Sam/Max - Good Gone Girl

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Fandom: Supernatural/Dark Angel
Title: Good Gone Girl
Author: iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Sam Winchester/Max Guevara, John Winchester, Dean Winchester, Cynthia “Original Cindy” McEachin.
tamingthemuse Prompt: Stonewalled
kissbingo Prompt: Experimental: Hickey
Content Warning: So AU it hurts.
Summary: As far as Max was concerned, she wasn’t screwed until they were fitting her for a set of cement shoes.
Author’s Note: For wayitcomes. This will probably make sense to no one but him, but the stitch is this: Max is human and a gang member, the Winchester family is the mob, and they all live in New York City. Complete and total AU.
Disclaimer: I don’t own. They belong to James Cameron and Eric Kripke. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.



As far as Max was concerned, she wasn’t screwed until they were fitting her for a set of cement shoes.

In fact, she really wanted to see them try.

Max was fifteen and considered herself too smart for her own good. She knew the rules regarding John Winchester, and how the gangs in the area didn’t fuck with him unless they had a death wish, but Max wasn’t just a member of any gang. She was an X5, had been on the streets since she was old enough to walk, and had kicked the ass of pretty much everyone else in this city—she didn’t see why John Winchester would be any different. It was why she was sitting in his interrogation room, waiting for him to join her. He seemed to think she had stolen something of his. Maybe he was right, and maybe he was wrong, but for right now, she wasn’t giving anything away. She was cool and comfortable, legs kicked up on the table and waiting expectantly.

She was disappointed when she didn’t get John. She got Dean instead.

Not that Dean wasn’t interesting enough, but it was still a little disappointing. She sighed as she crossed her arms in front of her chest, before shrugging. “So? What’s the dealio with the whole interrogation scenario? Far as I know, you ain’t the cops.”

“No. I’m not. I’m worse.” Dean was nineteen, barely old enough to be considered legal, but he was still a scary son of a bitch. She’d seen him beat men twice his size into submission, but then again so had she. “We know you roll with the X5s. What are you doing around here?”

She shrugged again. “Just goin’ for a walk. Your boys were the ones who seemed to think I was up to somethin’.”

“There’ve been a number of thefts from properties owned by the Winchester family and our associates. We think you did it.”

“Oh. Gotcha,” she smirked. “Got some evidence to go with that? Because I have a feeling if you did, I wouldn’t still be standing.”

“We’re not lookin’ for evidence,” Dean said slowly, watching her as he drummed his fingers against the table. “We’re lookin’ to make you an offer.”

“An offer I can’t refuse,” she teased. “C’mon, seriously, what is this? The Godfather?”

“I’m serious,” Dean replied. “We’ve been looking to make an alliance with the X5s for a while. We’re looking to offer you a job as a sign of good faith.”

“Job doing what?”

“Whatever we need you to do. Enforcement, mostly.” He gestured to the beat up state of his face. “We know you’re pretty good at that.”

Max considered, wondering for a moment if he was actually serious. “This is legit? You want me to work for you.”

“Would I be here if we didn’t?”

“No. But I wouldn’t past you to promise me something just because you think I’ve got your loot and want to get it out of me.” She raised an eyebrow at him, daring him to tell her that she was wrong. “If this is a serious offer, I want someone serious presentin’ it too me. If this is real, I want to hear it from the old man.”

She was calling their bluff, and Dean knew it. He worked his jaw for a moment, before getting up from his seat. “I’ll be right back.”

She wasn’t expecting that. She was expecting a punch to the face and a threat. But she did her best not to let that on and just waited, watching Dean as he disappeared out the door and back into wherever it was they were. She waited for five, ten minutes while Dean tracked down his father, and when he opened the door again, John Winchester was walking through it. She had dealt with a lot of intimidating people, but John was one of the worst. He was the kind of man who looked you dead in the eye and dared you to defy him, but never raised his voice a single decibel.

“Get your feet off my table.”

