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*he frowns, putting down his glass of beer*

Ignoring what, Max?

*she doesn't look at him, can't look at him. Her eyes stay focused on her mug of beer, which has gone untouched all night.

God, she doesn't want to have to tell him about this.*

First thing's first. *she pulls her sleeve up a bit, revealing runes (http://alec494.egoism.jp/LATR/stillframe198.jpg) that have recently re-appeared on her skin* Have you noticed any more of these on my skin lately?

I -- no. *he frowns, trying to think* Max . . . what are those?

They're runes. *pulls her sleeve back down* They were encoded into my DNA and they're written in an ancient, dead language. They usually pop up when something big is going down, or about to.

*she pauses, laughs humorlessly* And they're actually the least of my worries right now.

Do you know the language? Or, uh, why? *he tilts his head, watching her* What else is going on?

Do I know what it is? Yes. Do I know how to read it? No. Logan's been working on translating it, but the alphabet was never fully translated, so...we're essentially stuck when it comes to that.

*Okay. This is it, he asked. She takes a deep breath, lets it out.* Dean...

*And then she looks at him, really looks at him, for the first time all night, and even though she promised herself she'd be honest about this with him...

Her face crumples, tears starting to stream down her cheeks without her knowledge. She looks back down at the table, then at their glasses, at her hands - anywhere but at him.*

I don't want to tell you this. I really, really don't.

Hey -- *he frowns, really worried now. Max, from what he knows of her so far, isn't the kind of girl who cries easy. He reaches out, touches her cheek, brushing away some of the tears* You don't have to tell me anythin you don't want to, okay? Just -- Max, you sound like you need help, hon.

OOC: OMG, you got them an icon!!! *draws hearts*

*She gives up, hiding her face in her hand, crying silently for a few moments. Besides hearing the worry in his voice, she can hear it in her head - hear his thoughts in her head. His and everyone else's.

She came to him because she didn't want to talk to Logan or Alec or anyone else about what it could mean yet. It could mean another attack is on the way, or something else about the end of the world...

Yeah. This is why she went to see him first, to try to get her mind off of it. But she can't.

She finally looks up, her expression utterly defeated, eyes still filled with tears, and she swallows, trying to compose herself.*

Dean, I...when these pop up, they usually mean something's changing with me, too. I find out I can do something new that I couldn't before.

Dean, I can hear other people's thoughts.

ooc: cause they're all pretty

*it's a surprise -- but after he thinks about it for a moment, it shouldn't be too much of a surprise. She's like -- the perfect soldier, right? Or course you'd want your perfect soldier to be able to hear other people's thoughts. Don't know what sequence of genes they manipulated in order to get result, but why wouldn't they, if they could?

He wonders for a moment how Sam would feel about this, about how Sammy would react to knowing that there were other ways to get to the powers he's got going on that didn't require gargling on hot demon blood as a baby, and then he pushes the thought away.*

No wonder you're freakin out, Max. That's -- that's a hell of a thing to have to deal with.

*She is supposed to be the perfect soldier, but what scares her is that the other perfect soldiers can't do this. They don't have mysterious tattoos written in a foreign language popping up on their skin, either. All she can think right now is "why is it me?"

She nods, wipes at her eyes again. She heard the part about his brother - that he's got a similar thing going on with him, and part of her wants to ask, but she also doesn't want to pry.*

Yeah. And I've got a feeling that's not where it ends.

Usually is best to confront shit straight on.