Winchester Girl

All That Good Shit In The World

Mary's POV
I was sleeping peacefully when Kara shot out of bed with Sam. "Guys wake up!" They said. I sat up and looked up at Kara and Sam. "There better be a fire or a zombie apocalypse." I said looking at them threateningly to why I'm up at 2 in the freaking morning. "What are you doing man, it's the middle of the night." Dean said also half dead. "We have to go." Kara said. "What's happening?" I asked now awake but not worried. "We have to go. Right now." Sam said. I sighed and got up already dressed and tied up my shoes putting them on and we walked out to the car and we had to drive to see if one guy was alive. "Wake me up when we get there." I said and fell back asleep. We got there and walked out seeing police there, we walked up to them. "What happened?" I asked a lady. "Suicide. Can't believe it." The lady said to us. "Did you know them?" Kara asked. "Saw him in every Sunday at St Augustines. He always seems...seemed, so normal. I guess you never know what's going on behind closed doors." The lady said to us. "Guess not." Dean said looking at the house. "How did...ahh. How are they saying it happened?" Sam asked the lady. "I heard they found him in the garage, locked inside his car with the engine running." The lady said. "Do you know about what time they found him?" Kara asked. "Oh it just happened about an hour or two ago. His poor family. I can't even imagine what they're going through." The lady said. I looked and saw a lady crying against a middle age man talking to police and a young man about maybe Sam's age standing there. We walked back to the impala leaning on the hood. "Sam, Kara we got here as fast we we could." Dean said to them. "Not fast enough. It doesn't make any sense man. Why would I even have these premonitions if there wasn't a chance I could stop them from happening?" Sam said. "I dunno." I said. "So what do you think killed him?" Kara asked. "Maybe the guy just killed himself? Maybe there's nothing supernatural going on at all." Dean said. "We're telling you guys, We watched it happen. He was murdered by something Dean and Mae. I watched it trap him in the garage." Kara said. "What was it, a spirit, poltergeist, what?" I asked. "We don't know what it was. We don't know why we're having these dreams, we don't know what the hell is happening Dean and Mae." Sam said. "What." Kara asked seeing us look at them. "Nothing. We're just, We're worried about you two." Dean and I said. "Well, don't look at us like that!" Sam yelled. "We're not looking at you two like anything." Dean said. "Though I gotta say, you two do look like crap." I said. "Nice. Thanks." Kara said ruffling my hair. I got up and went to get in the car Dean following. "Come on, lets just pick this up in the morning. We'll check out the house, talk to the family." Dean said to us. "Dean, you saw them, they're devastated They're not going to want to talk to us." Kara said. "Yeah you're right. But I think I know who they will talk to." Dean said smirking. Oh no last time that happened I ended up dressed as a dog at a pet shop and a family tried adopting me, dad paid them to get me back. "Who?" Kara and Sam asked. Dean smirked. I was now dressed in a black dress a off white sweater, and brown flats.

Dean and Sam in priest outfits and Kara as a Nun. I couldn't stop laughing at this. I don't understand where I fell in this. We walked up to the house Sam and Dean holding bibles and Kara glaring at them. "This has gotta be a whole new low for us." Kara said. "Not really that was Dean and dad dressing me as a dog and putting me in pet shop to investigate a ghost, and a family tried to adopt me and name me Snuffles." I said. Sam have Dean a bitch face at that. A man answered and looked at us. "Good Afternoon. I'm Father Simmons, this is Father Frehley, Sister Clare, and Sister Anne We're new junior priests, and nuns over at St Augustines. May we come in?" Dean asked. I smiled. The man nodded letting us in. "Thanks." I said. "We're very sorry for your loss." Kara said. "It's in difficult times like these when the Lord's guidance is most needed." Sam said. "Look, you wanna pitch your whole 'Lord has a plan' thing? Fine. Just don't pitch it to me. My brother's dead." The man said. We nodded. A lady came up to us. "Roger. Please!" The lady said. "Excuse me." Roger said and left. "I'm sorry about my brother in law. He's...he's just so upset about Jim's death. Would you like some coffee or water?" The lady said noticing me and I was only ten years old. "That would be great." Dean said. We sat down in the lounge we learned it was Ms. Miller and we smiled at her drinking water and