The or I’ll chop them off was clearly implied, and Max hesitated for only a moment, before she slid her feet off to the side and down onto the floor. He smiled at her, nice and charming, before taking the seat across from her.

“Now. I understand that there’s a problem with the deal my son presented to you?”

“Just wanted to make sure it was legit,” she said evenly. “I’m not in the business of screwing myself because something looks good.”

“Well, it is,” he said with a nod. “We could use muscle like you, and we want to be friends with the X5s, not enemies. We think that this will help get us there.” He paused for a moment, before placing his hands flat on the table. “This is a onetime offer. Are you in or are you out?”

She considered. She knew that there was a large chance that this would come back to bite her in the ass, but she had a feeling she could take it. She took a breath and nodded, before extending a fist out to him. “Alright. I’m in.”

He smirked a bit at that, before meeting the fistbump. “Where I’m from, we usually close business with a handshake.”

Max just smirked back, nonplussed. “Guess you’ll have to learn a new way of doing things.”

***

The first time Max met Sam was Christmas.

John Winchester liked to make his workers feel like part of the family, which meant that they got invited to family events. When Max actually showed at the Winchester Christmas party, she felt incredibly underdressed, but she was doing her best not to let it show. She actually was dressed up, at least for her. Dress pants and a decent top, but she still had on her biker gloves and leather jacket.

Everyone else was dressed in suits and dresses, so Max was just doing her best to blend in with the crowd, and eventually found her way out onto one of the fire escapes, sitting on the railing hanging over the alley beneath them and trying to remember how to breathe again. Too many people who were out of her league, and she was really starting to wonder what she had gotten into, signing up to work for John Winchester. She was just about ready to scale down the fire escape and get out of there when shaggy looking head of brown hair poked itself out the window. He looked a bit surprised to see her, and she raised an eyebrow back.

“Is there a monopoly on this fire escape that I didn’t know about?”

“No! No. Just—was expecting everyone to be at the party.” He shifted out the window and reared up to his full height—damn, he’s tall—and gave her a smile. “You’re Max, right? My dad’s new employee? I’m Sam.”

He extended a hand out to her, and she hesitated before shaking it. Dean had given her the low-down on what Sam did and didn’t know regarding their father’s business, and he expected her to keep that secret as well. Keeping secrets, she didn’t have a problem with. Actually interacting with the golden boy of the Winchester family? Not something she had anticipated. “Yeah. It’s Max.”

“Cool.” He shifted and slid onto the railing next to her, staring back into the window. “I hate these things.”

“What? Not big on the family celebrations?”

“Sure, if it was a celebration with actual family,” he shook his head. “Dad just does this kind of stuff to show off. It’s a pain in the ass.”

“Yeah, but isn’t that part of the whole being rich thing? Showing it off every once in a while.”

“I know. I know. But he doesn’t even bother to do anything that’s for just us. Just with his employees and everyone we’re supposed to consider ‘family.’ Be nice if he did things the other way around for a change.” He shrugged. “I mean, wouldn’t you rather spend more time with your actual family?”

“Sure,” she said, a little bit awkwardly. “If I actually had any.”

There was a long silence, and Sam’s head dropped a bit as he considered that. “Shit. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for that to come out like—”

“Hey. It’s okay.” She shrugged. “You didn’t know.”

“Yeah, but still—” He shook his head. “Dad always said I needed to watch what came out of my mouth.”

She smirked. “Well, next time you’ll know a little bit better.”

He grinned at that, and she couldn’t stop herself from smiling back. He had a really nice smile. “Guess I will,” he nodded.

“You better.”

***

“Sam.”

Sam Winchester was in her bed.

Sam Winchester was supposed to be across town getting ready for school in his house. They weren’t supposed to fall asleep, and Max was currently trying to get him up and awake. Her hand reached back to find his side, before shaking him slightly, hoping to convey the urgency to him.

“Sam!”

Sam mumbled something in response, wrapping his arm around her more and brushing a kiss to his shoulder. “Not yet.”

