Author: Restive Nature
Disclaimer: Neither show represented in this fiction belongs to me. Dark Angel is the product of Cameron/Eglee and Fox, whereas Supernatural is the product of Kripke and The CW. No profits are made from this fiction and it is intended for private enjoyment only.
Rating: PG-13- NC-17
Genre: Crossover
Type: Romance
Pairing: Max Guevara/ Sam Winchester
Summary: What if... Max had been having a different dream?
Spoilers/ Timeline: This starts when Max is thirteen and going into heat for the very first time.
Feedback: Always welcome!
Distribution: Ask first please.
A/N: This story, while being in the same universe as When It Changes, does not actually occur within that storyline. This fiction is just an off-shoot of what might have happened.
Chapter Twelve
Damaging Days
"Come on Sam," Dean snarled as he listened to the endless ringing through his cell phone. "Damn it! Pick up, you prick!" As if on cue, the ringing stopped and the breathless voice of his younger brother answered.
"Hello?"
"Where the hell have you been?" Dean demanded angrily. He'd been calling Sam all day, both cell phone and home phone to no avail.
"Dean?" Sam seemed vaguely surprised. "I was in school all day and the professors don't allow the cells in class, so I left it at home."
"Just freakin' typical," Dean groaned.
"What's wrong?" Sam demanded again as he checked the cell phone on his desk, right where he'd left it. It registered fourteen missed call and several voice mails. "Is Max okay?"
"As a matter of fact, no," Dean sighed, calming a little, now that he could finally do something for his sister. "She's had a really crappy day, which in turn has made my day, equally hellacious."
"What happened?" Sam asked, still trying to settle his racing heart and recover his breath.
"Well let's see," Dean snarked. "I woke up this morning and her sheets were drenched with sweat and she was in the bathroom-!"
"Is she sick?" Sam asked with concern.
"I don't know," Dean admitted heavily. "She wouldn't let me get close enough to take her temperature. Anyway, she was in there for like an hour, in the shower."
"Uh huh?" Sam wasn't exactly seeing the trouble yet.
"So when I finally got my turn, I figured no hot water, right?" Dean continued. "But no, there was plenty. She sat in there freezing her ass off for God knows what reason. But when I came out, she looked like she was burning up again, fevered, kind of glassy-eyed."
"Well if she has a fever..." Sam began. "Oh, did she take her pills?"
"Oh yeah," Dean confirmed as he paced around the motel room. "I managed to get her to do that much."
"So if she has a fever, it broke and she was trying to keep her temperature down..." Sam surmised as he tried to think his way through a fever cycle.
"That's what I thought too," Dean informed him. "But she wouldn't eat or drink anything," he talked loudly over Sam, "and she was prowling around like she'd explode if she sat still for even one second."
Sam assimilated that into the information that Dean was imparting to him and sucked in a hasty breath, his concern spiking. "Dean! She's not... on something, is she?" he choked out. He didn't ever really think that Max would do drugs, but there was always a chance that maybe somehow she'd gotten a dose accidentally.
"No," Dean quickly cut Sam's thinking short. "I thought of that too. But we were hanging together all night, the whole night. She was perfectly fine last night."
"But if she took something this morning..." Sam insisted helplessly, cursing himself for not being there for her.
"That's the thing though," Dean sighed. "She wasn't acting high. The only time she'd ever space out was when I suggested calling you and then she'd get this goofy look on her face. But that's typical. She always looks like that when she hears your name."
"Really?" Sam asked softly, unable to keep the gentle smile from his face.
"Focus Sam!" Dean snapped with an impatient snort.
"Right! Sorry."
"Anyway, while she was prowling around, I checked. No paraphernalia or anything I could see."
"You checked her bags?" Sam's tone was concerned, tinged with a little indignation.
"Yes!" Dean huffed, "and don't worry. I didn't read your little love letters. But I sure as hell won't be going through her bags ever again. There's just some things you don't want to know about your sister."
