You were sleeping soundly on the couch of the motel room until you heard Sam trying to wake Dean up. You groaned inwardly as you stuffed your head under your pillow and blanket to try and get a bit more sleep. Now that you knew how to hunt the boys, mostly Dean, wanted you to put it into practice by doing more of the physical work. Hunting, fighting, and chasing monsters as well as digging up the graves yourself. You hadn't gotten a decent night's sleep in weeks since you were staying up late and getting up early to hunt. "Dean. Dean." you could hear Sam gasp.
"What are you doing, man? It's the middle of the night." you heard Dean groan.
"We have to go, Y/N get up we're leaving." you heard Sam say as he shook you.
"Why?" you whined as you sat up on the couch.
"We have to go. Right now." Sam repeated as he packed all of your guys stuff up.
So Dean was now speeding down the road at two in the morning with not a single explanation from Sam. You could hear the Impala revving as you laid down in the backseat to catch a few more z's until you would reach your destination. "McReady. Detective McReady. Badge number 1-5-8. 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, okay. Just hurry." you heard Sam urgently speak into his cell phone.
"Sammy, relax. I'm sure it's just a nightmare." Dean tried to assure Sam.
"Yeah, tell me about it." Sam muttered.
"I mean it, you know? A-a normal, everyday, naked-in-class nightmare. This license plate, it won't check out. You'll see." Dean insisted.
"It felt different, Dean. Real. Like when I dreamt about our old house and Jessica." Sam explained.
"Well, yeah, that makes sense. You're dreamingourhouse,yourgirlfriend. This guy in your dream, you ever seen him before?" Dean went on.
"No." Sam answered.
"No. Exactly. Why would you have premonitions about some random dude in Michigan?" Dean wondered.
"I don't know." Sam replied.
"Me neither." Dean agreed.
"Yes, I'm here. Jim Miller. Saginaw, Michigan. You have a street address? Got it. Thanks." Sam spoke into his phone again. "Checks out. How far are we?" Sam asked Dean.
"From Saginaw?" Dean questioned.
"Yeah." Sam answered.
"Couple hours." Dean replied.
"Drive faster." Sam ordered as you finally fell asleep.
Sam finally woke you up as Dean approached Jim Miller's house which was surrounded by cops and bystanders. You sat up and watched as cops walked back and forth from the garage, and you saw the coroner putting a man in a body bag. You three joined the crowd of bystanders to figure what happened at Jim's house."What happened?" Dean asked an older lady who was watching the scene.
"Suicide. I can't believe it." She answered as she glanced over at Dean.
"Did you know him?" Sam asked her.
"Saw him every Sunday at St. Augustine's. He always seems-Seemed...so normal. Guess you never know what's going on behind closed doors." She explained as she glanced over at Sam.
"Guess not." you mumbled as you continued to watch the scene.
"How did, um-How are they saying it happened?" Sam asked her.
"I heard they found him in the garage...locked inside his car with the engine running." She replied.
"Do you know about what time they found him?" Sam wondered.
"Oh, it just happened about an hour or two ago. His poor family. I can't even imagine what they're going through." She exclaimed as she drew your attention to a woman and boy that looked to be Sam's age by the front door talking to a cop. Sam walked away from the crowd as you and Dean followed him.
"Hey, we got here as fast as we could." Dean said trying to comfort Sam.
"Not fast enough. Which just doesn't make any sense, guys. Why would I even have these premonitions unless there was a chance that I could stop them from happening?" Sam growled in a low whisper.
"I don't know." Dean shrugged.
"So, what do you think killed him?" You asked them.
"Maybe the guy just killed himself. You know? Maybe there's nothing supernatural going on at all." Dean suggested.
"I'm telling you, I watched it happen. He was murdered by something, Dean. It trapped him in the garage." Sam insisted.
"I feel like something is going on here, all of Sam's dreams have been related to something supernatural." You agreed with Sam.
"Like what? A spirit? A poltergeist? What?" Dean wondered.
"I don't know what it was. I don't know what I'm having these dreams. I don't know what the hell is happening, guys. What?" Sam went on as Dean stared hard at Sam.
"Nothing. Man, I'm just-I'm worried about you." Dean stuttered.
"Well, don't look at me like that." Sam retorted.
"I'm not looking at you like anything. Though I gotta say, you look like crap." Dean commented.
"Nice. Thanks." Sam grumbled.
"Yeah, well..." Dean started to say.