Clearly she needed to be a bit more proactive. Max shifted and shoved, pushing Sam out of her bed and onto the floor where he landed with a bang! He groaned softly, before looking up at her with a pouty look that only made her want to kiss him. He really needed to stop doing that right now. She jabbed her finger in the direction of the clock which was blinking seven-fifteen in bright red letters.

“You’re gonna be late.”

Sam’s eyes followed her finger before they widened. “Shit! I gotta get home.” He bounced to his feet, running around the room to grab the various articles of clothing from the room, before heading towards the door. “I’ll call you later.”

He didn’t even give her a chance to respond before throwing the door to her room open and blowing out past Original Cindy. The other girl just blinked at the flash of Sam, before glancing over at Max with a Look.

“Was he here all night?”

Max gave her a hesitant smile. “We didn’t do anything?” Not that they hadn’t done things before, but Max felt that was important for clarification.

She rolled her eyes, before walking over and sitting on the edge of the bed. “That boy is making you soft, boo.”

Max made a face at her as she started to reach for a pair of sweats off the floor, sitting so that she was sitting next to OC. “What the hell’s that supposed to mean?”

“Falling for the boss’s son?” the other woman replied. “Walking around with hickeys all over the place? That boy is going to get you into a whole mess of trouble and you’re not even seeing it.”

“How is he going to get me in trouble?”

“Because he doesn’t know what his father does for a living. What you do for his father.” OC paused for a moment, before reaching over and placing a hand on her friend’s shoulder. “I think he’s good for you, and he’s got a good heart, but he’s either gonna get you killed or break your heart, and right now? I’m not seein’ which would be worse.” Max was quiet, unsure of what to say, and OC wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “I’m just lookin’ out for my favorite female. You know that, right?”

“Yeah,” Max said weakly. “I know.”

“Just be smart about this.” She gave Max one last squeeze before pushing up and heading back into the kitchen. “You want some coffee?”

“Yeah,” Max sighed after her. “I’ll be there in a sec.”

She just had to finish sorting everything out first.

***

“Come with me.”

Sam was upset. Sam probably had every reason to be upset, given what he just found out about his family. Sam had just told her that he was leaving New York, going to Stanford, and he wasn’t coming back. Sam wanted her to go with him.

Max had no idea what to do.

This was her choice to make. His hands were resting on her hips, and he was so close that she was having a hard time thinking straight enough for something this serious. She took a step back, holding her hands out in front of her to keep him from getting closer, and just let herself think.

The problem was, she knew what the answer was before he even asked. This wasn’t a matter of what she felt. It was just a matter of what she knew. She knew that John Winchester had treated her like family, more so than anyone else ever had. She knew that she had a job here, and a purpose. She knew that she loved Sam, but she was only eighteen. She was probably going to love a lot of people, and maybe it wouldn’t feel like this, but it wasn’t worth abandoning John over.

She took another step back, and she shook her head.

“I can’t.”

“You’re just going to stay here,” Sam said coolly. “You’re going to keep working for him even though you know what he does?”

Max didn’t have the luxury of being that honorable. She never had and she never would. She looked up at him and shrugged. “I always knew what he did, what he was. I can’t just abandon him, Sam. He gave me a shot.”

“And what about me?” he asked, obviously hurt. “What about what I am to you?”

She shook her head. “We’re too young. I can’t.” She looked down at her hands. “It’s not the right time.”

“Right.” Sam said as he backed away, heading for the door. “I have a feeling it probably never would be.”

She watched as he walked out the door of her apartment, and waited. She waited almost an hour before moving to pick up her cell phone, dialing a number before placing it to her ear. He wasn’t the person she wanted to be spending her time with at the moment, but he’d be able to help get her past it. She swallowed hard, steeled her voice and waited for Dean to pick up the phone.

“Yeah?”

“We have anyone in need of a beat down?” she asked slowly, rolling her shoulders a bit. “I’m in the mood to work.”