Max or Maxine? [CampCamp] Kinda been talking with some peeps of mine and was presented with an idea to do a girl version of Max, and so this happened.. Lol..
''What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you,,
Supernatural oc? - Maxine Laurent
Memenoto mori , chain smoker , queer , black box dye , resentment , one sided love , nepo baby hunter , earphone addict , motorcyclist
(lore + music below)
Maxine was born as an only child to a single mother, her mother was a lone hunter who traveled all through america in order to help with whatever case she could find. Once Maxine was born she slowed down for a few years but never really stopped, relying on towns day care centres or babysitters.
At around 6 years old instead of leaving her with sitters, Maxine’s mother would leave her in motels with the door locked and strict rules to never answer it or leave the room. She spent her days watching tv shows, doing worksheets to help learn what she should be in school and eating whatever takeout and snacks her mother left with her. She never worried about her mother, she knew she was good. She always came back eventually.
Since it was only ever her and her mother, Maxine assumed she was the only hunter in the world. That was proven wrong when with a particularly big vampires nest she called in ‘help.’
She couldn’t really remember his name now, something like Joseph? John? Joel? Whatever she didn’t really care to remember. What she did remember more was that she had to stay in another old motel with the man’s kids, two boys one a bit older than her and one the same age as her. Much like their father she didn’t care to remember their names..
She spent most of the night giving few word answers to the questions they asked, the older one seemed like he wouldn’t stop talking with bad attempts at humour. The other boy was quieter, she remembered him looking over to her bed while she worked on a page of math questions, offering her help if she wanted it but.. Of course she refused.
Once her mother finally came back, she left without a second thought. Not wasting her own time to ‘get to know them’ as her mother suggested. She didn’t need to befriend two random people that she would probably never see again.
When she was ‘old enough’ to start going with her mother on hunts she jumped at the opportunity, and she was good too. Well as good as a 14 year old girl could be.
That’s how it was for years, just her and her mother going across the country together and hunting whatever they could find. Being with just one person for that long can really, really drive you to hate them.
They fought more as more as time went on, the fights seeming to get worse every time but they could usually come back from it and act as if nothing happened.. But not this time.
After a particularly bad fight, Maxine had said to her mother that she would run away and she’d never see her again. Her mother’s only response was “I’d like to see how far you’d get without me, you’d be dead in a ditch in a week.”
With that, Maxine packed a bag and left the old motel room. She didn’t have a car so she just walked.. She didn’t know where she was walking to but she wouldn’t stop, because she wouldn’t come crawling back to her mother liked a kicked puppy and prove everything she said right.
It was hard, harder than anything she’d ever done. She would spend her nights in old abandoned buildings she found, staring at her phone waiting for her mother to call her back, tell her she was sorry and to come home. It never did ring though, and Maxine wouldn’t be the first to break that contact.
Eventually, she found her footing somehow. She ended up with a job in a cafe that was on a college campus, she’d heard it was a good school but college wasn’t really for her.. She tried to make friends with some of the students that were regulars, even becoming good friends with a girl. Jessica Moore, she was studying at Stanford and would go to the cafe to study whenever she could.
Maxine found herself hanging out with her on her breaks or.. Covering her drinks for her to be nice as she put it, she would listen to her talk about some of her crushes. Ignoring the sick feeling it gave her every time but they all passed eventually, until she started talking to some guy named Sam..
Once they started dating Jessica decided she had to meet him, during her break they had both come down to the cafe to get acquainted. Maxine felt like she knew him, or at least had met him before but she just couldn’t put her finger on it. How he offered her help when she got up to clear their glasses, it just felt familiar.
She put it out of her mind, much like how she ignored the pit in her stomach every time she watched Jess and Sam hold hands or hug in front of her. It was probably nothing, just a feeling she couldn’t pin down.
Everything was fine again, it felt normal. That was of course until the night Jessica died, that’s when something in her mind finally clicked. Sam Winchester, one of the sons from that hunter who helped her mother years ago.
He left to go on a ‘trip’ with his brother to find their father and now, her best friend was dead. It sparked a long snuffed out fire within her to find out what happened, to hunt down whatever did it because there was no way it was a freak accident.
She spent months tailing the two boys, watching what they did who they talked to.. Finding out what they knew and going off on her own to investigate herself.
That was until they caught her finally, the older brother she now knew as Dean had slashed the back tire on her moterbike and then practically chased her down to catch her and bring her back to the motel they had been staying at.
Sam of course recognised her immediately and had Dean untie her, they talked for.. A long time about what she was doing, involving a lot of choice words from Maxine for them getting her best friend killed but Dean made Sam leave when she started getting a bit too riled up.
Eventually they reached a compromise, they would work ‘together’ to figure this all out and Dean would replace her tire. Maxine still kept them at arms length, she would work on her own investigations and let them work on theirs but would report her findings to them.
After some time it became less hostile but it was clear to them Maxine had a lot of.. inner conflicts that they couldn’t help with. Though at least they could help each other with somethings, eventually being able to call each other friends. Kinda.
Music
Never let me down again - Depache mode
Wicked game - HIM
She’s my suicide - Black angel
Class of 2013 - Mitski
All the things she said - t.A.T.u
Human nature - Madonna
BEAT UP CHANEL$ - slayyyter
I don’t smoke - Mitski
Girls - The Dare
P.S ~ I know that was a total yappathon but hopefully she was enjoyable, i took some inspo from @/vinylfawn for the layout i hope that’s okay <3
