Angels and Demons (Stiaasac Teen Wolf)

Chapter 10

"Anything?" Isaac was throwing something in the air while laying in bed. "It's been a week."
  "I have a lot to look over," Stiles sighed. "It's hard. My brain is melting as we speak."
  "Will Alena be able to tell that you've been tampering with it?" He asked, turning in the bed.

    "I'm not sure," He sighed. "I have tried a lot of different things. Even while you were sleeping."
    "Well I've gotta get a shower," Isaac sat up. "Here is a towel to cover your head."
    "Fine," Stiles groaned, getting up and following him into the bathroom after passing Jackson. "Does Chris know about your scar there?"
  "No," Isaac shrugged. "Does anyone know about your nightmares? You barely get three hours of sleep. Why?"
    "Why do I have the nightmares or why haven't I told anyone?" Stiles threw the towel over his head.

   "Both."
  "I don't want anyone to worry about me. It makes me seem weak," Stiles played with his hands. "The nightmares started to get worse after Void. Playing over and over. No matter how hard I try to save everyone, they always die."
    "I had them too," Isaac called from the shower. "For months."
  "How did you get rid of them?"
  "I realized that there was nothing I could change about the past," He sighed. "Everything happens and time can't be changed."
    "Right," Stiles nodded a little.

    "It wasn't your fault," Isaac's voice was soft. "It was just easier to blame someone. I know it wasn't you though." Stiles let out a sigh. "Still a jackass though."
    "Thanks. I thought we were getting somewhere," Stiles groaned. "A genuine moment."
    "We were, this is how I connect," Isaac stuck his head under the water. "I really fucking wish we weren't literally bound together."
    "Am I that bad of company?" Stiles tried to make it sound light and jokeful. It did not come out that way.

    "Not all of the time," Isaac thought. "I just don't like that I have no personal space. What if I get.."
  "Hah," Stiles almost choked. "At least I wouldn't know. I mean I doubt you get anything from being with me for all hours of the day."
    Isaac was quiet for a moment, "Yeah well, especially not smelling like Jackson all of the time." Stiles swallowed and nodded though Isaac was not looking at him. "In all fairness, though. You aren't the worst person to be bound to. Not awful to look at. Annoying, sure, but you've been quiet." Stiles lets a low laugh out. "What about you? Am I so bad?"
    "No," Stiles shrugged. "I've been stuck with worse people. Peter. Gerard. Early Derek. You know, the whole play bin. And, you are nicer than all of them."
  "That isn't the best analogy. I was hoping for someone not so psycho," Isaac laughed.

   "Well, I wasn't stuck with anyone else," Stiles laughed. "Unless you count my dad."
  "I know," Isaac said. "I was joking. You should learn to take a joke. Teasing. I'm not holding a knife to your throat. I heard you did that with Jackson though. How was that?"
    "I was half asleep," Stiles groaned. "I didn't mean to."
    "I would have loved to see that," Isaac laughed. "Keep that towel on your head, I'm getting out."

    "I am," Stiles mumbled. Something tingled in his chest. He didn't know what was happening but a strong metallic taste rose in his throat. Isaac noticed the shift in the room. The smell of confusion.

    "What?" Isaac asked. "Do you feel like you are going to have a panic attack?"
  "No," Stiles mumbled. "Put clothes on fast. Something is wrong."
  "What do you mean something is wrong? How do you know?" Isaac was trying to pull his pants on as fast as he could. "What is it?"
    "I just have this feeling," Stiles explained. "It's wrong. Something is going to happen."
  "Stiles look at me," Isaac snapped. "How bad is the threat? Is this like Lydia?"

   "No," Stiles shook off the towel. "I don't know. It just feels dark. It's getting closer. We have to call Dean." Isaac nods, grabbing his phone while Stiles grabbed his own. Both trying to call Dean and Chris who were off working a case. Sam brought Jack with him back to Kansas looking for more on Stiles. Jackson. Stiles jumped up quickly running out. Isaac barely had time to register before the shock went up his arm. He followed Stiles out mumbling something that Stiles couldn't understand. "Jackson!"
    "He's in his room," Isaac called turning him down the hall. "This way." He opened Jackson's door. The latter not looking happy about the two busting in.