π¨ππππππ πππππ ππππ, another bed, Maeve slept with her body half hanging on her boyfriends while he lays on his back. His arm hangs off the bed, his mouth parted slightly. They were both having decent dreams for the first time in a while, Maeve usually waking up from the nightmares of her past and Dean with his inability to save people. Sam, however, starts up from his bed, suddenly wide awake. His dream way more vivid and violent than usual, he turns towards the other bed to wake the couple but pauses. He smiles gently, they were so close, so good for one another and he hated that he had to wake them, but this was important. Sam sits a moment, then moves into action, flipping on the light switch and shaking his brother, which in turn wakes Maeve. "Maeve. Dean. Dean." Medusa wakes first, a small grunt escaping her lips as her tired eyes squint open. She slowly sits up with a confused and tired expression on her face. "Sam?" She questioned lightly, Dean stirs at the sound of her voice. As soon as he does, Sam rises and starts gathering his things. Dean frowns, rubbing his eyes, Maeve moving to climb out of bed and start packing as well.
She didn't know why she was packing, but she did so anyway since Sam was doing it too. "What are you doing man, it's the middle of the night." Dean raises himself on his elbows. "We have to go." Dean sits up further, immediately alert, but not alarmed. "What's happening?" He and Maeve question together as she finishes packing up her bag, over the past couple of months, when they stay in a motel; she only brings in one bag. She has three all together, but for situations such as this where they have to leave in a hurry, she keeps one on hand. All of her weapons, except her pen and her snake bracelet that turns into a whip, stay in the impala, only to be taken out when needed. "We have to go. Right now." Sam grabs his bag and walks out, Dean looks towards Maeve who gives her boyfriend a shrug in response. He lets out an annoyed groan before getting up, gathering his shit and following after his brother and girlfriend.
Twenty minutes later, Dean is driving, Maeve is trying not to fall asleep again, while Sam is on the phone. He is reading from a Michigan State Police ID, a fake one at that. "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 licence plate Mary-Frank-six-zero-three-seven. Yeah ok, just hurry." Sam pulls away from the phone with a worried frown, Maeve leaning forward to give him a pat on the shoulder. "Sammy relax. I'm sure it's just a nightmare." Dean speaks up, trying to convince and comfort his brother. "Yeah, tell me about it." Sam sighs, glancing out the window for a second. "I mean it. Y'know, a normal, everyday, naked-in-class, nightmare. This license plate, it won't check out. You'll see." Dean tries again as Sam sighs and shakes his head in denial. "It felt different Dean. Real. Like when I dreamt about our old house. And Jessica." Dean lets out a small scoff, "Yeah, that makes sense. You're dreaming about our house, your girlfriend. This guy in your dream, you ever seen him before?"
"No." Sam responds, "No. Exactly. Why would you have premonitions about some random dude in Michigan." Maeve looks between them with a frown, she hadn't heard much about premonitions. "I don't know." Sam sighs, "Me neither." Sam turns his attention back to the phone, his ears hearing someone start to speak. "Yes, I'm here." He listens, glares at Dean, then picks up his pen. "Jim Miller. Saginaw, Michigan. You have a street address? Got it. Thanks." Dean's face pulls into a grimace as he turns back to face the road, Maeve makes eye contact with him in the mirror and gives him a small smile, he gives one back. Sam grunts, hanging up phone. "Checks out. How far are we?" Sam asks his brother, turning to face him with a raised brow. "From Saginaw? Coupla hours." Dean speaks up with a shrug. "Drive faster."
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π¨ πππ πππππ πππππ, the Impala cruises to a stop, the boys see the Emergency vehicles and someone on a stretcher being zipped into a body bag. They turn to each other in the car, Dean concerned, Sam upset. Maeve stares out the window with a frown on her face. The trio quickly climb out of the impala and make their way over. Dean approaches the watching crowd with Maeve, she turns to a woman. "What happened?" She asked gently, "Suicide. Can't believe it." Sam comes up behind and stands on the woman's other side. "Did you know them?" Sam asked her, his voice gentle. "Saw him in every Sunday at St Augustines. He always seems... seemed, so normal. I guess you never know what's going on behind closed doors." Maeve and Sam make eye contact with each other while Dean stares straight ahead. "Guess not." Maeve breaths out, her voice low. "How did...ahh. How are they saying it happened?" Sam asks the woman, "I heard they found him in the garage, locked inside his car with the engine running."