"Come on you two. Let's just a room for the night, we can worry about this in the morning. We can check out the house and talk to the family." You suggested as you made your way back to the Impala.
"Y/N, you saw them. They're devastated. They've not gonna want to talk to us." Sam pointed out.
"Yeah, you're right. But I think I know who they will talk to." Dean hinted.
"Who?" You and Sam asked in unison as Dean smirked at you two.
The next morning you and the brothers made your way back to Jim's after getting dressed. Sam rung the doorbell as he sighed and you agreed with him. You had dressed up in all kinds of uniforms before, but this brought it to a whole new level. "This has gotta be a whole new low for us." Sam sighed as Dean looked over at him.
"I can't believe you thought it was a good idea to do this." You grumbled as you examined your outfit. The boys were dressed up as priests and you were dressed up as a nun. Dean just smirked at you two before an older man opened the door.
"Good afternoon. I'm Father Simmons. This is Father Freely, and this is Sister F/N. We're new over at St. Augustine's. May we come in?" Dean asked the older man as he nodded and let you three in. "Thanks." Dean said as he walked inside.
"We're very sorry for your loss." Sam greeted as he followed Dean. You nodded your head as you followed Sam inside and you stopped in the foyer.
"It's in difficult times like these when the Lord's guidance is most needed." Dean consoled.
"Look, you wanna pitch your whole "Lord has a plan" speech. Fine. Don't pitch it to me. My brother's dead." The man stated.
"Roger...please." Jim's wife came up behind you guys and scolded Roger.
"Excuse me." Roger nodded his head and walked away from you into the other room.
"I'm-I'm sorry about my brother-in-law. He's-He's just so upset about Jim's death. Uh-Would you like some tea or coffee?" She offered.
"That'd be great." Dean expressed with a soft smile on his face. She walked to the kitchen to get you three your drinks and took you to living room to talk.
"It was wonderful of you to stop by. The support of the church means so much right now." She spoke as she poured coffee for you three.
"Of course. After all, we are all God's children." Dean voiced as you tried to sip your coffee and almost choked on it. You knew Dean didn't believe in God which made it even more weird for him to be speaking like this. Your parents raised you as a Christen, but once you got older you stopped going to church, and you pray here and there, but not like a regular Christen would. You developed your own faith and beliefs as you grew older and your family was killed. Dean started stuffing the mini wieners in his mouth as Sam scoffed at him.
"What?" Dean asked with a mouthful of food.
"Just tone it down a little bit...Father." Sam suggested as he side eyed Dean.
"Mm, they're pretty tasty." You agreed as you slowly nibbled a couple as Jim's wife walked back in the room and sat down next to Dean.
"So Miss Miller...did your husband have a history of depression?" Dean asked her.
"Nothing like our ups and downs, like everyone. But we were happy. I just don't understand...how Jim could do something like this." Mrs. Miller cried.
"I'm so sorry you had to find him like that." Sam consoled her.
"Actually...our son, Max...He was the one who found him." Mrs. Miller shared as you looked over to see her son siting in a chair by himself in the other room.
"Do you mind if-If maybe I go talk to him?" Sam asked her.
"Oh, oh, thank you, Father." Mrs. Miller thanked Sam as he walked over to Max. Dean handed her a tissue to wipe her tears.
"If you don't mind may I borrow your restroom," you asked her.
"Of course it's upstairs and down the hall." Mrs. Miller explained. You got up and left the room and went back to the foyer and headed upstairs while Dean continued to talk to her. Once you were upstairs you checked to make sure no one was around and you pulled the EMF reader. The boys finally invested in a new one after Dean's Walkman version broke down. The new one had an infrared camera and other nifty functions to assist in your search. You opened up one of the bedrooms to look for any of the typical signs of ghosts or demons. You also felt around the hallway for any sulfur, you stopped at the bedroom at the end of the hallway and directed the EMF reader into the you heard footsteps and you hid the reader in your nun's gown and turned around to see Sam coming up the stairs.
"Anything?" Sam wondered.
"Nothing." You shook your head as you followed him downstairs to meet up with Dean.
You and the boys were staying at the Escanaba Motel which had little cabins rather than motel rooms so you guys had a bit more space than usual. Dean was showing you how to clean and maintain the guns. "What do you have?" Dean asked Sam.
"Whole lot of nothing. Nothing bad has happened in the Miller house since it was built." Sam said as he stared at his notes.
