Hellraiser (Loki & W. Wilson) **Hiatus**

Prologue

Dean Winchester regrets a few things in his life. Bad relationships. Ones that could have been good but he walked away. People getting hurt or killed. But his biggest is his sister. Mazikeen. Not giving her the answer she needed to stay with him and Sam in the bunker. Watching her leave. The last week he's been coming in here, into Maze's old room just to sit and look around. Still photos around; weapons; porn magazines; clothes; there is even a leather whip thrown over the back of her desk chair, he chooses to ignore that. Dean smiles sadly looking through the photos in a shoe box in his hand, carefully avoiding the nudes of Maze's former boyfriend. The photos of Maze and Wade remind him of his old sister. The laughing, smiling, dirty minded huntress that could kiss and kick asses three ways to Sunday. He misses her. He even misses the demon her. And he knows she only left because he'd made her; not in so many words but.....it was too complicated for her to stay with them. His fingers brush over the chain of a necklace and he lifts it up only to smirk. It's a simple chain with a beer cap hanging off the bottom, decorated in glued on plastic pink glittery beads, next to it a sterling silver 3d rooster charm. He snorts out a laugh and shakes his head.

"Snooping?" Dean is startled and turns around to find Maze standing in the doorway, her arms folded over her chest. He sets the necklace back in the box.

"No" he answers, she raises an eyebrow and looks to the box in his hand, what's left of her relationship with Wade Wilson. "You left it behind" Dean points out.

"I did" she agrees giving him a look; he knows she's not a fan of them snooping through her things, never has been, even before the black eyes and twisted soul. 

"So....you back already?" he asks. "That didn't take long" she shakes her head.

"No" she answers. "I just came to pick up the last of my stuff, turns out that I collected quite a bit of crap with you two the last couple of years"

"To be fair a lot of this stuff is from before" Dean counters. "From when you were still human..."

"I still can't believe you kept all that shit" she admits picking up a framed photo of a younger her and their father, John and then sets it down next to a trinket box.

"It's your life, Mazie" he reminds her and then holds out the box of things in his hand, she raises an eyebrow and takes it from him.

"It was" she argues. "It's not any more" she points out. "This" she holds up the box pulling out a photo of her and Wade, she's smiling, happy, human, she turns it to Dean. "Is not me any more"

"She could come back" he offers taking the photo back.

"No, Dean, she can't....Even if you cure the demon" she shakes her head. "The damage has already been done....the person I was; will not be able to handle the things I have done; the things that I have seen" she sighs. "The things been done to me" Dean looks to her. "That girl is gone" she motions to the photo then turns grabbing a duffel from under the bed. "Stop looking for her" she adds

"What are you going to do with it all?" he asks, Maze shrugs.

"Keep anything useful...Burn the rest" she answers.

"Then why not just leave it here" he offers, she raises an eyebrow.

"Because it's my stuff" she counters shooting him a toothy smirk. Dean rolls his eyes and drops onto her bed to watch her pack. She pauses a little and turns to him. "How are you feeling?" she asks, he raises an eyebrow. "Post-demon" she elaborates.

"Do you actually care?" he asks her back. "Or is it professional curiosity?" she shrugs.

"Little bit of both" she answers, he shrugs back at her and looks down.

"Doesn't feel great, Maze" he admits. "Like someone took a shit on my soul" she snorts and smirks.

"Vivid" she comments, he looks to her. "But helpful" his eyebrow arches. "If that's after a month...." She starts. "Imagine years" he stares at her a moment, knowing what she's getting at, she gives a smirk and starts to pack.

"I'm always going to want my sister back" Dean whispers, she sighs.

"Well she ain't coming back" she counters grabbing a couple of daggers from the top of her dresser. Dean watches her sadly.

.............

Maze ends up with a duffel of her things; just one, she caved and let Dean persuade her to leave the rest of her stuff here, even though she has no plans to return. And she knows he knows that's what she meant. She wanted to take her stuff so she had no reason to come back. Dean wasn't having that. Demon or not she is his sister. And where they are is her home whether she wants it to be or not. Even if right now he can't accept that she's a demon, and she doesn't want to be human. One day one of those things may change. The two of them head towards the bunker front door.

"Where are you staying?" Dean asks her.

"I'm not going to tell you" she answers, he frowns at her, she sighs and turns to him. "Dean, you're my brother.....but you're a hunter and I'm a demon" He frowns at her. "Come on, did you seriously think this was all going to work out? Two hunters, an angel and a demon...shacked up" she shrugs and smirks. "I mean..."

"Penthouse forum" he mumbles and they share a look. He smirks a little and she snorts. If it's something they've always shared it's their sense of humour; even as a demon she's got a mind as dirty as pig shit.

"It was a good run, but we both know it's time for me to go...."

..................

Outside the bunker Maze shifts her bag on her arm and then sighs a little. That box of photos has pulled up memories she thought Hell had taken care of, memories of a promising relationship, of a man who did love her. It stirs something inside her and she hates it. Demons don't feel those sort of emotions. They only feel the bad.

"Can I ask you something?" Maze stops as she talks, Dean nods. "Have you ever thought about what it would have been like?" she asks. "If I hadn't died....." Dean closes his eyes and hangs his head. "If Sam hadn't died, If I hadn't sold my soul to bring him back...." he looks to her. "About how I would be now? Where I would be?" He nods a little.

"Yeah" he answers. "I thought about....Honestly.....I think you'd be married" he admits. "Probably a mother...I think you'd be out" she cocks her head, Dean holds up the photo in his hand of her and Wade. "It would have been..20..22...wow 29 years..." he whispers. "Yeah, you would have been married by now" he snorts and looks to her.

"Implying you thought the relationship I shared with Wade would have lasted that long" she comments.

"Despite how on and off you two were; he utterly adored you" Dean reminds her and then closes the lid on the photo box and hands it to her. "Don't burn these" he begs of her. "Keep them; just in case...for me" she takes the box from him and sets it in the top of her bag. "Soo what now?" he asks her crossing his arms over his chest.

"I got a job" she admits, he raises an eyebrow. "As a bounty hunter"

"What?" Dean asks starting to smile.

"I know" she teases. "I can get paid for hunting humans" she smirks. "Still putting all those old hunter skills to use..." Dean snorts and shakes his head.

"Just hunting, right?" he asks, she nods.

"Yes" she holds up her hands. "No killing, no torturing...wouldn't want the Winchester's on my fine leather clad ass now, would I?" he smiles a little. "I'll behave" she promises. "Unless..."

"No" he stops her. "No unless, no nothing.......just at least try to appear human" she pulls a face and then shrugs. 

"Fine" she offers, he nods a little and takes a breath wanting to reach out and hug her, but knows that it won't go well received. Demon sister after all.

"See you around, Mazie" he tells her and then heads back inside, Maze looks to the bunker door and then to her sports car before walking towards it.