Maeve and Dean wince in agreement, that was a horrible way to die. Not the worst, but a horrible way. "Do you know about what time they found him?" Maeve asked, "Oh it just happened about an hour or two ago. His poor family. I can't even imagine what they're going through." A woman stands on the front step of the house, crying and leaning against a middle aged man. A young man stands behind them, looking distraught. Sam watches, grimacing, them turns to walk away. Maeve and Dean notice, moving to follow him back to lean against the Impala's bonnet. Maeve is pulled against Dean, leaning back into his chest as his arm wraps around her waist. "Sam, we got here as fast we could." Dean tries to comfort his brother, but it wasn't working. "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?" Sam questions with a frown on his face.
Dean lets out a small sigh, "I dunno." Sam shakes his head and sighs as well, his eyes turning back to the house. "So what do you think killed him?" Sam looks back to them, raising a brow. Dean grunts with a shrug, "Maybe the guy just killed himself? Maybe there's nothing supernatural going on at all." Dean suggests, Maeve and Sam both shaking their heads in response. "I'm telling you, I watched it happen. He was murdered by something Dean. I watched it trap him in the garage." Sam insisted, his eyes looking between the couple. Dean sighs, "What was it, a spirit, poltergeist, what?" Sam frowns, getting a little worked up. "I don't know what it was. I don't know why I'm having these dreams, I don't know what the hell is happening Dean." Dean stares at Sam for a long moment, Maeve waits in silence. "What." Dean shrugs again, his eyes softening as he stares at his brother. "Nothing. I'm just, I'm worried about you man." His voice softens and Maeve smiles, she loves how much he cared for his brother. She hoped someday, he would come to care for her just as much. "Well, don't look at me like that!" Sam snaps, Dean looks away. "I'm not looking at you like anything."
Dean glances back, "Though I gotta say, you do look like crap." Dean shoots his brother a smirk as Maeve laughs gently. Sam rolls his eyes with a scoff, "Nice. Thanks." Dean gently bumps Maeve to move her, before moving to open the car door. She gives him a gentle kiss before getting in, as Sam stands in front of the passenger door. "Come on, let's just pick this up in the morning. We'll check out the house, talk to the family." Dean speaks as he moves to the drivers side, opening the door to get in. "Dean, you saw them, they're devastated They're not going to want to talk to us." Dean thinks for a moment, "Yeah you're right. But I think I know who they will talk to." Sam frowns in confusion as Dean smirks, "Who?"
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π»ππ ππππ πππππππ, the trio stand at the doorstep of the deceased home. Maeve is shifting around uncomfortably as Dean smirks towards her, she shoots him a dirty look. Sam looks just as uncomfortable, sighing in exasperation. Dean's hand, wearing his silver ring, reaches out to a doorbell. Sam pulls a face, his hair slicked back neatly. "This has gotta be a whole new low for us." Sam grunts out as Dean turns to smirk at him, then looks back at the door. A man opens the door, Sam and Dean are dressed as priests in black suits, and poor Maeve; who is Medusa, the legendary snake goddess who turns people to stone; is now wearing a nun outfit. She has never been so annoyed and offended in her life, when Dean suggested her outfit; she almost smacked him. She didn't when he explained that it was probably the only way they would be able to get close to the family since they couldn't pass off as relatives. She suggested other things, but Dean wasn't having it, and with the way he looked at her when she came out in it; Sam figured out exactly why his brother wouldn't budge on the subject.
Maeve was too busy sulking about the dress to notice her boyfriend's looks. The man in front of them, gives the trio a respectful nod before stepping aside to let them in, no questions asked. "Good Afternoon, I'm father Simmons, this is father Freeley, and this is Sister Lynn. We're new junior priests over at St. Augustine's, Sister here is with us on loan. May we come in?" Maeve subtly smacks Dean at his words, he smirks in response as he shoots her a wink. Sam rolls his eyes at the couple while the man glares at them for a moment. "Thanks." Dean gives the man a small smile as they move towards the family. "We're very sorry for your loss." Sam speaks up first, "It's in difficult times like these when the Lord's guidance is most needed." Dean says to a man who frowns in annoyance towards him. "Look, you wanna pitch your whole 'Lord has a plan' thing? Fine. Just don't pitch it to me. My brother's dead."
