In the morning, Max leads the boys and I in his house, the boys were in their priest outfits and I was back in my nun outfit. "My Mom's resting, she's pretty wrecked." Max said to us. "Of course." Dean said as we walk into the living room. "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 says as he gestures towards the row of casseroles in the kitchen.

We smile at Max, who smiles back at us. Then be gestures to the lounge and we all take seats. There is a moment kf silence, then Sam sighs. "How you holding up?" Sam asked, softly. "Ok." Max replied. "You're dad and your uncle were close." I said and Max shrugs. "Yeah I guess. I mean, they were brothers. They used to hang out all the time when I was little." He replies.

"But not lately much?" Sam asked. "No, it's not that. It's just....we used to be neighbors 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 replied and i couldn't help but feel that he was hiding something.

"Right. So how was it in that house when you were a kid?" I asked him. "It was fine. Why?" He asked me, in slight fear. "All good memories? Do you remember anything unusual? Something involving your father and your uncle maybe?" Dean asked and Max shakes his head. "What do ya....why do you ask?" He asked.

"Just a question." Dean said. "No, there was nothing. We were totally normal. Happy." He said and I raise an eyebrow at this. "Good. That's good. Well you must be exhausted. We should take off." Dean said as he looks over at me and Sam. "Right." I said and Sam turns to Max. "Thanks." He said. "Yeah." Max mutters and we leave the house.

"No one's family is totally normal and happy. See when he was talking about his old house?" Dean asked once we walked down the street and towards the Impala. "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." I suggested and Dean nods. "Couldn't have said it better myself." He said and we get in the Impala.

After changing back to our normal clothes, Sam, Dean and I stand on the footpath of the another suburban neighborhood, talking to a man in his front yard. "Have you lived in the neighborhood very long?" Sam asked the man. "Yeah, almost 20 years now. It's nice and quiet. Why, you looking to buy?" The man asked. "No, no, actually, we were wondering if you might recall a family that used to live right across the street I believe." I said to him.

"Yeah, the Millers. They had a little boy called Max." Dean 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 asked as we give the man curious look. "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 replied and my jaw drops slightly at this.

"This was going on regularly?" I asked him. "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, curiously. "I think his real mother died. Some sorta...accident. Car accident I think." The man said then I place my hand to my head, grimacing.

"Are you two ok there?" The man asked and I look over and see Sam was doing the same as me. "Uh, yeah." We winced. "Thanks for your time." Dean said and he tries to lead Sam and I away. "Yeah, thank you." Sam said as I give a nod and we start to walk away. "God." I groaned as I look up and felt like the world was spinning.

Suddenly, I see Ms Miller is chopping vegetable with a large knife in the kitchen. "I don't know what you mean by that. You know I never did anything!" She said as she lays her knife down. Then I see Max standing in front of her, angry. "That's right. You didn't do anything." He said, through tears, and the knife starts to rattle on the chopping board.

"You didn't stop them, not once." He growls and the knife lifts into the air. "How did you..." Ms Miller said as she backs up to the wall and the knife moves forward to hold her against the wall.

"Max! please!" She cries as the knife twists in front of her face, coming close enough to her eyeball to pierce the tear in her eye and it runs down her cheek. She gasps. "For every time you stood there and watched. Pretending it wasn't happening." Max said, tears in his voice. "I'm sorry." She cries. "No you're not. You just don't wanna die." Max said.

Mrs Miller gasps and cries then the knife slices right through her eye and out the back of her head.

I gasped as I was brought back into reality then I look over at Dean just as Sam raises his head too. "Max is doing it. Everything we've been seeing." I said to Dean. "You sure about this?" Dean asked and I nod. "Yeah, I saw him." I said. "Me too." Sam said and we get into the car and drive to the Millers.

"How's he pulling it off?" Dean asked. "I don't know, like telekinesis?" Sam said. "What so he's psychic, a spoon bender?" Dean asked. "I didn't even realize it but this whole time, he was there." Sam said and I nod. "Yeah, same here. He was outside the garage when his Dad died, he was in the apartment when his Uncle died. These visions, this whole time -- Sam and I weren't connecting to the Millers, we were connecting to Max!" I exclaimed.