"Dean?" Sam chuckled briefly. "Focus."
"Smart ass," he heard his brother grumble. "So anyway, I figured that if she was on something, it'd burn through her system eventually, right?"
"Yeah."
"Uh uh," Dean scoffed. "She was like this all damn day!"
"So what-?" Sam began, but Dean cut him off.
"Well she was driving me nuts, the way she was climbing the walls. So I suggested that we go get something to eat."
"I thought you said she wasn't eating or drinking."
"No, I ate," Dean clarified. "She sat there sucking on ice cubes and growling at everybody that got near her."
"Dean," Sam protested the image he was creating, though it did make him smile.
"No, seriously dude! I really heard her growl. I was startin' to worry that she was possessed."
"But she wasn't?" Sam asked immediately.
"No."
"Okay... okay, what did you do then?"
"Actually," Dean sighed, rubbing at his forehead as he glanced towards the closed bathroom door. "Max suggested we hit the gym across the street from the diner.
"And what was wrong with that?" Sam asked, slightly puzzled.
"Nothing at first," Dean grunted. "We paid for a day pass and Max signed up for one of those women's jazz-sizey things."
"Huh?"
"You know," Dean muttered. "Those step things, up down, up down, kick punch run your ass up steps goin' nowhere."
"Oh, you mean step aerobics," Sam surmised finally.
"Typical that you'd know that Samantha," Dean snorted.
"Dean!"
"Yeah, it was a beautiful sight man, all that bouncin' and bobbing and sweaty-!"
"Dude! You are such a pervert! I can't believe you were checking out my girlfriend!"
"Ew! No!" Dean snapped. "I meant all the other... Jeeze. Who's the pervert here, thinkin' that? There's no way I'd be checkin' out my own sister!"
"So what?" Sam smiled at the trap he was laying for Dean. "Are you saying that my girlfriend isn't as beautiful as those other women?"
"Well of course she is," Dean grumbled, irritated. "She's downright gorgeous."
"Aha!" Sam crowed triumphantly. "So you obviously have checked her out." There was a moment of silence and then spoke very quietly.
"I'm going to hit you. Next time I see you. Hard. Very hard!"
"All right," Sam chuckled. "So you guys were at the gym?" he prompted.
"Yeah, and she seemed fine in her class," Dean picked up the thread of his story again. "She seemed more relaxed anyway, after."
"Well that's good."
"Yeah, until the creep started following her around."
"The creep?"
"Do you want to hear this or not?" Dean grunted. "Quit interrupting."
"Sorry."
"All right. I didn't notice the guy at first. Max came out into the main gym and was runnin' the treadmill for a while-!"
"After an aerobics class?" Sam asked, slightly in awe of Max's stamina.
"Yeah, she was barely winded," Dean joked. "Dude, she out-stepped the teacher. But anyway, I got on the treadmill too and we were fine. She finished before I did and headed over to the free weights. So then the creep comes up to me and starts making comments about my hot little girlfriend. And like a friggin' idiot, I tell the ass wipe that she's my sister!"
"Dean," Sam sighed heavily. "It's not your fault that the guy was a jerk."
"No," Dean agreed readily enough. "But if I'd let him think that Max was my girlfriend, he might have left her alone. Should have clocked the guy when I had the chance."
"Dean? You didn't...?" Sam groaned, warring with keepin his brother calm and irritation that Max had some guy panting after her.
"No. I didn't."
"So...?"
"Well the creep started following her around. She kept trying to blow him off, move somewhere else, but he just kept it up," Dean's voice was quiet and serious now, yet Sam could hear a kind of questioning, as if he were asking Sam to understand the circumstances before he flew off the handle. And Sam's gut was telling him that that just might not happen. "I mean, man, I tried to watch out for her but..."
"No, it's okay Dean. I understand," Sam forced himself to assure his brother, before any green-eyed monster took actual hold on him. "You can't stand guard over her ever single second of the day. Besides, that pisses her off more than anything."