He grunts at Dean who raises a brow, Maeve scoffs lightly under her breath. "Dick." She mutters out, as Ms. Miller appears. "Roger. Please!" She begs lightly, her voice full of sorrow and exhaustion. Roger rolls his eyes and moves away from them. "Excuse me." He walks away from them as Ms. Miller smiles gently at them. "I'm sorry about my brother in law. He's...he's just so upset about Jim's death. Would you like some coffee?" She asks them, her eyes filling with tears for a split second before she blinks them back. "That would be great." Dean gives her a smile, she returns it before turning away towards the kitchen. Dean shoots his brother another look, Maeve giving him another huff as they move into the living room.
Five minutes later, Maeve and Dean are sitting on the lounge, Sam in an armchair. Ms. Miller pours coffee and hands it around. "It was wonderful of you to stop by. The support of the church means so much right now." She smiles at the gratefully, Dean gives a fake sympathetic smile back. "Of course. After all we are all God's children." She walks away and Dean immediately takes more cocktail sausages from the coffee table. Chewing contentedly, he looks at Sam shaking his head. "What?" Dean asks with a shrug, Maeve rolls her eyes at her boyfriend. "Just...tone it down a little bit, Father." Just before Ms. Miller returns, Dean reaches for another weenie only to have Maeve smack his hand away. He pouts for a split second, then turns his attention back towards the woman. "So Ms Miller, did your husband have a history of depression?" Maeve asks, turning to face the woman. "Nothing like that." She begins to get upset. "We had our ups and downs like everyone but we were happy." Breaking down, "I just don't understand... how Jim could do something like this."
"I'm so sorry you had to find him like that." Maeve smiles gently as she grabs the woman's hand. Ms. Miller smiles gratefully before gesturing behind her. "Actually, our son Max, he was the one who found him." Sam looks through the doors into the dining room and sees Max sitting in the corner, staring into space. "Do you mind if maybe, I go talk to him?" Sam asks, raising a sympathetic brow. "Oh thank you, Father." Sam approaches Max in the other room, while Maeve and Dean continue to talk with Ms. Miller. "Ms Miller you have a lovely home. How long have you lived here?" Dean asks, flashing the woman a smile. "We moved in about five years ago." She replies, "The only problem with these old houses. I bet you have all kind of headaches." He gives her an awkward smile as she cocks her head in confusion. Maeve couldn't help, but snort lightly, they really didn't know any other way to approach the subject. "Like what?"
"Well, weird leaks, electrical shortages, odd settling noises at night. That kind of thing." Dean responded, shrugging lightly as if it wasn't a big deal. "No, nothing like that. It's been perfect." Ms. Miller smiles, Maeve gives Dean a small nod. "Huh. May I use your restroom?" Dean asks, she smiles with a nod before gesturing upstairs. "Oh sure, it's just up the stairs." Dean rises, taking another cocktail sausage. Maeve shoots him a look as he gives her a wink in response, she then gives Ms. Miller a smile before standing to go talk to other people for a moment.
Dean enters the hallway. Checking the coast is clear, he pulls an infer-red thermal scanner from his pocket and turns it on, shining it into rooms as he passes. As he reaches the end of the hall he hears footsteps coming up the stairs and hastily hides the scanner. Sam and Maeve appear in the hallway, watching him with raised eyebrows. "Anything?" Sam asks his brother, "Zip." They move back down the stairs together.
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π©πππ ππ πππ πππππ, Maeve is reading a book while Dean cleans his weapons, Sam soon enters the room. "What do you have?" Dean asks, the couple looking up at the long haired man. "A whole lotta nothing. Nothing bad has happened in the Miller house since it was built." Maeve frowns, "What about the land?" She asks, Sam sighs before sinking onto his bed. "No grave yards, battle fields, tribal lands or any other kind of atrocity on or near the property." He responds, "Hey, man I told you, I searched that house up and down. No cold spots, sulfer scent. Nada." Dean explains, continuing his gun cleaning, Maeve finally looking towards him. She found him extremely attractive while he cleans his weapons, hell anything he did was extremely attractive and he knew it. Especially, since he shoots her a wink, smug bastard. "And the family said everything was normal?" Sam asks, "Well, if there was a demon or poltergiest in there you think somebody would have noticed something? I used the infer-red thermal scanner man, and there was nothing."