"The thing is I don't get why, man. I guess -- because we're so alike?" Sam said. "What are you talking about. The dude's nothing like you two." Dean said. "Well. The three of us have psychic abilities, we..." I said as I think. "You what? (Y/n), Max is a monster, he's already killed two people, now he's gunning for a third." Dean said. "Well, with what he went through, the beatings, to want revenge on those people? I'm sorry, man, I hate to say it, but it's not that insane." Sam said. "Yeah but it doesn't justify murdering your entire family!" Dean exclaims.

"Dean..." I said, exasperated, as we pull up to Max's house. "He's no different from anything else we've hunted, all right? We gotta end him." Dean said. "We're not going to kill Max." Sam shouts. "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." Sam grumbles as Dean turns off the engine.

"Sam..."

"Dean. He's a person. We can talk to him." I said as I place a hand in his shoulder. He looks over at me when Sam says. "Hey, promise me you'll follow our lead on this one."

Dean sits there for a moment then sighs. "All right, fine. But I'm not letting him hurt anybody else." He said and he removes his Taurus pistol from the glove compartment, glaring at me and Sam then opens the door.

We run up to the house and burst through the front door to see Max and his mom standing in the kitchen, similar to what Sam and I saw. "Fathers? Sister?" Ms Miller said, confused, while Max looks at us in shock. "What are you doing here?" He asked us.

"Aahh, sorry to interrupt." Dean said, apologetically. "Max, can we, uh, can we talk to you outside for just one second?" Sam asked him. "About what?" Max asked, suspicious. "It's....it's private. We wouldn't want to bother your mother with it." I said and Sam looks over at Ms Miller. "We won't be long at all though, I promise." He assures as Max looks at her then back at us. "Ok." He said. "Great." Sam and I said.

We turn for the door and Max starts to follow. But as Dean grabs the doorknob, the knob, suddenly, is pulled from his hand and the door slams shut, as does the wooden window blinds all around the room. "You're not priests and a nun!" Max yells as we turn and Dean draws his gun but Max uses his power to pull it away, sliding it across the floor to where he can pick it up. He hold's it on us.

"Max, what's happening?" Ms Miller asked, frightened. "Shut up." Max growls. "What are you doing?" She asked. Using his power, Max flings her backwards and she hits her head on the kitchen bench and falls to the ground unconscious. "I said shut up!" He yells.

"Max calm down." Sam said to him, calmly. "Who are you?" Max asked, angrily. "We just wanna talk." I said. "Yeah right, that's why you bought this!" He said as he indicates with the gun. "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." I said. "About what?" Max asked. "(Y/n) and I saw you do it. We saw you kill your Dad and your Uncle before it happened." Sam said and Max looks at us.

"What?" He asked. "We were having visions, Max. About you." I told him. "You're crazy." Max said. "So what, you weren't gonna launch a knife at your stepmom?" Sam asked as he taps his eye. "Right here? Is it that hard to believe Max, look what you can do. Max, (y/n) and I were drawn here all right? I think we're here to help you." Sam said and Max begins to cry. "No one can help me."

"Let us try. We'll just talk, me, you and Sam. We'll get Dean and Alice out of here." I said to Max. "Uh-huh. No way." Dean said and the chandelier begins to shake. "Nobody leaves this house!" Max screams. "And nobody has to, all right? They'll just...they'll just go upstairs." Sam said.

"Sam, I'm not leaving you and (y/n) alone with him." Dean growls and I turn to him. "Yes you are." I said, firmly, to Dean then I turn to Max. "Look, Max. You're in charge here, all right, we all know that. No one's going to do anything that you don't want to do but we're talking five minutes here." I said.

"(Y/n)! Sam!" Dean yells as Max looks back at his stepmother. "Five minutes." He said and the chandelier stops shaking. "Go." Max orders Dean and he moves to pick up Ms Miller and they head upstairs.

Max stares at a letter opener as it raises on its point and begins twirling slowly while Sam and I sit across from him in the living room. "Look, we can't begin to understand what you went through." Sam said to him. "That's right you can't." Max spat.
"Max, this has to stop." I said to him. "It will, after my stepmother --" Max starts to say but I shake my head. "No. You need to let her go." I said. "Why?" He asked.

"Did she beat you?" asked Sam. "No, but she never tried to save me. She's a part of it too." replied Max. "What they did, to you, what they all did to you growing up, they deserve to be punished..." I said and Max looks at me. "Growing up? Try last week." He said and he gets up and lifts his shirt. His chest and side had a mass of bruises and a long cut on his side.

