Max reappeared mid-teleport—
But instead of arriving where he intended, he found himself standing inside a quiet little bar.
Warm lighting.
Old wood.
Soft music.
And behind the counter—
Chuck.
The so-called God of the Supernatural universe.
Currently playing the trombone.
Max stared for a moment.
"…Interesting."
Chuck lowered the instrument slowly.
"I didn't know you had the power to intercept my teleportation."
Chuck looked more annoyed than threatened.
"You're not supposed to be here."
He casually waved one hand.
Max instantly felt reality itself trying to erase him.
Not kill.
Not banish.
Erase.
Max blinked.
"…Oh."
He looked mildly impressed.
"That's what you tried to do."
He brushed some dust off his coat.
"You attempted to delete me mid-teleport."
Chuck narrowed his eyes.
"And it didn't work."
Max grinned slightly.
"Yeah…"
"I can't really allow that."
With a simple motion, Max grabbed the entire bar's surrounding space and crushed it inward like folding paper.
Reality warped violently.
The two of them were instantly thrown into one of Chuck's abandoned universes.
A dying world beneath a blood-red sky.
Chuck immediately attacked.
No hesitation.
Meteors fell from orbit.
Leviathans erupted from the ground.
Hellhounds charged from every direction.
Lightning.
Smiting.
Reality manipulation.
Entire mountains collapsed toward Max.
And Max just stood there.
Most attacks barely even touched him.
The few that did—
He simply ignored.
"…Wow," Max muttered while casually brushing dust off his shoulder.
"You are really an angel boy."
Chuck's expression twisted immediately.
"Don't you dare mock me!"
The attacks intensified.
Reality itself bent violently around them.
Max sighed.
"…Alright."
"My turn."
His eyes glowed crimson.
"And this time…"
A dark smile spread across his face.
"My brother and sister aren't here to hold me back."
The atmosphere changed instantly.
Every ability Max possessed activated simultaneously.
The world screamed.
Space shattered.
Entire oceans evaporated.
Continents collapsed.
Magic.
Reality warping.
Conduit powers.
Authority.
Holy energy.
Void manipulation.
Everything erupted at once.
The planet didn't explode.
It ceased functioning as a coherent concept.
Then—
Silence.
A second later—
They were back inside the recreated bar.
Chuck stood there barely intact.
Blood covered him.
His body was cracked and failing.
He physically couldn't speak anymore.
Max stood calmly across from him.
Not even breathing hard.
"Don't worry," Max said casually.
"I'll leave soon."
"You'll probably never see me again."
He stepped closer slightly.
"But honestly?"
He looked genuinely disappointed.
"You're an even worse excuse for a god than Zeus."
Chuck twitched angrily.
Max shrugged.
"Thank God my brother is more civilized than you."
Then Max vanished again.
Several hours later—
Max casually reappeared inside the Men of Letters bunker carrying several pizza boxes.
Dean immediately looked up.
"…Please tell me that's pizza."
"It is."
Dean grabbed a slice before Max even sat down.
Sam sighed.
"You disappeared for hours."
Dean pointed with the pizza.
"Did you find Crowley?"
"…Or run into Amara?"
Max sat down casually.
"Found Crowley."
He grabbed a slice himself.
"He's looking for Amara too."
Dean frowned.
"…Seriously?"
Max nodded.
"Apparently leaving a soul-devouring cosmic entity wandering around isn't great for business."
Dean reluctantly admitted that made sense.
The bunker fell quiet for a moment as everyone ate.
Honestly—
The pizza wasn't even very good compared to Max's cooking.
But there was something comforting about it.
Simple.
Warm.
Normal.
Dean was already halfway through his second slice.
Sam looked exhausted.
Castiel was still quietly trying to process Max's existence.
Max smiled faintly.
"…Well."
He stood up.
"I should get going."
Dean frowned slightly.
"That it?"
"Pretty much."
Max stretched.
"Try not to die horribly."
"No promises," Dean answered immediately.
Max laughed.
Then vanished.
But before leaving permanently—
He quietly left behind one final gift.
The First Blade.
Restored.
Not fully repaired.
But granted one final true use.
Enough to matter when the time came.
And somewhere far away—
Chuck sat alone in silence, still trying to understand what exactly had just walked through his universe.
[A: So, apparently everyone wants a female Angel Dust. Not a single vote as to not change him and keep him the same. If you have any preferred looks or pictures post them here. Or physical upgrades to Angel Dust have the transformation. And screw the break. I enjoy writing and you guys seem to really like the story. Anyways enjoy]