"So what, you think Jim Miller killed himself and my dream was just some sorta freakish coincidence?" Sam asks, nibbling on his nails. "I dunno. I'm pretty sure there's nothing supernatural about that house." Sam sighs, rubbing his temples. "Yeah. Well, maybe it has nothing to do with the house." He takes a deep breath, holding his head. "Maybe it's just...Gosh" He continues holding his hand to his forehead, Maeve watches him with a frown as she sets her book down. "Maybe it's connected to Jim in some other way?" Sam winces again, "What's wrong with you?" Dean frowns in confusion. Sam making anguished noises and sinking from the bed to crouch on the floor. "Ahh. My head." Maeve quickly falls to his side as Dean leaving his bed. "Sam? Hey..." He crouches and helps Maeve grab Sam's arms. "Hey! What's going on? Talk to me." Sam stares at Dean; Maeve and Dean watch with a frown as Sam suddenly loses focus. He was clearly having another vision.
"It's happening again. Something's gunna kill Roger Miller."
A few minutes later, Dean is driving, Maeve sits in the back while Sam speaks slowly into his phone, holding his head. "Roger Miller. Ah no, just the address please. Ok, thanks." He turns to Dean, "450 West Grove, Apartment 1120." Sam gave Dean the address as Maeve leaned forward to look at him. "You ok?" She asked gently, Dean gives her a smile as he watches her. "Yeah." Sam responds, his own lips pulling into a small smile as the boys' hearts soared for her. She was so caring, it was almost hard to believe that she was the snake goddess known as Medusa. "If you're gunna hurl, I'll pull the car over you know, cause the upholstery..." Dean speaks up, trying to change the subject. "I'm fine." Sam sighs, his head turning to face out the window. "All right." Dean nods gently, "Just drive." Sam looks at Dean once more, sighes heavily, and looks away.
"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." Maeve and Dean watch Sam with sympathy as he tears up a little. "Come on man, you'll be all right. It'll be fine." Dean gives his brother a pat on the back and a small smile, "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?" Maeve frowns as she looks down for a moment, he had a point; good questions as well. Maeve didn't know why either, but she did know that they would figure it out together. "I don't know, Sam, but we'll figure it out. We've faced the unexplainable every day. This is just another thing." Dean explains gently, "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 pauses, after staring straight ahead for a long moment. "This doesn't freak me out. I mean, my girlfriend is Medusa, if you think this freaks me out, you're crazy." Maeve smiles as Dean shoots her a smirk while Sam gives a small laugh, shaking his head then turns away.
The Impala pulls up as Roger approaches the entrance with a bag of groceries. Sam leans his head out the window, "Hey, Roger." He calls out to the man who turns to face them with a confused frown. "What are you guys, missionaries? Leave me alone." The man grumbles out with a glare, "Please!" But Roger is gone. Dean guns the engine, jumping the curb as he hurriedly parks. Sam gets out and run after him, Maeve quickly moves to follow him. Dean shouts after them, "Hey. Roger. We're trying to help!" Maeve calls to the man, "Please! Hey, hey hey hey!" Sam runs up to the entrance just as Roger closes the door it behind him. "I don't want your help." Maeve runs up, panting as Roger walks away. Sam continues to call after him, "We're not priests, you gotta listen to us!" Dean finally catches up just as Sam finished speaking. "Roger, you're in danger!"
"Dean, Sam." Maeve calls out, looking after and finding a way around. "Come on. Come on." Maeve, Sam and Dean run around the corner to a back entrance, it is securely locked. Dean quickly looks around then kicks it open, Maeve moves in first. They jump to the first level of the fire escape then run up the stairs. When they are one floor from Roger's house, they hear the window slide down and a wet squelching noise. Sam freezes, Dean and Maeve sprint past him, Maeve comes to a stop with wide eyes as Dean slams against the railing. Roger's head lies in the flower bed under the window, his blood all over the kitchen window. Sam joins them, after a long pause, Dean pulls material from his pocket, throwing one to Sam and starts to wipe down the railing. "Start wiping down your fingerprints, we don't want the cops to know we were here. Come on, come on!" Dean uses his rag to push up the window leading out to the fire escape. "I'm gunna take a look inside." Maeve nods, Dean quickly gives her a peck on the lips before making his way inside. Sam continues wiping down the metal railing.
