"Max! Max!" yelled Bobby looking through his books. "Where is that damn book?" He mumbled to himself.
"Need any help Bobby?" asked Sam as he and Dean stood on the other side of the desk watching him rip apart his library.
"Alright, alright," said a voice coming down the stairs.
Dean and Sam looked up to the stairway to see a girl skipping down the steps wearing dark denim shorts, a red t-shirt and her hair was in waves down past her shoulders. Sam raised his eyebrows as Dean's mouth opened a little then shook it off when he saw her coming closer. He turned to Sam. "Did you know Max was a girl?" he whispered and Sam shook his head. Their attention both went back to Max.
"Maxine where is that demon possession book?" asked Bobby leaning against the table.
She just laughed a little walking around Dean and Sam as she pushed a chair up against the bookcase and climbed on top of the chair. She leaned up placing her one foot on the back of the chair and reached up to the top shelf.
Dean's eyes scanned her body, from the top of her head down to her legs. He licked his lips seeing how high her shorts went after putting her foot on the back of the chair.
Max grabbed the book and tossed it to Bobby. "Thanks…"
"I told you where I put it but, like every Singer in the world, has horrible listening skills when it comes to women." She stepped down from the chair putting it back.
"I believe that may be every male in the world you're talking about not just Singers," said Sam.
Max smiled. "Probably." She crossed her arms across her chest and Dean interrupted.
"Not me," he said, "I listen very well. I'm an awesome listener."
She raised her eyebrows and nodded. "Good to know." Sam turned his head giving Dean a look knowing his brother was just trying to impress this young girl.
"I'm Dean by the way," he said holding his hand out.
She took it and smiled. "Maxine Singer, Bobby's niece."
"You never told us you had a niece," said Sam looking at Bobby who had his nose in the book.
"Really?" asked Bobby and then looked at Dean who was still holding Max's hand smiling at her then looked back at Sam. "I wonder why she never came across my mind."
"Max why don't you go clean up the kitchen for me then go make some rock salt bullets huh?"
She looked back at her uncle and nodded. "Sure thing Uncle Bobby." She dropped Dean's hand and walked into the kitchen. Dean quickly glanced at her ass as she walked and bit his lip. Damn.
Bobby cleared his throat pulling out his gun letting it sit on the table facing Dean. Dean turned around and eyed the gun on the desk.
"If I see you eyeing my niece up like that again three guesses where a bullet is going to go and the first two don't count."
Dean stood straight up fear a little in his eyes and he smiled nervously. "No problem Bobby."
As Max was putting away the dishes Sam came in, "Uh your Uncle wants to know how the rounds are going?"
"They would be going somewhere sooner if he knew how to do the dishes himself," she answered sarcastically.
Sam laughed. "I don't think we were introduced my brother sort of hogged the attention back there, I'm Sam."
"Maxine, but you already guessed that." She turned her head smiling at him before putting the plates away.
He nodded and Dean walked in, "What's taking you so long Sammy?" He looked over to see Max bending down and he smiled. "Oh I see why."
Sam shook his head. "No, that's not it. Grow up Dean." Sam walked out of the kitchen and Dean continued to smile as Max bent back up. She grabbed some bowels and turned her head to look at Dean.
"Anything I can help you with Dean?" She turned back to the cabinet and opened it up.
"Oh in many ways," he said under his breath but Max heard it smiling a bit as she shook her head. He strutted over next to her leaning against the counter. "So, Maxie how exactly are you related to Bobby?"
"His youngest brother, Charlie," she said closing the cabinet door and then leaning against the counter on her side, "I'm the only child of the generation so Bobby sort of let me know little by little what exactly is going on in the world. And to never tell my father because he would just put Uncle Bobby in the nut house…'scuse me."
Dean moved over as she kneeled next to the bottom cabinet and pulled out the bag of salt. She took it over to the table. "So, I'm sorry to hear about your father."
Dean raised his eyebrows. "You knew him?"
"Of course I did," she said smiling and turning back around, "he taught me how to use a gun." Dean smirked. "He was a cool guy and he loved you boys. He kept a picture of you two in his wallet from when you guys were real young. That thing looked like it's seen better days." She laughed as she walked towards the closet opening it up. "He told me one day, he'd do anything for you two and he knew the only way to keep you two safe was to keep you around him and learn as much as you could to be able to protect yourselves." She grabbed the bullets and walked out closing the door with her foot.
"Funny how he never mentioned you to us."
"Well you know how your father was kept a lot of things hush hush until the last minute."
Dean nodded. "You hit the nail on the head."
She laughed setting everything up at the table. Dean wanted to get the topic of his father off the table so he walked over to her. "So how old are you?"
"I'm eighteen." Thank God. Dean smiled a little. "Don't even think about it."
"What?" he asked innocently.
"I know what you're going to try to do."
"What is that?"
"Ask me out."
"No I wasn't." She turned raising an eyebrow. "Ok I was." He gave her a charming smile. "What do you say?"
"I'll have to decline."
"And why is that?"
"One Bobby will make you a unick and two you're not my type."
"What are you talking about? I can be your type; I'm every woman's type."
"Extremely and how exactly am I not your type?"
"I don't date hunters especially ones that charming, cocky, self centered and only think with the downstairs brain."
"We'll see," he said walking away and she looked at him confused.
"See what?" she asked with her arms across her chest.
"You'll learn to like me and it'll be a matter of time before you give in because honey I am not giving up. I also love a challenge."
"No matter how many times you ask and even when you turn blue in the face I will keep saying no."
He shook his head a smirk playing on his lips. "I don't think you would." He winked at her before leaving the room.
Authors Note: Ok so I've had some things going on with me in the past couple days so I decided to write this little chapter to make myself feel better. Hopefully you guys like a chase story because this is what it's all gonna be about Dean chasing Maxine.