"What about the land?" You wondered as you cleaned the gun barrels.
"No graveyards, battlefields, tribal lands, or any other kind of atrocity on or near the property." Sam listed off as he sat down on his bed.
"Sorry, Sam, but I searched that house up and down. There weren't any cold spots, no sulfur scents, zilch." You apologized as you handed Dean the clean barrels and he would put them back together.
"And the family said everything was normal?" Sam questioned.
"Well, if there was a demon or poltergeist, don't you think somebody would have noticed something? Y/N even used the infrared thermal scanner, man. There is nothing in that house." Dean explained.
"So, what? You guys think Jim Miller killed himself and my dream was just some sort of...freakish coincidence?" Sam wondered.
"I don't know. I'm pretty sure that there's nothing supernatural about that house." Dean voiced.
"Yeah. Well...you know, maybe, uh-Maybe it has nothing to do with the house. Maybe, uh, it's just, uh-Gosh. Maybe it's connected to Jim...in some other way." Sam breathed out as he held his hand in his hand.
"Sam, what's wrong?" You asked concerned for Sam.
"Ah! Yeow. My head." Sam groaned as he fell to the floor.
"Sam." Dean growled as you both ran over to check on him. Sam was groaning and holding his head in his hands, while sweat was dripping off of him. "Hey! What's going on. Talk to me." Dean cried as he grabbed Sam.
"Sam!" You were worried that his powers were getting worse than before. Sam just gasped as he stared blankly in Dean's direction.
"It's happening again. Something's gonna kill Roger Miller." Sam cried out.
Dean raced over to Roger's house, you were hoping to make it in time to stop his death. "Roger Miller. No, no. Just the address, please. Okay. Thanks." Sam spoke in the phone before hanging it up. "450 West Grove, apartment 1120."
"You okay?" You asked Sam as you stared at him.
"Yeah." Sam replied glancing back at you.
"If you're gonna hurl, I'll pull the car over. You know because the upholstery-" Dean began.
"I'm fine." Sam stated.
"All right." Dean muttered.
"Just drive. Dean, Y/N, I'm scared, guys. 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." Sam admitted.
"Come on, man. It'll be all right. You'll be fine." Dean assured Sam.
"What is it about the Millers? Why am I connected to them? Why am I watching them die? Why the hell is this happening to me?" Sam questioned.
"I don't know, Sam, but we'll figure it out, okay? We face the unexplainable every single day. This is just another thing." Dean pointed out.
"No. It's never beenus. It's never been in the family like this. Tell the truth. You can't tell me this doesn't freak you out." Sam retorted.
"This doesn't freak me out." Dean answered.
"Well, it freaks me out." You agreed with Sam.
You and the brothers finally made it to Roger's apartment and saw Roger walking down the street."Hey, Roger!" Sam yelled out of the car at Roger.
"Hey, hold up a second." Dean called over to Roger.
"What are you guys, missionaries? Leave me alone." Roger growled as he made his way in his building.
"Please!" Sam cried out as Dean parked the car. "Hey! Roger!" Sam yelled as he ran across the street with you and Dean behind him. "We're trying to help. Please. Hey! Hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey-" Sam cried out as Roger closed the door on Sam.
"I don't want your help." Roger stated as he went upstairs.
"But we're not priests! You gotta listen to us." Sam cried through the door.
"Roger! You're in danger!" Dean yelled through the door. You remembered what Sam said about the window so you made your way into the alleyway next to the apartment building and looked for the window with a potted plant in front of it. While you were looking for it you heard something squeak and the sound of something being sliced. You looked towards the noise and felt blood splash down onto your face and Roger's head landed on the dumpster in front of you. You squealed bit before covering your mouth to silence your scream. As you stared at Roger's wide eyed expression.
"Sam, Dean!" You yelled as the boys came running over to you. They both looked in horror at Roger's head.
"Did you touch it?" Dean asked.
"Ew, no!" you replied.
"All right, wipe your face off. We're gonna take a look inside his apartment." Dean said as he and Sam went the metal stairs to Roger's window.
"I'm telling you, there was nothing in there. There's no signs either, just like the Millers' house." Dean confirmed as you three returned to the car.
"I saw something in the vision like a dark shape. Something was-Something was stalking Roger." Sam shared as you walked across the street.
"Well, whatever it was, you can be sure it's not connected to their house." Dean stated.
