Sad Supernatural Imagines :'(

Risk it. (Part 2)

She slept still, and quiet.
Unaware that the man she loved had crept into her bed that night, and simply laid beside her, studying her face.
It was so rigid during the day, when her guard was up.
Now as she slept her face was pure, and thoughtless.
He put a hand on Max's cheek, dragging his thumb across her soft skin.
Closing his eyes, he wiped memories of himself from her head, seeing them as they went by.
When she first fell for Castiel, when he rescued her from death.
All of it either gone or changed.
He hated every second of it, knowing that no matter what decision he made it would result in them being distant.
It felt like an eternity, but a few moments later it was done.
He left her room, and saw Sam and Dean waiting on the outside.
They patted him on his shoulders, giving him pitiful looks.
Dean leaned in close to Cas.
"You did the right thing, buddy."
Cas nodded and walked away from them, not allowing for them to console him anymore.
He had to deal with his sins on his own, so he left that night, and he drank.
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(One week later.)
Max rose from her bed, angry as always.
She showered and dressed herself before strolling into the kitchen, not bothering to greet anyone until they've all had they're share of coffee that morning.
Castiel watched as she poured her coffee.
Her face hovering above the mug to test how hot it was before taking a sip.
She passes Sam, giving him a quick peck on the cheeks, and sits across the table next to Dean.
They gave each other a slight nod to say good morning.
"Good morning, Maxine."
Max looked up from her mug at Cas who was smiling at her awkwardly.
She raises an eyebrow, but smiles anyway.
"Morning, angel."
Cas dropped his smile and looked away.
"So get this. I think that we have a case."
Sam says obtrusively, but thankfully breaking the unpleasant silence.
All eyes are on Sam as he waits for a response that he soon realizes he's not going to get.
He clears his throat gruffly.
"Right. It's a djinn. The jelly kind."
Max groans.
"Of course they are. I hate those little shits."
Dean chuckled at her discomfort and drank the last bit of his coffee.
"Okay. Let's hit the road."
Max and Sam chugged the rest of their coffees and followed Dean out of the room.
They all realized that Cas still sat at the table.
"Cas."
"Hm."
"C'mon. We're leaving."
Castiel got up, obeying Sam, but he stumbled trying to gain balance.
Max titled her head as she watched him fumble around with his tie.
She leaned her head over to Dean.
"What's up with feathers?"
Dean squinted hard.
"I...I think he's drunk again."
Castiel looked up at them and almost slipped on his own shoe.
"Oh dear god. He's hammered. That's like the fifth time this week."
She whispered to herself.
"What in all hell are we supposed to do with a pie-eyed angel?"
Max asks Dean quietly, as to not upset Cas.
"I mean...dudes had a hard week. A plastered angel is better than no angel I guess."
She scoffs and laughs.
"I beg to differ."
Sam chuckles and helps Cas stand properly.
Walking him to the impala.
"Here we go."
He grunts pushing Castiel fully into the backseat.
Max sits beside him, keeping her distance.
He reeked of liquor, but it's not like Max minded.
She was used to that from living with the Winchester boys.
The drive through the city was rather short comparing to the usual lengths of their road trips, but Max couldn't be in that car for another second with Cas.
All he ever did was make weird comments and talk on and on about bees of all things.
He was driving her crazy.
Finally, they arrived at their motel where they would be shacked up for the next couple days.
"Alright, me and Max are gonna go down to the Sheriffs office and get some more Intel on the kills. You have to stay here with Lindsay Lohan over there, cause there's no way I'm getting stuck babysitting."
Sam says quietly as he pulls Dean and Max out of the room.
Dean scoffs readying his rebuttal, but swiftly gets cut off.
"Yeah, seriously. I'm really getting sick of being around that thing. He's so...off. Look Sam's not doing it, and I'm sure as hell not either, so that leaves you, lover boy."
She kisses Dean on his cheek and skips out to the impala.
Sam shrugs and follows her out.
Dean sighs loudly, reentering the room to find Cas laying face down on the floor.
"Great."
He mutters to himself before picking Cas up and placing him on the bed with an ice pack on his chest.
Dean tosses him a bottle of painkillers, watching as Castiel downs the entire bottle.
"Cas...really? Look I know that you doing what you did was hard but-"
"No. Stop. You don't know. You don't. I lost everything, and I didn't even think about it twice, because I thought I was doing the right thing...but there is no such thing as the right thing. It's all crap. She thinks I'm some sort of robot, and I knew that she would. I ruined her, on purpose. She was so nice to me, and people are never nice to me."