coffee. "It was wonderful of you to stop by. The support of the church means so much right now." Ms. Miller said. We nodded. "Of course. After all we are all God's children." Dean said. Ms. Miller smiles and left Dean turned back to his regular self and ate a cocktail Sam and I gave him an unimpressed look. "What?" He asked me. "Just...tone it down a little bit, Father Simmons." I said to him. Ms. Miller returned. "So Ms. Miller, did you husband have a history of depression?" Kara asked. "Nothing like that. We had our ups and downs like everyone but we were happy. I just don't understand...how Jim could do something like this." Ms. Miller cried. "I'm so sorry you had to find him like that." I said handing her a tissue. "Actually, our son Max, he was the one who found him." Ms. Miller said. Sam went to go talk to Max and Dean said. "Ms. Miller you have a lovely home. How long have you lived here?" Dean asked. "We moved in about five years ago." She said. "The only problem with these old houses. I bet you have all kind of headaches." Kara said. "Like what?" Ms. Miller asked. "Well, weird leaks, electrical shortages, odd settling noises at night. That kind of thing." I said smiling. "No, nothing like that. It's been perfect." Ms. Miller said. "Huh. May I use your restroom." Dean said. "Oh sure, it's just up the stairs." Ms. Miller said. Dean took a cocktail and left and Ms. Miller went to talk. I looked at Kara. "You know if it become a nun maybe Dean would get his shit together." Kara said. "True but we fight monsters." I said Kara nodded. Sam and Dean found nothing so we left we got to the motel and changed back to our clothes before I didn't like wearing my dress and loved being in jeans. I was on Sam's laptop looking up the land. Dean was cleaning a gun and Sam and Kara walked in. "What do you have?" Dean asked seeing them coming in. "A whole lotta nothing. Nothing bad has happened in the Miller house since it was built." Sam said. "So sunshine, rainbows, and all that good shit in the world?" I asked Kara nodded. "What about the land?" Dean asked looking at me. "No grave yards, battle fields, tribal lands or any other kind of atrocity on or near the property." I said closing the laptop. "Hey guys I told you, I searched that house up and down. No cold spots, sulfer scent. Nada." Dean said. "And the family said everything was normal?" Kara asked sitting next to me. "Well, if there was a demon or poltergiest in there you think somebody would have noticed something? I used the infer-red thermal scanner man, and there was nothing." Dean said. "So what, you think Jim Miller killed himself and our dream was just some sorta freakish coincidence?" Sam asked reffering to his and Kara both having a dream. "I dunno. I'm pretty sure there's nothing supernatural about that house." I said. "Yeah. Well, maybe it has nothing to do with the house. Maybe it's just... Gosh maybe it's connected to Jim in some other way?" Kara and Sam said and they were both holding their heads. "What's wrong with you two?" I asked looking at them. "Ahh. My head." Kara and Sam both fell on the ground. "Sam, Kara? Hey, Hey! What's going on? Talk to us." I said helping Kara up and Dean helped Sam up their eyes glazed over finally they focused and looked at us in the eyes. "It's happening again. Something's gunna kill Roger Miller." Kara said. I looked at Sam and Dean. "Let's go." I said running out them following. We got to where Roger was and Sam popped his head out. "Hey Roger." Kara and Sam said. "What are you guys, missionaries? Leave me alone." Roger said. "Please!" I said. Roger left inside and we got out. "Hey. Roger. We're trying to help!" Sam said. "Please! Hey, hey hey hey hey." Kara said and we ran to the door. "I don't want your help." Roger said closing the door of his apartment. "We're not priests and nuns, you gotta listen to us!" Kara and Sam said together. "Roger, you're in danger!" Dean yelled. Roger left I looked and saw a back entrance. "Come on. Come on come on." I said we ran to the back entrance and we ran up and tried to get in the back. We saw Roger's head in the flower bed and dead. Dean handed Sam a rag. "Start wiping down yout fingerprints, we don't want the cops to know we were here. Come on, come on!" Dean yelled to Sam who nodded. Kara ran down the stairs I followed and saw her standing by the car in a daze. "No!" She yelled. "Kara what is it?" I asked looking at her. "Don't talk back to Sam." She said. I nodded shrugging confused. Sam and Dean came down and got in the car. "So find anything?" I asked. "There was nothing in there. No signs either, just like the Miller's house." Dean said. "We saw something, in