"No, it's connected to the family itself. So, what do you think like a vengeful spirit?" Sam wondered.
"Yeah, there's a few that have been known to latch onto families. Follow them for years." Dean began.
"Angiaks, Banshees..." Sam continued as you reached the car.
"So it's like a curse." You noted.
"Yeah, maybe Roger and Jim Miller got involved in something heavy. Something curse-worthy." Dean explained.
"And now something's out for revenge. And the men in their family are dying. Hey, you think Max is in danger?" Sam asked.
"Let's figure it out before he is." Dean suggested as he started the car.
"Well...I know one thing I have in common with these people." Sam said.
"What's that?" You wondered.
"Both of our families are cursed." Sam explained.
"Our family's not cursed. We just...had our dark spots." Dean denied.
"Our dark spots are pretty dark." Sam insisted.
"You're dark." Dean muttered as he pulled onto the road and drove away.
The next morning you and the boys returned to the Millers' house to try and figure if Jim and Roger did anything to warrant a curse. "My mom's resting. She's pretty wrecked." Max explained as he led you and the brother into the living room.
"Of course." Dean spoke following Max.
"All these people kept coming, with, like casseroles. I finally had to tell them all to go away. You know, because nothing says "I'm sorry" like a tuna casserole. Uh..." Max went on as he looked at all of the casseroles on the dining room table. You three sat down on the couch while Max sat across from you in the armchair.
"How are you holding up?" Sam asked Max.
"I'm okay." Max muttered.
"Your dad and your uncle were-Were close?" Sam wondered.
"Yeah, I guess. I mean, they were brothers. They used to hang out all the time when I was little." Max spoke awkwardly.
"What about lately?" You asked.
"No, it's not that. It's just...we used to be neighbors when I was a kid. And we lived across town in this house. And...Uncle Roger lived next door, so he was over all the time." Max explained.
"Right. So how was it that house, when you were a kid?" Sam questioned.
"It was fine. Why?" Max wondered.
"All good memories? Do you remember anything...unusual" something involving your... father and your uncle, maybe?" Dean clarified.
"Why do you-Why do you ask? Wh-?" Max stuttered anxiously.
"Just a question." Dean stated.
"No. There was nothing. We were totally normal. Happy." Max retorted.
"That's good." You said.
"Well, you must be exhausted. We should, uh-We should take off." Dean suggested.
"Right. Yeah. Thanks." Sam whispered.
"Yeah." Max muttered. You guys left the house and walked back to the Impala.
"Nobody's family is totally normal and happy." Dean whispered gruffly as you reached the car.
"Yeah and did you see when he was talking about his old house?" You pointed out.
"He sounded scared." Sam commented as he went to his side of the car.
"Yeah, Max isn't telling us everything. I say we go find his old neighborhood." Dean suggested as he took off the white band from around his neck. You took your nun's cap and gown and tossed them into the backseat next to you. Thankfully you had a set of light clothes on underneath so it would be easier to change. "Find out what life was really like for the Millers."
Dean drove over the neighborhood the Millers used to live and you were looking around, you noticed an older man sweeping his front steps. "Have you lived in the neighborhood very long?" Sam asked the man as you three walked up to him.
"Well, almost twenty years now. It's nice and quiet. Why? You looking to buy?" The man questioned looking between the three of you.
"No. No. Actually, we were just wondering if, uh-If you might recall a family that used to live right across the street, I believe." Sam began.
"Yeah. The Millers. They, uh-They had a little boy named Max." Dean finished.
"Right." Sam nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, I remember them. The brother had the place next door. So, uh, what's this about? That poor kid okay?" The man asked.
"What do you mean?" You wondered with a confused look on your face.
"Well, in my life, I've never seen a child get treated like that. I mean, I'd hear Mr. Miller yelling and throwing things clear across the street. He was a-He was a mean drunk. He-He used to beat the tar out of Max. Bruises, broke his arm two times that I know of." The man explained.
"And 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." The man revealed. "But the worst part...was the stepmother. She'd just...stand there, checked out. Never lifted a finger to protect him. I must have called the police seven or eight times. Never did any good."
"Now, you said stepmother?" Dean questioned with a confused look on his face.
"I think his real mom died. C-Some sort of...accident. Car accident, I think. Uh-Are you okay there?" The man asked as he drew your attention to Sam. It looked like he might have been having another one of his visions.
"Uh, yeah." Sam groaned as he rubbed his forehead and winced a bit.
