking between the two psychic people.
"Sam, no," I said at the same time. I didn't trust this guy being alone with Sam for one second.
"Nobody leaves this house!" Max shouted and the chandeliers above us shook.
"And nobody has to, all right? They'll just...they'll just go upstairs." Sam tried negotiating.
"Sam I'm not leaving you alone with him." Dean said.
"Yes you are." Sam snapped. "Look, Max. You're in charge here, all right, we all know that. No one's going to do anything you don't want to do but I'm talking five minutes here man."
"Sam!" I said.
Max looked behind him at his unconscious stepmother. "Five minutes." He said to Sam and then the chandeliers stopped shaking. He glanced at Dean and I, "Go."
Dean moved to pick up Mrs. Miller and carried her upstairs. I gave Sam one last look before I was out of his sight. He nodded at me reassuringly and I had no choice other than to trust that he knew what he was doing.
Sam's POV:
After Max and I began talking, he told me about the beatings he used to get from his drunk dad and uncle after his mother died because they blamed him for his mother's death. The beatings continued until last week, and he showed me the bruises to prove it. His stepmother did nothing to stop it just like the neighbor told us earlier.
"Why would he blame you for your mom's death?" I asked.
"Because she died in my nursery, while I was asleep in my crib." Max cried. "As if that makes it my fault."
My mouth dropped open. Another thing we had in common was how our mothers died. There was no way this was a coincidence but I didn't know how that gave us these horrible weird psychic abilities. "She died in your nursery?"
"There was a fire. And he'd get drunk and babble on like she died in some insane way. He said that she burned up. Pinned to the ceiling!"
"Listen to me Max. What your Dad said, about what happened to your Mom. It's real."
"What?" Max looked at me like I was crazy.
"It happened to my mom too, exactly the same. My nursery, my crib, my dad saw her on the ceiling."
"Your dad must have been as drunk as mine." He scoffed.
"No, no. It's the same thing, Max. The same thing killed our mothers."
"That's impossible."
"This must be why I'm having visions during the day. Why they're getting more intense. Cause you and I must be connected in some way. Your abilities, they started 6-7 months ago right, out of the blue?"
"How'd you know that?"
"Cause that's when my abilities started Max. Yours seem to me much further along but still, this has to mean something right? I mean for some reason, you and I...you and I were chosen."
One thing that didn't make sense was why Allie didn't have these abilities either. She and I shared a nursery when we were babies. We were both there when my mother died.
"For what?"
"I don't know. But Dean, Allie and I …we're hunting for your mom's killer. We can find answers, answers that can help us both. But you gotta let us go Max. You gotta let your stepmother go."
Max shook his head and was getting more frustrated with me, "No. What they did to me. I still have nightmares. I'm so scared all the time, like I'm just waiting for that next beating. I'm so sick of being scared all the time, I just want this to be over!"
"It won't. Don't you get it? The nightmares won't end, Max. Not like this. It's just, more pain. And it makes you as bad as them. Max, you don't have to go through all this by yourself."
"I'm sorry," Max shook his head and stood up.
Max flicked his eyes sideways and I went flying in that direction into a closet. My back hit the wall hard and I heard a click of the lock and the sliding of a bookshelf moving in front of it.
"No, Max!" I banged on the door but it was pointless. Max was already making his way upstairs.
Allie's POV:
Mrs. Miller slowly woke up when we closed ourselves off into someone's room. Dean helped her with that nasty cut on her forehead that was sure going to need stitches. I wanted to feel bad for her because her stepson was about to kill her but I also did think she was bitch for ignoring the abuse her stepson was going through.
I couldn't stop pacing the room. Thinking about Sam down there with that psycho…it took everything in me not to bust down this door and make sure he was okay.
"I gotta go down there," I said.
"Why is he doing this?" Mrs. Miller cried.
"Maybe because ignoring the abuse is just as bad as actually doing it." I glared.
She looked down guiltily and continued tapping her forehead with the gauze. Dean gave me a look that told me to tone it down a bit.
"You and I both know that going down there would just cause more harm than good." Dean said. I've never seen him so calm.
The bedroom door slammed open. Max walked in with the gun raised, shaking in his hand.
"Max!" Mrs. Miller shouted.
"Son of a…" Dean cursed. Max snapped is wrist to the left and Dean went flying into the wall. Then he did the same to me and I flew to the opposite side.
My back hit the wall…hard. So hard that my body literally dented the wall and I fell down on all fours.
I looked up and froze when I saw the gun hanging in mid air pointed at Mrs. Miller. The gun cocked and the safety pulled back.
Dean stepped in front of Mrs. Miller to take the bullet for her. My eyes went wide with Dean's crazy ass super hero idea. I knew he didn't want Max to kill anyone else but Mrs. Miller wasn't worth risking a bullet and leaving me here forever. Hell, I just saved him from a failing heart not too long ago and this is how he wanted to repay me? By dying again?
"Stay back. This is not about you," Max warned.
"You wanna kill her you gotta go through me first," Dean said.
"Dean stop!" I cried.
"Ok," Max shrugged.
I was about to scream on the top of my lungs and kill Max myself but luckily Sam busted into the room at the right time and he looked freaked out.
"No don't! Don't! Please. Please. Max. Max. We can help you. All right. But this, what you're doing. It's not the solution. It's not going to fix anything."
By this time, Max was shaking and crying frustrated tears. He looked at Sam burnt out and anguished. I slowly stood up and glanced between him and Sam. I didn't know what to do.