the vision. Like a dark shape. Something was... something was stalking Roger." Sam and Kara said. "Whatever it was, are you sure it's not connected to their house?" I asked them. "No, it's connected to the family themselves. So what do you think, like a vengeful spirit?" Kara asked. "Well yeah, there's a few that have been known to latch onto families, follow them for years." Dean said. "Angiak. Banshees." I said knowing this. "Basically like a curse. So maybe Roger and Jim Miller got involved in something heavy, something curse worthy." Kara said. "And now the something is out for revenge. And the men in their family are dying." Sam said. "Hey you think Max is in Danger?" Kara asked. "Let's figure it our before he is." I said. "Well, I know one thing I have in common with these people." Sam said. "What's that?" Kara asked. "Both our families are cursed." Sam said. "Our family's not cursed." I said. "Mae's right. We just...had our dark spots." Dean said. "Our dark spots are...pretty dark." Sam said. "You're....dark." Dean and I said. I don't care about this family it's great. We were now nuns and priests and Max let us in. "My Mom's resting, she's pretty wrecked." Max said. "Of course." I said. "All these people kept coming with like, casseroles? I finally had to tell them all to go away. You know cause nothing says I'm sorry like a tuna casserole." Max said showing us all the casseroles. We sat in the lounge. "How you holding up?" I asked. "Ok." Max said. "You're dad and your uncle were close?" Sam asked curious. "Yeah I guess. I mean, they were brothers. They used to hang out all the time when I was little." Max said. "But not lately much?" Kara asked. "No, it's not that. It's just....we used to be neighbours when I was a kid, and we lived across town in this house. Uncle Roger lived next door, so he was over all the time." Max said. We nodded. "Right. So how was it in that house when you were a kid?" Sam asked. "It was fine. Why?" Max asked. "All good memories? Do you remember anything unusual? Something involving your father and your uncle maybe?" Dean asked. "What do ya....why do you ask?" Max asked. "Just a question." Dean said. "No, there was nothing. We were totally normal. Happy." Max said. "Good. That's good. Well you must be exhausted. We should take off." I said. "Right. Thanks." Kara and Sam said. "Yeah." Max said we left and Kara took off the habit and Dean and Sam took off the collar things. "No one's family is totally normal and happy. See when he was talking about his old house?" I said to them. "He sounded scared." Sam said. "Yeah Max isn't telling us everything. I say we go find the old neighbourhood, find out what life was really like for the Millers." Kara said. We got in the car and Dean drove to the suburb area not somewhere I feel comfortable in thankfully we were in normal clothes. We walked up to a man. "Have you lived in the neighbourhood very long?" Sam asked. "Yeah, almost 20 years now. It's nice and quiet. Why, you looking to buy?" The man asked looking at the four of us. "No, no, actually, we were wondering if you might recall a family that used to live right across the street I believe." Kara said. "Yeah the Millers. They had a little boy called Max." Dean said. "Right." I said. "Yeah I remember. The brother had the place next door. So uh, what's this about, is that poor kid ok?" The man asked. "What do you mean?" Sam and I asked curious. "Well in my life I've never seen a child treated like that. I mean I'd hear Mr Miller yelling and throwing things clear across the street, he was a mean drunk. He used to beat the tar outta Max. Bruises. Broke his arm two times that I know of." The man said. Damn Max's life was effed up. "This was going on regularly?" Kara asked. "Practically every day. In fact that thug brother of his was just as likely to take a swing at the boy but the worst part was the stepmother. She'd just stand there, checked out, not lifting a finger to protect him. I must have called the police seven or eight times. Never did any good." The man said. "Now you said step-mother." Dean said. "I think his real mother died. Some sorta...accident. Car accident I think." The man said. Sam and Mara put their hand on their heads. "Are you ok there?" The man asked noticing this. "uh, yeah." Kara and Sam said. "Thanks for your time." I said grabbing Kara and Dean grabbing Sam. "Yeah, thank you." Sam and Kara said lifting their heads. "God." They said when we reached the car. We got I. The car after they had a vision. "Max is doing it. Everything we've been seeing." Kara said. "You sure about this?" I asked. "Yeah, we saw him." Sam said. "How's he pulling it off?" Dean asked. "I don't know, like telekinesis?" Kara said. "What so he's psychic, a spoon bender?" Dean asked. "We 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 -- we wasn't connecting to the Millers, we was connecting to Max!" Sam said. "The thing is I