Cas slurred resting his chin on a pillow.
"Then why'd you do it? If you loved her so much...why?""
He lowered his brows thinking sadly about what he'd done.
"I wanted to keep her safe. In order to do that I had to get her as far away from me as possible. Emotionally speaking."
Dean walked over to Cas and placed his hand on his arm, squeezing lightly.
"Dude, what you did...it takes guts. You know where the road would have gone if you let her continue feeling the way she did. She'd let her guard down around you, and that would've impaired her hunting. Max is one tough son of a bitch, but she still could've gotten hurt. Not for nothing, Cas, but I really think you made the right choice."
Cas wished that Dean was right, but the answer was unclear.
-
"It always has to be some gross abandoned warehouse. Why can't monsters shack up in like a Holiday Inn?"
Max whispered as she and Sam stalked along the side of the building.
It turns out, they got loads more information than they had expected to.
So, they both decided it would be best if they just made their move.
No need to waste perfect daylight, besides Dean had his hands full with Cas.
Max and Sam made a great team when it came down to hunting.
They shared the same motive, the kill, no feelings or worries attached.
While Max and Dean were like siblings, her and Sam were barely friends, and they thought it was best that way.
It was definitely easier.
"Shut up. Look."
Sam said quietly pointing at the entrance.
There she was, dressed in a yellow pantsuit.
"You'd think she'd dress less brightly for an undertaker."
She heard Sam's quiet chuckle.
"A mortician is a damn good cover up."
They made their way through the back door, sneaking all the way into the building that absolutely stunk of death.
Max looked at Sam, giving him the heads up that she was going to split from him.
He nodded, wanting to cover more ground.
Max walked off in another direction.
This part of the warehouse was nicer than the rest of it.
Cleaner for sure.
A part of her knew she stumbled into the bitch's living quarters.
"Oh. Crap."
Not a moment later, she was out like a light.
-
Sam ran for his life, holding his phone to his ear, giving Dean the 411 on what in the hell was going on.
Dean hurried off to where they were with a recovering Castiel sprawled across the backseat.
He busted through the front door of the building, Cas right on his tail, the first thing they came into contact with was a scared shitless Sam.
"Oh god, it's just you."
Sam said, panting severely.
"Yeah it's just us. Where the hell is Max?"
Dean asks holding Sam up from collapsing.
"I don't know...we split up-"
"I'll find her."
Cas said, pushing past the boys and running off deeper into the building.
They looked at each other and groaned.
"Did you kill the djinn?"
Sam squinted, annoyed.
"Does it look like I've killed the fucking djinn?"
Dean rolls his eyes, but helps Sam track down where the Djinn was.
"Hey there genie. You gonna give me my three wishes, or what?"
Dean asks scarily, a blade to the djinn's stomach.
The monster laughed, not bothering to run.
"Go ahead...you're too late. You can't save your little girlfriend. She's too far gone."
Dean's eye twitched, and he mercilessly dug the blade deep into her gut, watching the blue light flicker from her eyes.
"Bitch."
Dean turns around and notices that Sam is completely gone.
"SAM?"
Dean shouts.
"Dean! Over here!"
He hears Castiel's voice echoed from another part of the warehouse.
He runs towards to noise and cringes.
Max's body was limp, strapped to a pole, and right next to Sam, who was unconscious.
However, she was alive.
Dean knew that she wouldn't be for very much longer.
He runs up to Cas who is kneeling beside her.
"Could you heal her?"
He turns to look at him.
"No...It was too late for me. Sam is gonna have to pull her out."
They waited for almost ten minutes.
Sam was the first to wake up, and he was completely terrified.
He rushed over to Max, untying her.
"C'mon Max...C'mon."
He muttered holding her head in his hands.
Max's eyes shot open, and she began to cry.
She wrapped her arms around Sam and sobbed into his shoulder.
"It's okay, Max...I know."
They all knew what she had seen, the horror she must have been put through.
And now, Sam had seen it.
He understood.
Sam backed away from her, giving her room to breathe.
Max sits idle for a moment, staring directly at the floor, but she looks up.
She looks directly at Cas, tears forming in her bloodshot eyes.
Max grits her teeth, hard.
"I remember. I remember everything."
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(There's only gonna be a part three if I feel enough people think I should wrap the story up in a pretty little bow.)