Max's shoulders relaxed and his face falls. "You're right." He said.
Sam grinned relieved, but then this moment took a 180 twist and Max turned the gun around on him and shot a bullet through his brain.
"NO!" Sam screamed.
My heart stopped beating and my mouth fell to the floor. I had never seen someone kill themself before, and it was something I never wanted to see again.
Mrs. Miller sat on the couch in shock, talking to two police officers about Max's suicide. Although she technically was a victim, she was milking the victim card a little too much.
"Max attacked me. He threatened me with a gun," She said.
The cop pointed behind him and my brothers and I as we watched her. "And these two?"
"They're...family friends. I called them soon as Max arrived, I was scared. They tried to stop him. They fought for the gun."
"Where did Max get the gun?"
I looked down at the ground and pursed my lips awkwardly. If she said that gun was ours, it was going to be a tough hole to unbury ourselves with.
Mrs. Miller broke down in more tears and looked up to the ceiling, "I don't know. He showed up with it and…" She couldn't finish cause she was full blown weeping at this point.
"It's all right Mrs. Miller," The cop said.
"I've lost everyone," She sobbed.
The cop turned around to address me, Sam, and Dean. "We'll give you a call if we have any further questions."
"Thanks officer," Dean said. "Come on."
"If I'd just said something else. Gotten through to him somehow…" Sam said as we walked down the Miller's front lawn to the car.
"Sam" I sighed, "You can't torture yourself with this. It wouldn't have mattered what you said, Max was too far gone."
Sam shook his head, "When I think about how he looked at me man, right before. I shoulda done something."
"Come on man, you risked your life. I mean yeah, maybe if we had gotten there 20 years earlier." Dena said.
"Well I'll tell you one thing." Sam said as we approached the impala. "We're lucky we had Dad."
Dean raised his eyebrows surprised and even looked…pleased. "Well I never thought I'd hear you say that."
"Well, it coulda gone a whole other way after Mom. A little more tequila and a little less demon hunting and we coulda had Max's childhood. All things considered, we turned out ok. Thanks to him."
Dean turned back to look at the Miller's house, "All things considered."
Weird how we could say we were technically the lucky ones now.
We wanted to put this place in our rear view mirror as fast as possible. When we got back to the motel, Sam started packing our bags in the trunk of the car while Dean and I gathered all the weapons we were in the middle of cleaning before Sam made us run off because of his visions.
"So, you think we should tell Sam about those demons?" Dean asked as Sam was outside.
I glanced out the window. Sam finally looked a little less stress and I thought he needed a tiny break from more drama. "Nah. We'll wait a couple days."
Then, Sam walked back in, "I've been thinking," He said.
"Well that's never a good thing," Dean said sarcastically.
"Well, you think, maybe, it was after us? After Max and me?" Sam asked innocently.
"Why would you think that?" Dean asked.
"I mean, either telekinesis or premonitions, we both had abilities you know? Maybe he was after us for some reason."
"Sam. If it had wanted you, it would've just taken you. Ok? This is not your fault, it's not about you." I said.
"Then what is it about?" Sam asked hopelessly.
"It's about this damn thing that did this to our family. This thing we're gunna find and kill. And that's all." Dean said.
"Actually theres uh…something else too," Sam shifted.
"Ah jeez what?" Dean raised his brows.
"When Max left me in that closet, with that big cabinet against the door...I moved it."
Dean smirked, "Huh. You got a little more upper body strength than I gave you credit for."
I rolled my eyes. I knew that's not what Sam was getting at.
"No man, I moved it. Like, Max."
Dean paused from gathering all our stuff. "Oh. Right." He said softly.
"Yeah."
I mean, come on! How were we supposed to answer to that? We had no idea what was going on or how to fix it. We didn't even know whether these abilities were a good or bad thing.
Dean picked up a silver spoon and held it up to Sam, "Bend this."
"I can't just turn it on and off Dean," Sam said frustrated.
"Well how'd you do it?" Dean asked.
"I don't know, I can't control it. I just...I saw you die and it just came out of me, like a punch. You know like...a freak adrenaline thing."
"Yeah well I'm sure it won't happen again." Dean shrugged, but I saw right through him. He was mentally freaking out about this because he didn't know how to help his younger brother.
"Yeah, maybe. Aren't you worried man. Aren't you worried I could turn into Max or something?"
"Nope. No way. You know why?"
"Why?"
"Because you got one advantage Max didn't have," Dean said.
"Dad?" Sam scoffed. "Because Dad's not here Dean."
"No. Me," Dean smirked. "As long as I'm around, nothing bad is gunna happen to you."
"A-hem," I coughed. What was I? Chopped liver?
"Oh, and Shortstack over here." Dean pointed his thumb in my direction. I rolled my eyes. Dean slung his bag over his shoulder and started walking towards the door, "Now then. I know what we need to do about your premonitions. I know where we have to go."
"Where?"
"Vegas," Dean dead panned. I cracked a grin at Sam who gave Dean his famous bitch face, not appreciating the joke as much as I did. "What? Come on man. Craps tables. We'd clean up!"
I looked over at Dean one more time before closing the motel door. There was a look on his face…a thoughtful look that I couldn't really make out, but I could kind of read where his head was at. We'll figure out Sam's abilities and we'll figure out my demon problem. We're Winchesters for crying out loud. This was just another bump in the road. One large ass bump.