Forward:

Okay here's the deal. This whole thing is probably gonna be quite confusing as to the fact that there is a magnificent show titled "Dark Angel" that some of you might be fans of in which there is also a genetically engineered character named "Max". But the "Max" that I am referring to is the one in an equally if not more magnificent character that is in the book "Maximum Ride" by James Patterson and who is also…… ((Ahem)) enhanced. I am talking about two different people and I hope I do Max, the rest of the flock, and the Winchester's justice. I DO NOT OWN THE WINCHESTERS, MAXIMUM RIDE, OR FANG ,IGGY, GASMAN, NUDGE, or ANGEL, such belonging to the CW and James Patterson, respectfully, I just wished to mash them together in a world of my own, for entertainment purposes and improving my creative writing and typing skills only. Now, without further rambling…..

Warning: Slightly coarse language (nothing you wouldn't see on the show), and there may be very minor spolierage

"Well that had to be the worst place we've ever eaten." Sam Winchester said, walking out toward he and his brother's 1967 Impala from an incredibly greasy diner aptly named 'Gussie's Greasy Spoon'.

"It's not my fault Gussie took such a shine to you, Sammy." Dean said, smirking from over to jet black car, referring to their waitress and the owner, who weighed over three hundred pounds and had in her possession a quite impressive mustache and a habit of winking at Sam at every visit to their perch at the counter.

"Bite me. Do you want to hear what I found or not?" Sam said, swinging into the passenger seat.

Dean slid the key into the ignition and the car roared to life. "Shoot." He said, steering the car from the parking place and down the street towards their next destination.

Sam flipped a dark hair out of his face with a nod of his head and opened his laptop, opening to webpage with the news article that read, "WEREWOLVES TERRORIZE CHILDREN!"

"An entire tour bus claiming to have seen four or five guys with 'wolf-like' features chased six kids down a street in Lincoln, Nebraska." Sam recited, summarizing the article for his brother.

Dean gave the road in front of him a confused look, which promptly disappeared under the tires of the Impala. "'Wolf like'? What is 'wolf-like' mean?" Dean asked, risking a glance at the computer in Sam's lap.

Sam squinted at the article, "Uhhh….. Fangs, face fur, claws," Sam listed "snouts…." He finished, raising his eyebrows, "Could be enough to look into."

Dean shrugged, "Sure, why not?" He said, glancing into the rear-view mirror an merging into the highway. "Been a long time since we swung by Nebraska."

Sam looked at his brother with surprise. "Really? Just like that? You agree with me?"

Dean raised an eyebrow at Sam. "Yeah, Sammy. Why wouldn't I?"

"Nothing, I'm just wondering if I need to break out the holy water. You haven't exactly been agreeable lately, Dean."

"You get water on this jacket, I'm gonna hurt you." Dean chuckled. I know I've been an ass lately, Sam, and I'm sorry. It really does song like something we can look into."

Sam nodded and splashed a little holy water on Dean anyway, which earned him a punch in the arm from his brother.