I gasped and placed a hand over my mouth as Max lowers his shirt. "My dad still hit me. Just in places people wouldn't see it. Old habits die hard I guess." He grumbles and he sits back down. "I'm sorry." Sam and I said, softly. "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 explains.

"Why didn't you just leave?" Sam asked him. "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 guys know what that feels like?" Max asked as he looks back at us. "No." Sam and I replied in unison.

"He blamed me for everything. For his job, for his life, for my Mom's death." Max said and I raised an eyebrow. "Why would he blame you for your Mom's death?" I asked him. "Because she died in my nursery, while I was asleep in my crib. As if that makes it my fault." Max replied and Sam and I share a look then we look back to Max.

"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 and my jaw drops slightly. "Listen to me, Max. What your Dad said, about what happened to your Mom. It's real." I said to him.

"What?" Max asked, confused. "It happened to my Mom too, exactly the same. My nursery, my crib, my Dad saw her on the ceiling." Sam said and I nod. "Same here. My mom was killed in my nursery and my dad saw her." I said. "Your Dads must have been as drunk as mine." Max said and we shake our heads. "No, no. It's the same thing, Max. The same thing killed our mothers." I said. "That's impossible." Max said.

"This must be why we were having visions during the day. Why they're getting more intense. Cause the three of us must be connected in some way. Your abilities, they started 6-7 months ago right, out of the blue?" Sam asked and Max looks at him, shocked again.

"How'd you know that?" He asked. "Cause that's when our abilities started, Max. Yours seem to be much further along but still, this has to mean something right? I mean for some reason, the three of us...we were chosen." I said. "For what?" Max asked. "We don't know. But us and Dean, my brother, we're hunting for your Mom's killer. We can find answers, answers that can help us. But you gotta let us go, Max. You gotta let your stepmother go." Sam said to him.

Max thinks for a moment then he starts to shake 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!" He exclaims in tears. "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." I said to him. "I'm sorry." Max said then he uses his powers to fling Sam and I backwards into the hall closest and slam the door. 

Then I could see through the blinds and see him use his power to put a large bookcase in front of the door. "No. Max!" Sam and I scream as we bang on the door then I felt a searing pain go through my head again.

Ms Miller was sitting on the bed while Dean was crouched beside her, holding a facecloth to her bleeding forehead. The door creaks open on its own and Max walks in. Dean rises and moves purposefully toward Max as the door closes behind him.
Max sends Dean flying and he crashes into the wall. "Max!" Ms Miller shouts as Max raises Dean's pistol, his hand shaking. "Son of a..." Dean grumbles as he rises but freezes when he sees the gun. But he begins to walk toward Max.

He stops when Max lets go of the gun, leaving it floating in mid air. It cocks, then turns to point at Ms Miller. Dean steps in its way. "Stay back. This is not about you." Max warns him. "You wanna kill her you gotta go through me first." Dean said, firmly. "Ok." Max said and the gun fires. Blood splatters over the wall as Dean has a bullethole in the middle of his forehead, his eyes blank. He wavers and crashes heavily to the ground. 

I come back to myself, gasping and holding my head as I hear Sam gasping in a panic. "No. NOOO!!!" We screamed when, suddenly, the bookcase in front of the closet doors blasts away and the doors burst open. Sam and I freeze at this then we stare at each other. "Did we...?" Sam asked and I shrug. "I don't know. But we have to hurry." I said and we run out of the closet and up the stairs.

We burst through the door and see Max has the gun floating in front of Dean, we just made it in time. "No don't!" I screamed. "Don't! Please. Please. Max. Max. We can help you. All right." Sam said. "But this, what you're doing. It's not the solution. It's not gonna fix anything." I said as Max looks at us. He was shaking and sweating as tears were in his eyes. He stares at us, in anguished. Suddenly he relaxes a little and his face clears, I began to think that maybe we done it.

"You're right." Max said and Sam and I smile at him. But Max turns away from us, as the gun swings to point at Max. And just like that, he shoots himself in the head. "NO!!" Sam and I shouted, in fear, then I placed my hands over my mouth and began to cry just as Sam pulls me into an embrace.

"Max attacked me. He threatened me with a gun." Ms Miller said to the cop, sometime later. "And these three?" The cop asked as he gestures towards me and the boys. "They're...family friends. I called them soon as Max arrived, I was scared. They tried to stop him. They fought for the gun." Ms Miller replied. 