"Yeah well... anyways," Dean continued. "She'd finally had enough and wanted to leave. Which was fine by me."
"So what went wrong?" Sam demanded. He just knew this was all leading up to something big.
"Well, separate change rooms of course," Dean sighed, rubbing his thumb over his brow. Sam felt the apprehension gnawing at his innards. "Sam, the guy cornered her down the hallway to the ladies changing room."
"What did he do?" Sam's voice was so low and dark and dangerous that it made Dean shiver.
"Well, I didn't see it," he hedged, "since I was changing-!"
"Dean!"
He sighed. "From what I could understand, he followed her, made some remarks about what she was wearing, how she was acting and she told him to get lost. That's when he threw her up against a wall."
"God damn son of a bitch!"
"Yeah," Dean couldn't help but agree. "But you know Max. She doesn't put up with any crap of any kind."
"What'd she do?"
"Well," Dean drawled," it is my understanding..." he drew this part out with relish, "that it will be several years before this jerk-off can even begin to contemplate having kids."
"Good!" Sam declared viciously. "Serves the bastard right!"
"Yeah," Dean nodded. He might have been sympathetic to the guy, if the situation hadn't been what it was. "Well, it didn't end there."
"What do you mean?" Sam asked hesitantly.
"I'm sorry, but the idiot must have snapped or something," Dean grunted. "He went after her verbally, called her... some names... and-!"
"What names?" Sam demanded, the anger simmering again. But his brother didn't answer. "Dean! What names?"
Dean sighed again, his head tilting back to stare up at the ceiling as he wondered how bad Sammy might bust up over this. The kid had a real aversion to this sort of thing. "Look, out of everything I could hear... cock tease would have been about the tamest." There was a dreadful silence on the other end of the phone. "So basically," Dean concluded, "I got out of the men's locker room just in time to see her snap-kick the guy down the hall. Broke the bastard's jaw." There was choked laugher at that, strained, but laughter all the same.
"Well, I guess that's a case of the punishment fitting the crime."
Dean smiled ruefully as he considered that and laughed as well. "Yeah, that is a certain poetic justice."
"So is Max okay now?" Sam asked softly. He felt worse now than before, that he wasn't there, protecting her from assholes like this. Even though this proved that she could certainly take care of herself. But hell, he was her boyfriend and she should never have to deal with anything like this.
"She's pretty shaken up," Dean informed him. "The gym owner called the cops," he related. "And an ambulance," he added as an afterthought.
"Max isn't in trouble, is she?" Sam wanted to know. "Because there is no way-!"
"Dude, chill, it's good," Dean interrupted, striving to calm his brother down. "Thing was, there were plenty of witnesses heard this guy harassing her and her telling him to get lost. And apparently, two old biddies came out of the ladies room and saw everything. They said they would've helped, but it happened so fast."
"So the jerk gets nailed instead," Sam asked with relief.
"Yeah, the clincher was the cops finding out that Max is just barely seventeen. That's pretty much an automatic jail term in these parts, especially since the creep started trying to sing like a canary when a bunch of women started lining up to make their own complaints. Of course, he couldn't say much, or anything at all really. You know, with the broken jaw..."
"So this guys a terminal troublemaker, huh?"
"Well at the very least, I'd say his gym privileges have been seriously revoked." They both sighed for the same reason, letting go of some of the tension that overrode the conversation. But Dean knew that it wasn't at an end yet. "There uh, there is something else Sam," he warned softly, glancing back at the still closed bathroom door. "Max is..."
"What?" Sam grunted, faintly alarmed.
Dean lowered his voice, pacing back and forth before the front door. "She's blaming herself Sam."
"What? No!" Sam protested, his gut twisting again.
"Yeah,' Dean confirmed softly. "The whole ride home, she just kept saying that she shouldn't have gone out, shouldn't have gone to the gym, that she shouldn't have been wearing the workout clothes that she had..."
"That's ridiculous."
"I know," Dean tried to reassure his brother. "We both know who's at fault, but Max is really upset about this. Dude, she didn't want you to find out."
