Supernatural: Anastasia Steele

Chapter 27. Max Miller

Deans POV

In the morning, Max leads the three of us into the house, me and Sam are back in our priests outfits. "My mom's resting, she's pretty wrecked." Max tells us. "Of course." I nod as we walk into the living room. "All these people keep coming with like, casseroles? I finally had to tell all to go away. You know, because nothing says I'm sorry like a tuna casserole." Max gestures towards the row of casseroles in the kitchen.

We smile at Max, who smiles back at us. Then he gestures to the lounge and we all take a seat. There's a moment of silence before Sam speaks up. "How you holding up?" He asks, softly. "Okay." Max replies. "You're dad and your uncle were close." Ana says and Max shrugs. "Yeah I guess. I mean, they were brothers. They used to hang out all the time when I was little." He replies.

"But not lately much?" Sam asks. "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 used to live next door, so he was over all the time." Max replies and Ana looks at me. "What?" I say lowly. "I feel likes he's hiding something." She whispers back and I frown.

"Right. So how was it in that house when you were a kid?" She asks him. "It was fine. Why?" Max ask, in slight fear. "All good memories? Do you remember anything unusual? Something involving your father and your uncle maybe?" I ask him and Max shakes his head. "What do yo...why do you ask?" He ask.

"Just a question." I shrug. "No, there was nothing. We were totally normal. Happy." He says and Ana raises her eyebrow at him. "Good. That's good. Well, you must be exhausted. We should take off." I say as I look at Ana and Sam. "Thanks." Sam says to Max. "Yeah." Max mutters as we leave the house.

"No one's family is totally normal and happy. See when he was talking about his old house?" I ask as we walk down the street, towards the Impala. "He sounded scared." Sam says. "Yeah, Max isn't telling us everything. We should go find the old neighbourhood, find out what life was really like for the Millers." Ana suggests and I nod. "Couldn't have said it better myself, sweetheart."

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Ana's POV

After Dean and Sam change back to their normal clothes, the three of us stand on the footpath of another suburban neighbourhood, 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 asks. "No, no, actually, we were wondering if you might recall a family that used to live right across the street, I believe." I say to him.

"Yeah, the Millers. Had a little boy named Max." Dean says. "Yeah I remember. The brother had a place next door. So uh, what this about, is that poor kid okay?" He asks. "What do you mean?" Sam asks as we all give him a curious look. "Well, in my life I have never seen a child be 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 off." The man replies.

"This was going on regularly?" I ask him. "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's just stand there, checked out, not lifting a finger to protect him. I must of called the police seven or eight times. Never did any good." The man says. "You said stepmother." Dean says curiously. "I think his real mother died. Some sorta...accident. Car accident, I think." The man says as I place a hand to my head, grimacing.

"Are you okay there?" The man asks and I look at Sam to see him doing the same as me. "Uh, yeah." We wince. "Thanks for your time." Dean says as he tries to lead us away. "Yeah, thank you." Sam says as we walk away. "God." I groan as I look up and feel like the world is spinning.