While, Dean checks out the inside, Maeve turns to Sam with a sad look. "Are you okay?" She asks gently, placing a hand on his shoulder. He slowly looks up at her, his eyes shining with tears before he nodded. "Yeah, I will be. Thanks, Maeve." She nods back in response, the two of them moving to wait for Dean. Soon, Dean climbs out of the window and the trio head down back towards the street. "I'm telling you there was nothing in there. No signs either, just like the Miller's house." Dean insists, Maeve walking on his right side as Sam walks on his left. "I saw something, in the vision. Like a dark shape. Something was..." A car honks and Dean stops Sam and Maeve from crossing the street, letting the car pass first. "Something was stalking Roger." Sam replies with a frown, "Whatever it was, are you sure it's not connected to their house?" Maeve asks, leaning forward a bit as she walks to look around Dean at Sam. "No, it's connected to the family themselves. So what do you think, like a vengeful spirit?" Sam asks, the trio arriving at the impala.
"Well yeah, there's a few that have been known to latch onto families, follow them for years." They climb inside, "Angiak. Banshees." Maeve raised a brow at his words, "Basically like a curse. So maybe Roger and Jim Miller got involved in something heavy, something curse worthy." Dean responds with a small nod in agreement, "And now the something is out for revenge. And the men in their family are dying." Maeve speaks up from the back, both brothers nodding in agreement at her words. "Hey, you think Max is in Danger?" Sam asks, "Let's figure it out before he is." Dean replies, starting up the impala. "Well, I know one thing I have in common with these people." Sam sighs out, "What's that?" Maeve and Dean ask together. "Both our families are cursed." Dean huffs with a frown, "Our family's not cursed! We just...had our dark spots." Maeve snorts lightly at his choice of words. "Our dark spots are...pretty dark." Sam replies with a raised eyebrow towards his brother. "You're...dark."
"Wow, Dean. Real original come back."
"Shut it, Maeve."
"I'm sorry?"
"I mean, I love you."
"That's what I thought."
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π©πππ ππ πππ ππππππ πππππ, Max leads Sam, Maeve and Dean inside, they are back to wearing their priests and nun outfits. "My Mom's resting, she's pretty wrecked." Max explains gently, his eyes scanning over the trio; Maeve shivers slightly in discomfort at his wondering eyes. Dean frowns at her body language before moving in a little closer to her. "Of course." Dean gives Max a small nod, who looks away from Maeve when he steps in front of her. "All these people kept coming with like, casseroles? I finally had to tell them all to go away. You know cause nothing says I'm sorry like a tuna casserole." Sam smiles at Max, who smiles back. Max gestures to the lounge and they all take seats. There is a moments silence, then Sam sighs. "How you holding up?" He speaks up softly, "Ok." Max shrugs lightly. "Your dad and your uncle were close." Sam states, Maeve and Dean looking around the room. "Yeah, I guess. I mean, they were brothers. They used to hang out all the time when I was little."
"But not lately much?" Maeve asks, her voice speaking up as she finally looks back towards Max. "No, it's not that. It's just...we used to be neighbours when I was a kid, and we lived across town in this house. Uncle Roger lived next door, so he was over all the time." Max explained to the trio, "Right. So how was it in that house when you were a kid?" Sam asks, raising a brow towards the young boy who shifts uncomfortably. "It was fine. Why?" He grunts out, "All good memories? Do you remember anything unusual? Something involving your father and your uncle maybe?" Dean questions, Max shakes his head. "What do ya...why do you ask?" Dean shrugs, "Just a question." He gives the young boy a quick glare before looking away again. "No, there was nothing. We were totally normal. Happy." Maeve raises a brow, he was lying. "Good. That's good. Well you must be exhausted. We should take off." The trip stand up, "Right." Sam turns to Max. "Thanks."