"Where did Max get the gun?" The cop asked and the boys and I exchange looks, worried that she would slip up. But she begins to cry and look up at the ceiling. "I don't know. He showed up with it and..." then she begins to break down.

"It's all right Ms Miller." The cop assured her as she sobs. "I've lost everyone." She cries then the cop turns to us. "We'll give you a call if we have any further questions." He said. "Thanks officer." Dean said then he pats mine and Sam's arm. "Come on." He said and we start to walk out of the house.

"If we'd just said something else. Gotten through to him somehow." I said, depressed, as we walk down the path to the Impala. "Ah, don't do that." Dean said. "Do what?" Sam and I asked. "Torture yourself. It wouldn't have mattered what you guys said, Max was too far gone." Dean replied. "When I think about how he looked at me man, right before. I shoulda done something." Sam said. "Yeah, me too." I aaid.

"Come on guys, both of you risked your lives. I mean yeah, maybe if we had gotten there 20 years earlier." Dean said as Sam and I moved to one side of the Impala and Dean was on the other. "Well I'll tell you one thing. We're lucky we had Dad." Sam said and Dean looks at Sam, astounded and a little pleased. "Well I never thought I'd hear you say that." He said.

"Well, it could of gone a whole other way after Mom. A little more tequila and a little less demon hunting and we woulda had Max's childhood. All things considered, we turned out ok. Thanks to him." Sam said and Dean nods. "Yeah, I'm grateful for my dad as well. All things considered." I said as I glanced back at the Miller house.

That night, we were packing up our stuff in the trunk of the Impala which was backed up to the door of the motel, and I go in the boys former room. "Guys  I've been thinking." I said. "Well that's never a good thing." Dean said and I rolled my eyes. "Oh, ha, ha. I'm serious. I've been thinking, this demon, whatever it is. Why would it kill our Moms, and Jessica, and Max's mother, you know? What does it want?" I asked.

"I have no idea." Dean said as Sam shrugs. "Well, you think, maybe, it was after us? After Max or Sam or me?" I asked. "Why would you think that?" Dean asked me. "I mean, either telekinesis or premonitions, all three of us had abilities, you know? Maybe he was, he was after us for some reason." I said. "(Y/n). If it had wanted you or Sam, it would've just taken both of you. Ok? This is not your fault, and its not Sam's, it's not about you two." Dean said.

"Then what is it about?" Sam 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, firmly. "Actually there's uh...there's something else too." I said, nervously. "Ah jeez what?" Dean mutters.

"When Max left us in that closet, with that big cabinet against the door...one of us moved it and the other bursts the door opened or both of us might've done it. Kinda like Max." I said. Dean pauses at this then starts to gather up his clothes. "Oh. Right." He said, softly. "Yeah." Sam and I said.

Then Dean picks up a spoon and holds it up. "Bend this." He said and I scoff at this. "We can't just turn it on and off, Dean." Sam said, frustrated. "Well how'd you guys do it?" Dean asked. "I don't know, we can't control it." Sam exclaims. "We just....we saw you die and it just came out of us, like a, like a punch. You know like...a freak adrenaline thing." I explained as best as I could. "Yeah well I'm sure it won't happen again." Dean said. "Yeah, maybe." I said, unsure.

"Aren't you worried, man? Aren't you worried (y/n) and I could turn into Max or something?" Sam asked. "Nope. No way. You know why?" Dean said. "No. Why?" We asked him. "Cause you guys got one advantage Max didn't have." Dean replied. "Dad? Because Dad's not here, Dean." Sam said, exasperated. "No. Me." Dean said, smirking. "You?" I chuckled. "Yeah, as long as I'm around, nothing bad is gonna happen to you two." Dean said and I stare at him as a small smile forms on my face.

Dean smiles back then slings his bag over his shoulder. "Oh, by the way, spoon boy. There is no spoon. It is not the spoon that bends, it is only yourself." I recite and Dean chuckles at my reference as I wink at him.

"Now then. I know what we need to do about your premonitions. I know where we have to go." Dean said. "Where?" Sam asked as I stare at Dean. "Vegas." He replied, deadpanned, then he grins at us. Sam tilts his head, looks away and walks out the door to the car as I shake my head and follow him.

"What? Come on, guys. Craps tables. We'd clean up!" Dean said as he follows us and closes the door.