"Thanks for your time." Dean said urgently.
"Ah, yeah. Thank you." Sam winced and closed his eyes as another wave of pain came.
"Come on, Sam. Come on." You said as you and Dean helped guide Sam back to the Impala. As you were walking Sam suddenly stopped as stared blankly ahead again. Once the vision stopped you and Dean got him in the car and and headed back in the direction of the Millers' house. "Max is doing it. Everything I've been seeing." Sam shared as he shook his head.
"You're sure about this?" Dean asked.
"Yeah. I saw him." Sam replied as he looked out his window.
"It makes sense, he killed the his dad and his uncle for abusing him his whole life, and now he wants to kill his stepmom who let the abuse happen." You noted as you leaned against the backseat and watched the scenery fly past you.
"Well, how's he pulling it off, then?" Dean wondered.
"I don't know, it looked like telekinesis." Sam answered.
"So he's psychic? He's a-? A spoon bender?" Dean wondered.
"I didn't even realize it, but this whole time, he was there. He was outside of the garage when his dad died. He was in the apartment when his uncle died. These visions, this whole time, I wasn't connecting to the Millers, I was connecting to Max." Sam explained. "The thing I don't get is why, guys. I guess...because we're so alike?"
"What are you talking about? Dude's nothing like you." Dean scoffed as he continued down the road.
"Well, we both have psychic abilities. We're both-" Sam started to say.
"Both what? Sam, Max is a monster. He's already killed two people, and is gunning for a third." Dean retorted.
"Besides, Max doesn't have anyone he thinks he can confine in. You have Dean and myself to rely on, though." You expressed from the backseat.
"Well, with what he went through-The beatings...To want revenge on those people. I'm sorry, guys. I hate to say it, but it's not that insane." Sam stated.
"Yeah, but it doesn't justify murdering your entire family." Dean growled.
"Dean-" Sam started to say.
"He's no different from anything else we've hunted. All right? We gotta end him." Dean stated.
"We're not gonna kill Max." Sam denied as Dean stopped the car in front of the Millers' house.
I wouldn't go that far, but there are better options like leaving his family or finding the help he needs to get past this. If he kills his family he's no better than them." You voiced.
"Then what do you two suggest." Dean snapped. "Hand him over to the cops and say: "Lock him up, officer. He kills with the power of his mind"?"
"Forget it. No way, man." Sam retorted.
"Sam." Dean began.
"D-He's a person. We can talk to him. Hey. Promise me you'll follow my lead on this one." Sam demanded.
"Let's start off by stopping him from killing his stepmother then we go from there." You suggested.
"All right, fine. But I'm not letting him hurt anybody else." Dean stated as he open the glove box and pulled out his pistol. The three of you got out of the car and went towards the house as quick as you could. Dean rammed through the front door with Sam and you right behind him as Max was confronting his stepmom.
"Fathers? Sister?" Mrs. Miller wondered with a bewildered look on her face.
"What are you doing here?" Max asked as he looked towards the three of you.
"Uh...Sorry to interrupt." Dean began a little nervously.
"Max, could we, uh...? Could we talk to you outside for-? For just one second?" Sam asked Max as he slowly stepped towards him.
"About what?" Max questioned.
"It's-It's private. Um...I wouldn't want to bother your mother with it. We won't be long at all, though. I promise." Sam explained as Max and Mrs. Miller looked at each other.
"Okay." Max agreed.
"Great." Sam nodded his head and smiled as Max started to follow Dean to the front door with Sam behind him. You stayed behind to make sure Mrs. Miller was okay. Suddenly as Dean opened the door Max stopped moving and looked towards the mirror on the end table. The door and the wooden blinds slammed shut violently.
"You're not priests!" Max yelled. Dean pulled his pistol out but Max used his powers to steal it away from him. He grabbed it off the floor and pointed it at Sam and Dean.
"Max what's happening?" Mrs. Miller cried as she stepped forward, but you stepped front of her slightly to keep her away from Max.
"Shut up." Max cried.
"What are you doing?" Mrs. Miller asked Max.
"I said shut up!" Max yelled as he turned the pistol towards you and Mrs. Miller and fired. It all happened so fast, you shielded Mrs. Miller from the shot as he shot you in the shoulder.
"Sh*t!" You cried out from the pain as your body was pushed backwards, but Mrs. Miller stopped you from falling and supported you.
