The Winchester Three (S1): The Beginning

Ch 8 Section 4

Sam shifted forward in his seat, "Listen to me, Max. What your Dad said, about what happened to your Mom, it's real."

"What?"

"It happened to my Mom too, exactly the same. My nursery, my crib, my Dad saw her on the ceiling."

"Your Dad must have been as drunk as mine."

"No, no. It's the same thing, Max. The same thing killed our mothers."

"That's impossible."

"This must be why I'm having visions during the day..." Sam mused, still in shock at the revelation he just discovered, "Why they're getting more intense. Cause you and I must be connected in some way. Your abilities, they started 6-7 months ago right, out of the blue?"

"How'd you know that?"

"Cause that's when my abilities started Max. Yours seem to me much further along but still, this has to mean something right? I mean, for some reason, you and I... you and I were chosen."

"For what?"

"I don't know." He shook his head, "But Dean, Angel and I, my siblings and I, we're hunting for your Mom's killer. We can find answers, answers that can help us both. But you gotta let us go Max. You gotta let your stepmother go."

Max stayed silent for a second as he thought but dismissed Sam, "No. What they did to me... I still have nightmares. I'm so scared all the time, like I'm just waiting for that next beating. I'm so sick of being scared all the time." He angrily got up and stormed away from Sam, "I just want this to be over!"

"It won't." Sam stood and quickly ran in front of him, "Don't you get it? The nightmares won't end, Max. Not like this. It's just... more pain. And it makes you as bad as them. Max, you don't have to go through all this by yourself."

"I'm sorry."

Max used his powers to fling Sam backwards into the hall closest and slam the door. He looked across the room and a tall, heavy, hallway bookshelf slid in front of the doors, blocking Sam in.

Sam banged on the doors, "No! Max!"

Upstairs...

Ms. Miller sat on the bed with Dean crouched beside her. He held a facecloth to her bleeding forehead as Angel sat beside her trying to console her. The door creaked open on its own before Max walked in. Dean and Angel both got up as they sent each other looks of worry. Dean stepped forward further as Angel shuffled the woman behind her. Dean carefully moved toward Max as the door slammed behind him. Within a beat, Max sent Dean flying into the wall with a painful thud.

He groaned in pain from the impact, "Son of a-

Ms. Miller gasped in shock and fear, "Max!"

"Dean!" Angel turned to go to her brother's side but stopped when Max took out Dean's pistol with shaking hands, "Max... just listen to me. You don't wanna do this. Not really."

"Yes... I do."

As Dean got up and walked towards him, Angel grabbed his arm, "Dean don't."

"It's okay." He brushed her off, "He's not gonna shoot, are ya Max?"

He stopped his advance when Max let go of the gun, leaving it floating in mid air. The trigger cocked before the gun turned to point at Ms. Miller, who was still cowering behind Angel. Dean immediately stepped in front of them.

"Stay back." Max warned, "This is not about you or her. This is about my stepmom."

Dean glared, "You wanna kill her you gotta go through me first."

Conviction shined in Maxs eyes, "Okay."

"Max..." Angel tensed, "Don't do-"

The gun fired abruptly. Blood splattered over the wall as well as all over Angel as she jumped in shock. Dean, with a bullet hole in the middle of his forehead, eyes blank, wavered for a second before collapsing heavily to the ground.

"Dean!" Angel, panicked and crying, dropped next to his dead body and didn't notice Max turn the gun on her, "No, no!"

In another split second, Max pulled the trigger and fatally shot her as well before finally pointing the gun on his stepmom. Back downstairs Sam came back to consciousness, gasping and holding his head at the intense realistic vision he just had.

"No." Panic surged through him as he started banging on the door, "NO!"

From his hysteria, the bookcase in front of the closet doors swung away from the door. Sam froze, then put his hand out to open the door and they instantly swung open.

Upstairs...

"Max..." Ms. Miller gasped as the gun, in midair, turned to point directly at her, "Max, no."

"Max..." Angel held her hands out trying to calm him, "Just listen to me. You don't wanna do this. Not really."

"Yes... I do."

As Dean got up and walked towards him, Angel grabbed his arm, "Dean don't."

"It's okay." He brushed her off, "He's not gonna shoot, are ya Max?"

He stopped his advance when Max let go of the gun, leaving it floating in mid air. The trigger cocked before the gun turned to point at Ms. Miller, who was still cowering behind Angel. Dean immediately stepped in front of them.

"Stay back." Max warned, "This is not about you or her. This is about my stepmom."

Dean glared, "You wanna kill her you gotta go through me first."

Conviction shined in Maxs eyes, "Okay."

"Max..." Angel tensed, "Don't do-"

But before he could shoot, the door burst open and Sam rushed in, "No don't! Don't! Please, Max. We can help you." Sam pleaded with him as he tried talking him down, "Alright? But this, what you're doing, it's not the solution. It's not gonna fix anything."

Max verged more and more on hysteria as he cried. He was shaky, and sweaty as he stared at Sam in anguish. In the beat of a second, Max instantly relaxed as his face cleared of any emotion.

"You're right..."

Sam smiled at him but before he could react Max swung around to point the gun at himself and quickly pulled the trigger so he shot himself in the head.

Sam lunged forward, "NO!"