The Winchester Three (S1): The Beginning

Ch 8 Section 5

Disclaimer: Suicide and trigger warning in this section!

In the lounge...

Ms. Miller sat on the couch in tears as she recalled the events of what happened to the police, "Max attacked me. He threatened me with a gun."

The cop pointed to the Winchester's, "And these three?"

"They're... family friends. I called them soon as Max arrived, I was scared. They tried to stop him. They fought for the gun."

"Where did Max get the gun?"

Sam and Dean exchanged looks with Angel but Ms. Miller didn't out them. Instead she cried harder as looked up to the ceiling.

"I don't know. He showed up with it and-"

As she started to sob, the officer squeezed her shoulder comfortingly, "It's all right Ms Miller."

She sobbed harder, "I've lost everyone."

The cop turned to the Winchester's, "We'll give you a call if we have any further questions."

Angel nodded, "Thank you, officer." She motioned to her brothers, "Come on."

As they walked down the path towards the car, Sam looked pained, "If I'd just said something else. Gotten through to him somehow."

Dean stopped them, "Don't do that, Sam."

"Do what?"

"Torture yourself." Angel finished, "That kid was too far gone for help, Sammy."

"When I think about how he looked at me... Right before. I shoulda done something."

"Come on man, you risked your life." Dean countered, "I mean yeah, maybe if we had gotten here 20 years earlier we could have helped him."

Sam moved to the passenger side of the impala, "Well, I'll tell you one thing. We're lucky we had Dad."

Dean and Angel both looked astounded but pleased, "Well, I never thought I'd hear you say that."

"Yeah..."Angels eyes went wide, "Has hell frozen over?"

"I'm just saying... it coulda gone a whole other way after Mom. A little more tequila and a little less demon hunting and we would've had Max's childhood. All things considered, we turned out okay. Thanks to him."

Dean looked Sam over as he repeated his words, "All things considered."

Ange smirked getting in last, "I don't know about you two but I turned out freaking amazing."

Back at the motel room...

Sam placed a bag in the trunk of the Impala which was backed up to their door, and returned inside, "Guys, I've been thinking."

"Uh oh." Dean commented sarcastically, "That's never a good thing."

"I'm serious." Sam dismissed him, "I've been thinking, this demon, whatever it is. Why would it kill Mom, Jessica, and Max's mother, you know? What does it want?"

"I have no idea..."

Angel pursed her lips, "What does any demon want? To commit mass tragedy? There's no real reason besides that, Sammy."

"Well, you think, maybe... It was after us? After Max and me?"

Dean and Angel both looked at him oddly, "Why would you think that?"

"I mean, either telekinesis or premonitions... We both had abilities, you know? Maybe he was- he was after us for some reason."

"Sam." Dean dismissed, "If it had wanted you, it would've just taken you, okay? This is not your fault, it's not about you."

"Then what is it about?"

"Sammy, it's about that evil piece of crap thing that did this to our family." Angel looked into his eyes softly, "And you know what? We're gonna find it and we're gonna kill it. End of story."

"Actually there's uh... there's something else too."

"Okay..." Angel looked him over, "Whatever it is, you look spooked."

Sam swallowed hard, "When Max left me in that closet, with that big cabinet against the door... I moved it."

Angel raised a brow, "You moved it?"

"Huh." Dean smirked, "You got a little more upper body strength than I gave you credit for."

"No." Sam shook his head, "I moved it. Like Max."

Angel stilled and Dean paused from gathering his clothes, both standing still as they watched Sam. Silence stretched on between them before Dean picked up a spoon and brought it over to Sam.

"Bend this."

Sam let out a frustrated huff, "I can't just turn it on and off Dean!"

"He knows that, he's just being a smart ass." Angel glared as Dean shrugged, "How'd that even happen, Sammy?"

"I don't know... I can't control it. I just... I saw you both die and it just came out of me like a- like a punch. You know like a... freak adrenaline thing."

Dean dismissed him, "Yeah, well I'm sure it won't happen again."

Angel agreed less than convincingly, "Right..."

"Yeah, maybe..." Sam wasn't convinced either, "Aren't you guys worried? Aren't you worried that I could turn into Max or something?"

Conviction filled Angel as she pierced her eyes with Sams, "Sam there's no way you'd turn into that kid."

"Why?"

"Cause you got one advantage Max didn't have."

"Dad?" Sam scoffed, "Because Dad's not here, Angie."

"I think she's talkin' about us." Dean smirked, "As long as we're around, nothing bad is gonna happen to you." Sam gave them a puppy dog look and a tiny smile as Dean slings his bag over his shoulder, "Now then, I know what we need to do about your premonitions. I know where we have to go."

"Where?"

Angel rolled her eyes, "Oh, this should be good."

Dean turned to them very, "Vegas." Sam gave him his best bitch face before walking out the door to the car, "What? Come on, man. Craps tables. We'd clean up!" Angel rolled her eyes at Dean before following Sam out, Dean following behind with a grin, "What? What'd i say?"