"What!" Sam's voice rose half an octave in disbelief. "Why?"
And this was the part that Dean was really dreading telling his little brother. "Because Sam," he murmured, "she's afraid of how you'll take it. She's scared that... because it's been so long since you guys have... seen each other... Damn it, she's scared that you'll think she... encouraged this."
"No," Sam breathed out an instant denial and Dean felt the brief relief that he'd done the right thing, instead of keeping quiet like Max had wanted. "Let me talk to her," Sam directed.
"Okay, hang on a second," Dean muttered as he began to walk towards the bathroom. "She locked herself in the bathroom as soon as we got back here." Sam silently waited, listening as he heard the faint sounds of his older brother knocking on the door. "Max? Sam's on the phone. He wants to talk to you." There was a pause and Sam couldn't make out her reply, if there was any. "Come on Maxie. Open the door sweetie." God, she was really upset if Dean's tone of voice was anything to judge by. Finally Sam thought he could discern the sound of the door opening. It was confirmed by his brothers, "hey, here, take the phone. He's not gonna bite." Finally there was a crackle as if the phone were switching hands, but still, no one spoke to him. "Okay," Sam heard Dean again. "I'm gonna go pick up some dinner. Burgers okay? I'll be back in half an hour or so, maybe a little longer." There was some shuffling and then, "I'm taking your phone in case you need to get ahold of me. Okay?" Another door slammed and then Sam could hear her soft breath over the phone. Sam held his own breath, wondering if he'd have to make the first move, but then...
"Sam? He breathed out a sigh of relief, though he could hear the fear and hesitation in her voice that Dean had been warning him of.
"Hey sweetheart," he replied softly. "I hear you're having a rough day." Apparently it was the wrong thing to say as he heard a ragged sob and his heart constricted. It was useless to tell her not to cry, because sometimes a body just needed that sort of release. Sam decided that he just needed to go bold and hope he got through to her. "Max," he spoke quietly again, though just loud enough to be heard through her tears, "Dean told me what happened to you and-!"
"Oh God," she cried softly. "I'm sorry!"
"No baby," Sam responded immediately, his hand clenching into a fist, grinding into the arm of the sofa beside him. "You have nothing to be sorry for."
"I shouldn't have gone out," she whispered.
"No. No," he repeated, trying to rein in his anger, not wanting to scare her. "You didn't do anything wrong."
"He called me a..." he heard her choke up again.
"Oh honey," Sam winced. "Whatever he called you, we both know it's not true."
"But-!"
"Sorry, no!" Sam quickly interjected. "Maxie, you could have been doing a striptease in the park and that still wouldn't have given anyone the right to put his hands on you!" He could feel that he'd shocked her by saying that and felt relief when he heard her weak chuckle, until it broke into another jagged cry.
"Oh God Sam! I miss you so much!"
"I miss you too honey," he groaned. "Look Max, if you need me to come out there, I'll leave now."
"But you said we shouldn't-!"
"That doesn't matter now," Sam interrupted "Do you want me to come to you?"
"Yes," the answer was immediate, but then she sighed. "No. We're supposed to meet up with Dad tomorrow."
"And that would deter me how?" Sam asked wryly. "Sweetheart, I would do anything for you. You know that, don't you?"
"Yeah, I know," Max sighed. "But it's okay. I'll get through this."
"I know you will," Sam assured her. "You are the strongest, most wonderful woman I know."
"I didn't feel so wonderful today," she mumbled grumpily.
"Yeah,' Sam caught the new topic, wondering how to broach the fears on his end. "Dean was pretty worried about you, even before the incident at the gym."
"Yeah,' Max agreed. "Seriously, he's been great to me today, for the most part."
"But?" Sam asked, sensing the story he needed to hear.
"Oh Sam, you don't want to hear this," she protested. "It's just... female stuff."