"Yeah." The trio step outside and walk down the drive to stand beside the Impala. "No one's family is totally normal and happy. See when he was talking about his old house?" Dean starts, turning to face his brother and girlfriend who nod in response. "He was lying." Maeve spoke up, Sam sighs. "He sounded scared." Sam looks troubled, "Yeah, Max isn't telling us everything. I say we go find the old neighbourhood, find out what life was really like for the Millers." Dean starts to take off his collar, Maeve ripping off her head cover as the three clambered in the impala to take a look at the old neighborhood.
An hour and a change of clothes later, Maeve, Sam and Dean stand on the footpath, talking to a man in his front yard. "Have you lived in the neighbourhood very long?" Sam asks the man, "Yeah, almost 20 years now. It's nice and quiet. Why, you looking to buy?" The man responds back with a nod, his eyes scanning over the trio in confusion. "No, no, actually, we were wondering if you might recall a family that used to live right across the street I believe." Maeve speaks up, giving the man a smile. "Yeah, the Millers. They had a little boy called Max." Dean makes a low gesture, "Right." Sam and Maeve speak together with nods. The man gives a small sigh, his face pulling into a grimace. "I remember. The brother had the place next door. So uh, what's this about, is that poor kid ok?" The trio make eye contact with one another, their faces filled with worry and confusion. "What do you mean?" Medusa speaks up, "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."
"This was going on regularly?" Sam asks in horror, his face falling in sadness. "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." The man explains, "Now, you said step-mother." Dean speaks up with a frown. "I think his real mother died. Some sorta...accident. Car accident I think." Sam has his hand to his head and is grimacing. "Are you ok there?" The man asks, Maeve and Dean turn to face him with worried looks. Sam continues to wince in pain, "Uh, yeah." Dean holds an arm out toward Sam. "Thanks for your time." Sam lifts his hands to his head, as Maeve grabs his other side to help him. "Yeah, thank you." They turn to go, Maeve and Dean supporting Sam. "God." Sam looks up and the words spins, he is having another vision. While, he does, Maeve and Dean hold him against the impala to wait and keep him steady.
They are back in the impala, heading towards the Miller house once more. "Max is doing it. Everything I've been seeing." Sam grunts out, his hand gripping his hand for a moment. His headache not going away, Maeve watches from the back in worry. "You sure about this?" Dean asks, "Yeah, I saw him." Sam nods in confirmation, he was definitely sure about it. "How's he pulling it off?" Maeve and Dean ask together, seeming especially in tune with each other than usual. "I don't know, telekinesis?" Sam asks with a shrug, "What so he's psychic, a spoon bender?" Dean asks, his voice filled with sarcasm. "I didn't even realize it, but this whole 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?" Sam rants out in a panic, his face filled with worry about this situation. "What are you talking about. The dude's nothing like you."
"Well. We both have psychic abilities, we both..." Sam pauses, Maeve watches as Dean turns to look at his brother with wide eyes. "Both what? Sam, Max is a monster, he's already killed two people, now he's gunning for a third." Dean snapped at Sam, he hated the fact that his younger brother was comparing himself to a killer like Max. "Well, with what he went through, the beatings, to want revenge on those people? I'm sorry but it doesn't sound insane." Maeve winces slightly at Dean's darkened glare he shot towards Sam. "Yeah, but it doesn't justify murdering your entire family!" Maeve looks down, her face sad. She had spent years killing person after person because of a curse someone she thought of as family, put on her. "Dean..." Maeve speaks up gently, her voice full of sadness. Dean sighs, pulling over at Max's house. "He's no different from anything else we've hunted, all right? We gotta end him." Maeve flinches slightly at his words, she still had a small part of her that wasn't sure he wouldn't want to hunt her down later. "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." Dean snaps in anger, "No way. Forget it." Sam insists, Dean sighs as he turns off the engine. "Sam..." Dean makes eye contact with Maeve in the rearview mirror who looks back at him with sad eyes. "Dean. He's a person. We can talk to him. Hey, promise me you'll follow my lead on this one." Dean lets out a small sigh, he knew Maeve was worried about this. She kept comparing herself to Max, same as Sam. After a long pause, he finally speaks up. "All right fine. But I'm not letting him hurt anybody else. Especially not you or my girl." Dean snips out, his body moves as he leaves the impala. The trio soon burst through the front door, Ms. Miller and Max turn to face them. "Fathers? Sister?" Maeve groans lightly, she really didn't appreciate being called that. "What are you doing here?"