we don't get why, guys. I guess -- because we're so alike?" Kara said. "What are you two talking about. The dude's nothing like you two." Dean said. "Well. We both have psychic abilities, we both...." Sam trailed off. "Both what? Sam, Max is a monster, he's already killed two people, now he's gunning for a third." I said. "Well, with what he went through, the beatings, to want revenge on those people? I'm sorry, guys, I hate to say it, but it's not that insane." Sam said. "Yeah but it doesn't justify murdering your entire family!" Kara said. "Guys...." Sam said trailing off not knowing what to say. Dean pulled over to the house. "He's no different from anything else we've hunted, all right? We gotta end him." Dean said pulling out a gun I am so not murdering a person. "We're not going to kill Max." Sam said. "Then what? Hand him over to the cops and say 'Lock him up officer; he kills with the power of his mind'." Dean said. "No way. Forget it." Kara said. "Sam, Kara...." I said as Dean cut the engine. "Dean. He's a person. We can talk to him. Hey, promise me you'll follow my lead on this one." Sam said. There was a long pause. "All right fine. But I'm not letting him hurt anybody else." Dean said taking a gun and handing me one. I hid it in my hoodie pocket. We ran in. "Fathers, sisters?" Ms. Miller asked. "What are you doing here?" Max asked. "Aahh, sorry to interrupt." Kara and I said. "Max, can we, uh, can we talk to you outside for just one second?" Sam asked. "About what?" Max asked suspicious. "It's....it's private. We wouldn't want to bother your mother with it." Kara said. "We won't be long at all though, We promise." Sam said. "Ok." Max said looking at his stepmom. "Great." Sam and Kara said we started walking and the door was slammed shut and a gun was taken from Dean and the blinds close. "You're not priests or nuns!" Max yelled. I drew my gun since Dean's got taken away but Max drew it away and pointed at us. "Max, what's happening?" Ms. Miller asked. "Shut up." Max said. "What are you doing?" Ms. Miller asked. Max used his power to throw Ms. Miller against the wall making her go unconscious. "I said shut up!" Max yelled. "Max calm down." I said. "Who are you?" Max asked. "We just wanna talk." Sam and Kara said. "Yeah right, that's why you bought this!" Max asked showing us the guns. "That was a mistake all right? So was lying about who we were. But no more lying Max ok? Just please, just hear us out." Kara said. "About what?" Max asked. "They saw you do it. They saw you kill your Dad and your Uncle before it happened." I said gesturing to Sam and Kara. "What?" Max asked. "We're having visions Max. About you." Kara said. "You're all crazy." Max said to the three of us. "So what, you weren't gonna launch a knife at your stepmom?" I asked. "Right here? Is it that hard to believe Max, look what you can do. Max we were drawn here all right? We think we're here to help you." Sam said. "No one can help me." Max said crying. "Let us try. We'll just talk, Kara, me and you. We'll get Dean, Mae, and Alice out of here." Sam said. "Uh-huh. No way." Dean said. We look up as the chandelier shakes. "Nobody leaves this house!" Max yelled. "And nobody has to, all right? They'll just...they'll just go upstairs." Kara said. "Sam, Kara I'm not leaving you alone with him at least have Marhere." Dean said. "That work Max?" I asked. He nodded. "Five minutes." Max said. Dean took Ms. Miller upstairs. I leaned on the entry way from the kitchen to the living room. Max was twirling a knife with his mind. "Look, we can't begin to understand what you went through." Kara said. "That's right you three can't." Max said. "Max, this has to stop." I said. "It will, after my stepmother --." Max stopped as Sam cut him off. "No. You need to let her go." Sam said. "Why?" Max asked. "Did she beat you?" Kara asked. "No, but she never tried to save me. She's a part of it too." Max said. "What they did, to you, what they all did to you growing up, they deserve to be punished...." I asked. "Growing up? Try last week." Max said. Max lifted up his shirt and we saw bruises. "My dad still hit me. Just in places people wouldn't see it. Old habits die hard I guess." Max continued. "We're sorry." Sam said I nodded. "When I first found out I could move things it was a gift. My whole life I was helpless but now I had this. So last week Dad gets drunk. The first time in a long time. And he beats