— You care for me. I feel it like an axe in my chest.

( Cynthia Bond / Ruby )
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Maxine Molisanti was suspended in the space between skepticism and faith.

Freefalling through the gap between guilt and disbelief. Guilt that she did not worship with the rosary beads buried somewhere in her back pocket, the one fashioned into a bracelet that weighed down her wrist like rocks in her pockets. The guilt of not pleading to the bursting, all-consuming light her mother had asked her to, encouraged her to. Begged her to. Plunging past the broken bridge that was once bludgeoning faith and holiness and is now immense doubt; doubt that good exists. That it ever existed. Inability to reconcile the faith she had with the demons she hunted, crossbow and salt in hand.

Max wasn't religious anymore, not by any means, but her mother had been — there had been times, when she was younger, that she would pray until her knees were red and raw, begging for refuge from a deity she hardly believed in, limbs digging into the sin-soaked carpet as though it would absolve hers. Take them in and bury them with the spirits she knew were down there, screaming for a way out.

They were a part of her, viscerally. They had been since childhood; the Girlhood that began with violence. Sharpened canines, ravaged heart of gold, tenacious urge to maim. A Beretta in hand, counting the bottles on the wall.

They were her sins. Her culpability. Tucked away in a jewellery box, under the floorboards of her bedroom, they were the one thing she had truly owned before she was dumped at Bobby Singer's junkyard by her cowardly mother and the spirit of her father. They were the one thing that would exist beyond her mortality, clawing away at her ribcage long before her lungs gave out. They were something she would be buried under until she could reconcile the faith of her mother with the grotesque, fleshy machine she became under the mentorship of her father.

Maxine was a born-hunter. She embodied everything a hunter was expected to be; sacrificial, selfish, an obsessive and reckless gambler at the expense of human life. Her own life. A gun-wielding kleptomaniac with a tendency to stay up late and collect scrapes and grazes like trophies.

The unorthodox love child of a cop-turned-hunter and his greyer-than-grey counterpart, Max was familiar with sacrilege from a young age, when her mother's prayers for the Lord's forgiveness were reduced to an incessant murmur in her ear, and her father—her obsessive, pseudo gangster, stubborn father—ensured that his lifeblood became hers too. His craft was to become hers. Max was a testament to her father's craftmanship, before anything else. His meticulousness and loving brutality.

It was parasitic, almost.

She was made by his very hands, the best pieces of every hunter he knew. Every hunter he could think of.

Which is exactly why, even when pushed into a Stanford Art History education, Max still slept with the butterfly knife under her pillow. Why she still woke up with its print in her palm. Red, raw and burning.

It's exactly why she couldn't help but dip her toe back into familiar waters when she found the Winchesters lurking around campus, walking reminders of her favourite pastime.

The Business has always been addictive. And Maxine would always want another taste.

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Eliza Dushku, Maxine Molisanti
Hunter. Art History Major.

Jensen Ackles, Dean Winchester
Hunter. High School Dropout.

Michael Rowe,  Adrian Molisanti
Hunter. Ex-Cop.

Jared Padalecki . . . . . . . . Sam Winchester
Jim Beaver . . . . . . . .  Robert "Bobby" Singer
Jeffrey Dean Morgan . . . . . . . . John Winchester
As Described . . . . . . . . Marla Molisanti

The rest of the cast as their typical roles.

♱ Warnings: canon-typical violence and gore, religious guilt, swearing and offensive language, references to sex and alcohol.
♱ Supernatural (TV) does not belong to me. All rights go to Eric Kripke and the owners of Supernatural.
♱ Dedicated to my angels and anyone else in love with Dean.   ultrcviolencs -thattPrettyGirl deathproofs

♱ You might notice a lot of similarities or reused paragraphs from my Kaz story bc I thought the theme of religious conflict fits more with Supernatural. Super super excited for this though I have so many plans I've been zoning out in class thinking about it.
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