Dean speaks up, awkwardly. "Ahh, sorry to interrupt." Max has tears in his eyes, Maeve takes note on his movement to hide the knife he had probably been going to use. "Max, can we talk to you outside for just one second?" Max looks between them with suspicious eyes, "About what?" He asks, his face turning into a glare when the trio tense up. "It's...it's private. We wouldn't want to bother your mother with it." Sam turns to Ms. Miller. "We won't be long at all though, I promise." Max looks at his mother, then back. "Ok." Sam smiles in relief, "Great." Dean, Maeve and Sam turn for the door, Max follows. As Dean grasps the doorknob he turns back to smile at Max. Max sees the butt of the pistol in Dean's waistband in the hall mirror. Suddenly, the knob is pulled from Dean's hand and the door slams shut, as do the wooden window blinds all around the room. Max starts backing up, "You're not priests." Dean draws his gun, but Max uses his power to pull it away, sliding it across the floor to where he can pick it up. He hold's it on the trio, Maeve rolls her eyes in slight annoyance. Sure, it would hurt like a bitch but he couldn't shoot all three of them. "Max, What's happening?"
"Shut up." Max snaps toward his mother, "What are you doing?" Using his power, Max flings Ms. Miller backwards. She hits her head on the kitchen bench and falls to the ground unconcious. "I said shut up!" Sam holds up his hands, "Max, calm down." Max turns back to them with a dark look on his face. "Who are you?" He asks, "We just wanna talk." Sam breaths out gently, "Yeah right, that's why you bought this!" Max shouts, indicating the gun. "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 speaks up, "About what?" Maeve's eyes draw onto his shaking hand, her body slowly inching away from the boys. "I saw you do it. I saw you kill your Dad and your Uncle before it happened." Sam continues, Maeve almost wanted to kiss him for distracting the boy long enough for her to move. "What?" Max asks, "I'm having visions, Max. About you." Dean shoots Sam a look, before his eyes dart to Maeve. They widen slightly, taking notice of the distance she put between them. "You're crazy."
Dean scoffed under his breath, "So what, you weren't gunna launch a knife at your stepmom?" Sam taps 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 shakes his head, crying. "No one can help me." He utters out, "Let me try, we'll just talk, me and you. We'll get Dean, Maeve and Alice out of here." Maeve pauses for a moment, "Uh-huh. No way." Sam, Maeve and Dean look up as the chandelier begins to shake. "Nobody leaves this house!" Maeve rolls her eyes and moves forward towards Max, "Maeve!" The boys shout when he turns the gun on her, she continues moving towards him though. "What are you doing?! Stop, I'll shoo..." Her right hand swings back and punches him square in the jaw, he falls to the floor and everything stops. "You talk too much." Maeve turns to face Sam and Dean who are staring at her with wide eyes. "You get your five minutes." She breathes out, shaking her hand before gesturing to the unconscious Ms. Miller. "We'll be upstairs." Dean moves to pick up Ms. Miller, both boys still in silent shock as Maeve follows after him. "And pick up the gun, Sam."
Five minutes later, Maeve and Dean were still arguing about how dangerous it was for her to do what she did, Ms. Miller had just woken up for her painfully unconscious nap. She sat watching them fight, "Just don't do that again, I can't lose you!" Dean snaps towards Maeve who sighs, "Ok, I'm sorry." She utters out, Dean shakes his head before grabbing her by the waist and pulling her into a kiss. "I love you." He breathes out, she smiles up at his as she softly caresses his cheek. "I love you, too." A loud bang breaks them apart, Dean and Maeve immediately prepare themselves as Max comes barreling in the room. He throws Dean back, trying to do the same to Maeve but she doesn't budge. "Won't work on me, buddy boy." She raises a brow with a sarcastic expression. The gun, in midair, turns to point at Ms. Miller. She pauses, Max gives her a pointed look, "You move for me. She dies." Maeve sighs and backs away, moving to help Dean stand up. "Max. No." Dean pushes Maeve back and steps in front of her, the gun turns to point at him.