"Y/N!" You heard Sam and Dean call out in unison worried for your safety. They tried to get over to you but Max held them at gunpoint and stopped them from moving. You bent your legs and sat on the floor and clenched your teeth to bear the pain.
"That was her fault she shouldn't have gotten in the way!" Max growled.
"Max calm down!" Sam cried.
"Who are you people?" Max questioned.
"We just wanna talk to you." Sam insisted.
"Yeah, right! That's why you brought this!" Max hissed.
"That was a mistake. All right?" Sam admitted as he put his hands up. "So was lying about who we were. But no more lying, Max. Okay? Just, please...Just hear me out."
"About what?" Max cried.
"I saw you do it. I saw you kill your dad and your uncle before it happened." Sam replied.
"W-What?" Max stuttered.
"I'm having visions, Max. About you." Sam clarified.
"You're crazy." Max growled.
"So you weren't gonna launch a knife at your stepmom? Right here?" Sam hinted as he pointed at his eye. "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."
"No. No one can help me." Max cried.
"Let me try. We'll just talk. Me and you. We'll get Dean, Y/N, and Alice out of here." Sam suggested.
"Nah-uh. No way." Dean denied as the house started to shake.
"Nobody leaves this house." Max demanded.
"And nobody has to, all right? They'll just- They'll just go upstairs." Sam suggested.
"Sam, I'm not leaving you guys alone." Dean stated.
"Yes, you are. You need to make sure Y/N is okay. Look, Max...You're in charge here, all right? We all know that. No one's gonna do anything you don't wanna do, but I'm talking five minutes here, man." Sam explained.
"Sam." Dean whispered as Sam held his hand in front of Dean stopping him and Max looked over at you and Mrs. Miller.
"Five minutes." Max agreed as the shaking stopped. "Go." Max demanded as he directed Dean with the pistol. Dean slowly came over and picked you up and carried you upstairs with Mrs. Miller following him.
While Sam was talking to Max Mrs. Miller took you and Dean to her bedroom so he could take care of your wound. You and Dean sat on the bed together as he pulled your arm out of your jacket sleeve and cut away the part of your shirt that was around the wound. "How bad is the pain?" Dean asked as he used tweezers he got from Mrs. Miller to pull the bullet out.
"It feels like my shoulder is on fire from the pain, but I'll live." you groaned as he took the bullet out.
"Well brace yourself its about to hurt a lot more." Dean warned as he grabbed some alcohol as poured it on your wound. You cried out in pain and grabbed Dean's thigh squeezing it as hard as you could to deal with the pain. "Good news is it's a shallow wound so you don't need stitches. Just gotta put a patch on it and wrap it up and you will a-okay."
"Great." You muttered as Dean patched your wound up and wrapped gauze around your shoulder.
"I'm so sorry you shielded me from the bullet." Mrs. Miller cried as tears ran down her face.
"I'd like to say it wasn't your fault, but you really should have protected him from the abuse." You pointed out as Dean helped you put your jacket back on. Suddenly the bedroom door opened by itself and Max walked into the room and slammed the door shut. Dean tried to stand front of you and Mrs. Miller but he was flung against the wall. You tried to get up off the bed, but Max used his power to force you to the floor.
"Max." Mrs. Miller stated as Max pulled the pistol out of his pocket.
"Son of a..." Dean began.
"No." Mrs. Miller cried. "Max." Mrs. Miller repeated over and over as Dean stood between her and Max. Max let go of the pistol and let it float in the air. "No. No. Max."
"Stay back." Max demanded as he aimed the pistol between Dean and Mrs. Miller. "It's not about you."
"You wanna kill her, you gotta go through me first." Dean stated.
"Okay." Max said as he cocked the pistol.
"Dean, no!" You cried trying to fight against Max's powers and get up. Suddenly Sam busted through the door surprising all of you. Max's powers weaken enough for you get up off the floor.
"No, don't! Don't. Please!" Sam pleaded. "Please, Max. Max. We can help you. All right? But this, what you're doing...It's not the solution. It's not gonna fix anything."
"You're right." Max agreed as he turned the pistol around and shot himself in the head.
"No!" Sam cried as Max's body fell to the floor. You all stared to shock. You couldn't believe he killed himself.
Mrs. Miller called the police after Max killed himself. "Max attacked me. He threatened me with a gun." Mrs. Miller said as she told the cop what happened.
"And these three?" The cop asked gesturing towards you and the boys.
