The Winchester Three (S1): The Beginning

Ch 8 Section 3

 In the impala...

"Max is doing it." Sam rubbed his head from the aftereffects of the vision, "Everything I've been seeing."

"You sure about this?"

"Yeah, I saw him."

Angel ran a hand over her face, "Well how's he pulling it off?"

"I don't know, like telekinesis?"

"What, so he's psychic?" Dean asked, "A spoon bender?"

Angel looked to Sam pointedly, "That's probably the connection we were looking for between the two of you."

Sam scoffed, "I didn't even realize it but this whole time, he was there. He was outside 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! The thing is I don't get why." He frowned as he stared out the window, "I guess... because we're so alike?"

"What are you talking about?" Dean bristled, "The dude's nothing like you."

"Well... We both have psychic abilities, we both..."

"Both what?" Dean quipped, "Sam, 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, man, I hate to say it, but it's not that insane."

"Yeah but it doesn't justify murdering your entire family!"

"Dean..." Angel looked over, "That kind of abuse can drive anyone to do crazy things. He's not thinking right."

Dean pulled over at Max's house not changing his stance, "He's no different from anything else we've hunted, alright? We gotta end him."

Sam looked at him crazily, "We're not going to kill Max."

"He's just a kid Dean!"

"Then what? Hand him over to the cops and say 'Lock him up officer; he kills with the power of his mind.'?"

"No way." Sam disagreed, "Forget it."

Dean turned off the engine, "Sam..."

"Dean!" Angel scoffed, "For Christ sakes he's an abused kid. This decision is so not up for debate."

"We can talk to him." Sam offered as Dean didn't look convinced, "Hey, promise me you'll follow my lead on this one."

Dean paused for a few minutes, "Alright fine. But I'm not letting him hurt anybody else."

He removed his Taurus pistol from the glove compartment, glaring at Sam before opening the door.

Inside the house, Ms. Miller was by the kitchen counter, just like in Sam's vision, "You know I never did anything."

"That's right. You didn't do anything. You didn't stop them, not once!"

When Sam, Angel and Dean burst through the front door, Ms. Miller jumped around to face them in confusion, "Sister? Fathers?"

Max scowled at the three of them, "What are you doing here?"

"Um..." Dean looked between them, "Sorry to interrupt."

Angel turned to Ms. Miller, "We just need some of your son's time. Quick minute."

"Max..." Sam turned his puppy dog eyes over to him, "Can we, uh, can we talk to you outside?"