"Stay back. It's not about you." Max hissed, getting really annoyed by the couple. "You're going to kill her you gotta go through me first." Dean grunts out, "Ok." The door bursts open and Sam comes in. "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." Max is a mess, he is shaking, sweaty, in tears. He stares at Sam, anguished. Suddenly, he relaxes a little, his face clears. "You're right." Sam smiles at him, but Max swings the gun away from Dean to point it at himself, he shoots himself in the head. "NO!" Everyone stares in shock, disbelief and horror as Max's body falls to the ground and Ms. Miller screams.
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Sometimes, she thinks she's too far gone, but she can't kill herself; part of the reason she hated herself as much as she did. "When I think about how he looked at me man, right before. I shoulda done something." They continue forward towards the impala. "Come on man, you risked your life. I mean yeah, maybe if we had gotten there 20 years earlier." They move to either side of the Impala. "Well I'll tell you one thing. We're lucky we had Dad." Dean paused, looking astounded... and pleased. "Well, I never thought I'd hear you say that." Dean laughs sarcastically, "Well, it coulda gone a whole other way after Mom. I 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 opens the door for Maeve to get in, shutting it behind her and turning back to look at Max's house. "All things considered."
Back at the motel, Sam places a bag in the trunk of the Impala which is backed up to the door, and returns inside. Maeve and Dean are packing their own bags, "Dean, I've been thinking." Sam speaks up, looking towards his brother. "Well, that's never a good thing." Maeve teases, zipping up her bag and tossing it over her shoulder. "I'm serious. I been thinking, this demon, whatever it is. Why would it kill Mom, and Jessica, and Max's Mother, you know? What does it want?" The couple pause, "I have no idea." Dean breaths out, finishing up his own bag. "Well, you think, maybe, it was after us? After Max and me?" Sam continues to question, "Why would you think that?" Dean asks his brother with a sharp glare. "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." Dean tells Sam gently, his places a hand on his brother's shoulder as Maeve watches them with a small smile. "Then, what is it about?" Sam asks, "It's about this damn thing that did this to our family. This thing we're gunna find and kill. That's all." Dean grunts out, moving towards the door. He grabs Maeve's bag as he passes by her, "Actually, there's uh...something else too." Sam looks between them with scared eyes. "Ah jeez what." Dean sighs dramatically, and jokingly towards his brother. "When Max left me in that closet, with that big cabinet against the door...I moved it." Dean and Maeve pause, neither seem to shocked though. "Huh. You got a little more upper body strength than I gave you credit for." Dean laughs it off, Sam sighs with a shake of his head. "No man, I moved it. Like, Max."
Dean pauses, and looks towards Maeve with a small frown on his face. "Oh." Silence follows suit, Dean slowly nods, he could handle this. His girlfriend is Medusa and his brother is a little freaky, he's totally got this. Dean speaks softly, "Right." He throws his bag down. "Yeah." Sam and Maeve watch in confusion as Dean picks up a spoon. "Bend this." Maeve scoffs lightly with a small laugh as Sam gives his brother a frustrated look. "I can't just turn it on and off Dean." Sam snips, "Well, how'd you do it?" Maeve asks, raising a brow towards Sam. "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." Maeve flinches lightly at his words, he saw Dean die. "Yeah, well I'm sure it won't happen again." Dean shrugs it off, "Yeah, maybe. Aren't you worried man. Aren't you worried I could turn into Max or something?" Dean immediately shakes his head, if he had love and faith for Medusa; his Maeve, then he sure as hell could believe in his brother. "Nope. No way. You know why?"
"No. Why?" Sam asks, "Cause you got one advantage Max didn't have." Dean smirks towards his brother. "Dad? Because Dad's not here Dean." Sam asks with a glare. "No. Me." Dean continues smirking, "As long as I'm around, nothing bad is gunna happen to you." Sam does puppy dog look, Dean slings his bag over his shoulder and moves back toward Sam. "Now then. I know what we need to do about your premonitions. I know where we have to go." Dean shoots a wink towards Maeve who cocks her head to the side in confusion. "Where?" Sam asks, Dean makes a deadpan face. "Vegas." Dean grins at Sam, who tilts his head, looks away, looks back, does bitchface and walks out the door to the car. "What? Come on man. Craps tables. We'd clean up! Maeve?! Babe?! Come on!" Dean follows Maeve and Sam to the door and pauses on the threshold. He considers what Sam had said, looking very thoughtful, then turns to pull the door closed.
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