Sam smiled at the typical euphemism that was employed in their family to explain Max's occasional mood swings. "And since you're the female it's affecting, whom I happen to have a great deal of interest in, I think I can handle it sweetheart."
"Oh it's just," Max began, sounding somewhat frustrated. "Okay, I've been reading up on certain things and..." Sam waited. This was obviously very personal for Max and just as obviously difficult to share. "It's uh... I think my birth control pills are throwing me out of whack," she finally got out in a rush and Sam took a moment to try and decipher that.
"Oh," Sam was concerned of course, but also mildly relieved. Birth control, his and hers was something they had discussed before. Such as her decision to remain on it for reasons not related to the prevention of pregnancy. "How so?" Sam asked, intrigued yet at the same time very aware that he might get an answer that most men wanted to avoid.
"Well," she sighed, explaining slowly now, "it feels like there's this... almost like an overload of hormones building up, in my system, you know? Or maybe, my body just doesn't know how to handle the extra."
"Okay," Sam chewed at his lower lip. This wasn't something that had ever occurred to him as a possible side effect.
"This isn't a new problem," Max continued hesitantly. "I've noticed it before. Just um, never to this extent before."
"So what can we do about it?" Sam asked, surprised when he heard another wry chuckle out of her.
"Well we," she drawled and he realized what had made her laugh, "can switch to the mini-pill, as its progestin only, or try a different method altogether."
"Well what would be best for you?" Sam asked and Max softened. He always seemed to know just the right thing to say to her.
"I'm thinking I'll give the mini-pill a try and if that doesn't work, then maybe the depo-provera shot," Max explained.
"Okay," Sam nodded, thinking that it would be wise to do a little reading up on the subject. "You'll keep me posted?"
"If you want me to," she giggled, thoroughly amused by his commitment to see her through even this.
"Of course I do," Sam noted, half sternly. "I care about everything about you."
"I know you do," Max was quiet and serious again. "That's what makes this bearable." Sam was quite sure that she didn't mean just her medical dilemma. Sam waited for anything else forthcoming and then heard her chuckle again. "So I was wondering about something," she began.
"Uh huh?" Sam smiled, finally able to relax since he'd first raced through the door to answer the ringing phone.
"A striptease in the park?" she repeated back to him with a low, throaty laugh and Sam felt himself flush. "Is this something you've thought about before?"
"Oh, well, uh," he mumbled," um... yeah, a few times," he finally admitted, but was quick to add, "just you and me though. It wasn't like-!"
"It's okay Sam," she assured him quickly. "I think about you too, you know."
"Really?" Sam asked, daring to wonder if she'd had fantasies as rich in detail as he'd achieved.
"Would you like to hear what I think about?" her voice went from low to sensual in a heartbeat and Sam felt his cock stir with the blood rushing through his body. Yes he was most definitely interested.
"Yes," he managed to get out, his voice thick with sudden anticipation.
"Are you somewhere comfortable?" she asked softly.
"Yeah, no, wait," Sam mumbled, standing up. The realization of where this conversation was veering had him off balance. They'd danced around phone sex before, hinting at things, but never having the chance because of various interruptions. Sam didn't know also, if this was a reaction to her ordeal at the gym or because her hormones were now working overtime, or even a combination of the two. But if she needed this, he was more than willing to give it to her. He headed for his bedroom. It didn't matter that he now had his own apartment. He wanted to be in a place that reminded him of his most vivid memories of her were. The most intimate. And since there wasn't a motel and the backseat of the Impala wasn't available, his bed it would have to be.
"Sam?" Max asked, slightly breathless.
"Yeah baby?"
"Where'd you go?"
"To the bedroom," he answered honestly, not sure he could explain the reason if she asked, but she didn't.
"Are you naked?" she came out, asking him point blank.
"I'm getting that way," Sam gasped, pulling the phone away from his ear as he tanked his t-shirt up over his head and toeing off his sneakers. "Are you?"
"Do you want me to be?"
"Oh hell yes!"