me to hell, first time in a long time. And then I knew what I had to do." Max said. "Why didn't you just leave?" Kara asked. "It wasn't about getting away. Just knowing they would still be out there. It was about...not being afraid. When my Dad used to look at me, there was hate in his eyes. Do you know what that feels like? " Max said. "No." Sam and Kara say. "He blamed me for everything. For his job, for his life, for my Mom's death." Max said. "Why would he blame you for your Mom's death?" I asked. "Because she died in my nursery, while I was asleep in my crib. As if that makes it my fault." Max said. "She died in your nursery?" Sam asked shocked. "There was a fire. And he'd get drunk and babble on like she died in some insane way. He said that she burned up. Pinned to the ceiling!" Max said the same way mom died the first time. "Listen to me Max. What your Dad said, about what happened to your Mom. It's real." Sam said. "What?" Max asked. "It happened to my and Mae's Mom too, exactly the same. My nursery, my crib, my Dad saw her on the ceiling." Sam said. "Your Dad must have been as drunk as mine." Max said. "No, no. It's the same thing, Max. The same thing killed our mothers." Sam said. "That's impossible, especially since your little sister is probably ten years younger then you." Max said. "This must be why I'm having visions during the day. 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?" Sam asked. "How'd you know that?" Max asked. "Cause that's when our abilities started Max. Yours seem to ours much further along but still, this has to mean something right? I mean for some reason, you and us...you and us were chosen." Kara said. "For what?" Max asked. "I don't know. But Dean, Mae, Kara and I, my brother, sister, and us, 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." Sam said. Mac thought for a minute and shook his head. "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, I just want this to be over!" Max said. "It won't. 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." Kara said. "I'm sorry." Max said she flung us back I ended up hitting a wall. I looked and saw Kara and Sam stuck in a closet and a cabinet covering it. "No. Max!" They yelled banging. "Don't worry I'll get you two out." I said tried moving the cabinet suddenly I heard. "No. NOOO!!!" The cabinet was moved suddenly hitting me to the ground making me hit the back of my head. I looked up at Kara and Sam getting out. "How the hell did you two move that?" I asked rubbing my head. "Don't know come on." Kara said helping me up. We ran upstairs and saw Max holding the gun midair. "No don't! Don't! Please. Please. Max. Max. We can help you. All right. But this, what you're doing. It's not the solution. It's not gonna fix anything." Kara said. "You're right." Max said and turned the gun shooting himself in the head. "NO!" Sam yelled. I was now in the impala not the best thing for a ten year old to see a suicide. We were now packing in the motel room. "Dean, Mae we've been thinking." Sam and Kara said. "Well that's never a good thing." Dean said. "We're serious. We've been thinking, this demon, whatever it is. Why would it kill Mom, and Jessica, and Max's mother, you know? What does it want?" Sam said. "We have no idea like how Mom was somehow alive in 1995." I said. "Well, you think, maybe, it was after us? After Max, Kara, and me?" Sam asked. "Why would you think that?" I asked. "I mean, either telekinesis or premonitions, we both had abilities, you know? Maybe he was, he was after us for some reason." Kara said. "Sam, Kara. If it had wanted you, it would've just taken you. Ok? This is not your fault, it's not about you." Dean said. "Then what is it about?" Kara asked. "It's about that damn thing that did this to our family. The thing that we're gonna find, the thing that we're gonna kill. And that's all." Dean said. "Actually there's uh ... there's something else too." Kara said. "Ah jeez what." Dean said. "When Max left us in that closet, with that big cabinet against the door ... we moved it." Sam said. "Huh. You got a little more upper body strength than we gave you credit for." I said. "No guys, we moved it. Like, Max." Kara said. So that's how I got hit with it. "Oh." Dean said everything being silent. "Right." Dean said quietly. "I'm going to pack the impala." I said. I was making sure we had the weapons Dean went in the car when I heard. "Mae!" They yelled. I walked in. "Yeah guys and can we get a move on?" I asked walking back out smiling they looked at me in shock and worried.

A\N:I'm on summer break so more updates and the visions that I added in of Kara and Sam will be later chapters and about Mary.