"They're, um...family friends I called them as soon as Max arrived. I was scared. They tried to stop him. They fought for the gun." Mrs. Miller explained tearfully as she look over at you guys.
"Where did Max get the gun?" The cop asked.
"I don't know. He...showed up with it, and he..." Mrs. Miller tried to say until she started bawling her eyes out.
"It's all right Mrs. Miller." The cop said as he closed his notebook.
"I've lost everyone." Mrs. Miller cried.
"Okay." The cop said. "We'll give you a call if we have any further questions."
"Thanks, officer. Come on." Dean said as he walked out of the house. You and Sam followed him outside.
"If I'd just said something else...Gotten through to him somehow." Sam muttered as you walked to the car.
"Ah, don't do that." Dean groaned as he rolled his eyes.
"Do what?" Sam asked.
"Torture yourself. It wouldn't have mattered what you said. Max was too far gone." Dean explained.
"When I think about how he looked at me, guys, right before...I should have done something." Sam voiced.
"Come on, man, you risked your life. I mean, yeah, maybe if we'd gotten there twenty years earlier." Dean stated.
"Sam you tried to help him, you reached out your hand when no one else would. That's more than anyone has ever done for him." you pointed out as you three reached the car.
"Well, I'll tell you one thing. We're lucky we had Dad." Sam said.
"Well, I never thought I'd hear you say that." Dean gasped surprised.
"Well...He could have gone a whole other way after Mom. A little more tequila, a little less... demon hunting...then we would have had Max's childhood. All things considered... we turned out okay. Thanks to him." Sam explained.
"All things considered." Dean agreed as you three got into the Impala.
You and the brothers returned to the hotel to pack your stuff quickly so you could get out of town before the police asked anymore questions. "Guys, I've been thinking." Sam started to say.
"Well that's never a good thing." Dean mumbled.
"Well, I'm all ears, Sam." You said.
"I'm serious. I been thinking...why would this demon, or...whatever it is-Why would it... kill mom, and Jessica and Max's mother, you know? What does it want?" Sam wondered.
"No idea." Dean replied as he was folding his clothes.
"Well, you think maybe it was...after us? After...Max and me?" Sam suggested.
"Why would you think that?" Dean asked.
"I mean...either telekinesis or premonitions...we both had abilities, you know? Uh, maybe-Maybe it was after us for some reason."
"Sam, if it wanted you, it would have just taken you. Okay?" You pointed out. "This is not your fault. It's not about you."
"Then what is it about?" Sam asked.
"It's about that damn thing that did this to our family. The thing that we're gonna find. The thing that we're gonna kill. And that's all." Dean declared.
"Actually, there's, uh...There's something else too." Sam mumbled.
"Oh, jeez. What?" Dean groaned.
"When Max locked me in that closet...with that big cabinet against the door, uh-I moved it." Sam shared.
"You got little bit more upper body strength than I gave you credit for."Dean chuckled.
"No, man. I moved it. Like...Max." Sam revealed. There was a uncomfortable pause in the conversation as you and Dean stared at Sam. You were right his powers were getting stronger.
"Oh. Right." Dean muttered.
"Yeah." Sam mumbled.
"Bend this." Dean asked Sam as he held up a spoon.
"Oh Dean stop it, can't you tell how serious this is for him." You growled as you took the spoon from Dean.
"I can't turn it on and off, Dean." Sam voiced.
"Well, how did 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-like a punch. You know? Like a...freak adrenaline thing." Sam explained.
"Well, I'm sure it won't happen again." Dean stated.
"Yeah, maybe. Aren't you worried, man? Aren't you worried that I could turn into Max, or something?" Sam asked.
"Nope. No way. You know why?" Dean began.
"No. Why?" Sam wondered.
"Because it's like Y/N said, you've got two advantages that Max didn't have." Dean went on as he pointed at Sam.
"Dad? Because Dad's not here, Dean." Sam scoffed.
"No. Me and Y/N. As long as we are around...nothing bad is gonna happen to you." Dean explained as he grabbed his luggage." Now, then. I know what we need to do about your premonitions I know where we have to go."
"Where?" Sam asked.
"Oh no." You muttered knowing Dean was gonna have some smarta*s remark.
"Vegas." Dean smiled widely as you rolled your eyes and Sam scoffed at him. You and Sam walked out to the car leaving Dean behind. "What? Come on, guys. Craps table We'd clean up."