"Ah. I'll take off my towel then," she chuckled. "Sit down on the bed when you're ready," she instructed him. It took him a few minutes to get rid of the rest of his clothes, but as soon as he could, he was sitting, his mouth dry and his heart racing
"So you're sitting down?" Max asked after a moment.
"Uh huh," Sam murmured, slightly self-conscious, even though he was alone in the apartment.
"All the way on the bed, or at the edge?" she asked softly.
"Does it matter?" he hesitated.
"Mm hmm."
"Oh, at the edge," he answered truthfully.
"And I'm kneeling on the floor in front of you," Max told him huskily. "Pushing your legs apart so that there's room for me. Because I want you in my mouth. Would you like that Sam?"
"Yeah," he answered softly, his breathing shallow.
"Sliding you in and out, making you wet and you feel so hard and smooth." His breath hitched and his eyes drifted shut as his cock began to throb. Slowly he drew his fingertips over the rigid flesh and a small gasp escaped him. "And I'd rub my tongue against you and suck, draw you in deeper." His fingers curled along his shaft, trying to match her description. "I'd press you against the roof of my mouth and slowly pull back and then down again with my lips so tight around you."
The more she spoke, the more vividly his imagination soared. His hand swept up and down the length of his cock, varying in pressure as she directed him. He could feel a slow tension building in his groin. "Oh God," he groaned. "I wanna touch you so bad, right now."
"Touch me where Sam?"
"Your breasts," he answered readily, seeing with his mind, the rosy tint of her nipples.
"Yes," Max sighed. "I want your hands there."
Sam slowed his stroking, not wanting this to end so quickly. "I love playing with your nipples," he murmured throatily, remembering their times before to fuel this fantasy. Remembering the look of passion playing over her face as her back arched beneath him. "Rolling them, pinching them."
"Yes, so good."
"How I can make you come just playing with them," He heard her small gasp and the sudden image of her playing with herself, bringing herself to orgasm stole his breath, but, "not yet baby," he teased. "God, I want to be inside you when you come. Want to feel you around me."
"Yes! How do you want me Sam?"
"On top," he murmured as he lay back on his bed. "I want to see all of you.
"Yes, I want to ride you," Max moaned. "Sink down on your cock. It makes me so wet, having you in my mouth," Sam quickly pulled his hand to his mouth, coating his palm with saliva before returning to his shaft. The liquid feel was a slightly poor substitute, but it didn't matter. "I want you so deep inside me, completing me."
"Yeah, my hands pulling you down..."
"While you thrust up."
"Again and again," he gasped, squeezing tightly, sweeping his fist down to the base of his erection.
"But I want to tease you," she whispered, "the way you tease me. Pull away until you're almost out." Sam circled his cock with his finger and thumb, dragging upwards until he reached the head, swollen and weeping. "And then shallow... shallow... deep..." He matched his stroked to her words again, his hips jerking upwards at every unexpected deep thrust. Her words were coming out in pants. "God Sam deeper!"
'Yes... yes," he chanted as sensation built rapidly.
"Harder Sam," Max gasped. "Make me come!"
"Yes baby," he groaned.
"Now Sam. Now!" Max cried out and the sound of her ragged breaths matching his own sped along his release. His hips and shoulders twitched spasmodically as he milked his orgasm through his cock, bursting from him suddenly.
"Ah Max," he groaned as the lest of his tremors passed through him. He panted a little, feeling drained and could hear her in the same state. And then she chuckled. "What?" he whispered.
"Seein' stars here," she informed him shakily. He laughed along with her.
"Yeah, it's been a long time, hasn't it?" he remarked.
"Too long," she groused.
"I know sweetheart," Sam sighed. "But it won't be much... damn."
"What is it?" Max asked, alarmed.
"No, it's okay," Sam sniggered, having finally made himself move. "It just looks like I'll be doing laundry tonight."
"Oh," she giggled knowingly.
"And um.. washing the wall." There was a choked gasp of surprise.
"You-! Really?"
"It's been a really long time," Sam stressed and then chuckled again. "See? This is why I try to keep my fantasies confined to the shower."
"Ah, the shower," she murmured huskily. Sam's lips twitched and the corners of his mouth curved into a grin as he glanced down at his semi-hard member.
"You'll have to give me a few minutes sweetheart." He heard her sigh.
"As much as I would love to, Dean will probably be back soon.
"Yeah, you're right," Sam agreed, amazed and very thankful that Dean was giving them this much time. He didn't want to contemplate his own embarrassment, much less hers if Dean had walked in on... that. Frowning, he carefully cradled the phone between his ear and shoulder and reached for some tissues from his nightstand.
"But are you feeling better now?" he asked sympathetically.
"Yes and no," she answered quietly.
"Oh?"
"Well, physically, yes, a little bit better. But I just miss you so much more now,"
"I know Maxie," Sam sighed. "It's the same for me."
"You know," she muttered. "If we can't be together just yet, then I think we need to do this more often."
"Yes, if only Dean and Dad would magically disappear whenever we happened to be horny," Sam teased.
"Ooh!" Max crowed. "Magic word- cramps! They always make themselves scarce whenever that subject gets mentioned."
"There you go," Sam laughed. "We'll get this figured out yet."
"I better get dressed," Max blurted out.
"Is Dean back?"
"Yep, he just pulled in."
"Okay," Sam smiled as he heard the hurried sounds of her gathering clothes and then a knock at the door. "Was that on your end?"
"Yeah, just a second," she told him. "Oh Sam, I better hang up soon. The battery is pretty low."
"That's okay sweetie." He heard Dean's voice then, but couldn't make out the words. "Hey Maxie, let me talk to Dean for just a second."
"Okay," she agreed. I love you."
'I love you too Max." And then his older brother was greeting him.
"Hey Sammy!" He let that slide. "You know, whatever the hell you said to her? Keep it up!" Sam blinked once and then began to laugh. Oh, if only he could. "What?" Dean demanded, grinning at the sound of his brother's joyful mirth.
"No, nothing," Sam muttered. Yet another thing he wasn't going to share with his big brother. "Actually Dean," he switched topics. "I just wanted to ask you to keep an eye on her for the next few days."
"Oh? There a problem?"
"Shouldn't be, really," Sam grunted. "But just in case."
"What's going on?"
Sam bit his lip, wondering how much information to impart to his brother, since it wasn't really his place. "Look, just... if she starts getting weepy... or crawling up the walls.. or whatever. Call me!"
"Dude! What the hell? You think this is gonna happen again?"
"It might," Sam winced and there was a moment of silence and then Dean groaned.
"Oh you gotta be shittin' me! This whole this was what... PMS?"
"Dean," Sam warned.
"All right, all right," Dean grunted and then laughed. "Well now I'm glad I got her the large chocolate shake.
"Yeah, she'll like that," Sam agreed. "But anyway, thanks Dean." There was no way that he could express everything he was thankful to his older brother for, but he was pretty sure that Dean would understand.
"Hey, what are big brothers for," Dean teased back. "Hey, battery is gettin' low."
"That's what Max said," Sam noted. "I'll let you go then. Bye."
They hung up and Dean moved to find his plug in charger for his cell phone. He plugged it in to replenish the battery just as Max emerged from the bathroom, dressed in her pajamas. "Hey Maxie, you up for some dinner?"
"Yeah," she smiled shyly. "Suddenly I'm ravenous." She followed the scent of the burgers emanating from the paper bag containing them that Dean had set down. Dean followed and swung a chair around at the table, straddled it and shoved her milkshake towards her. He pulled open the top of the bag and began doling out what he'd purchased.
"So?" he began conversationally. "Feeling better now?" He blinked in surprise when Max choked suddenly, the straw falling from her lips. Her eyes widened and she began to laugh uproariously. Dean grinned at her infectious mirth, even though once again, he didn't quite get the joke.
RTD13- And Have You Been Naughty Or Nice?
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