The Secret Winchester

"Thanks for ruining my vacation"

Jacks POV
After Stiles and I decided we would take a break to train, we went everywhere. We never stayed in one place to long afraid the Winchesters would find us and as Stiles said "gut us like fish". It's only been about a week and a half but Stiles is a great teacher. I already mastered my power release, making sure when I do use them I don't kill anyone, for this we spent a lot of time in forests. Then we worked on not letting my emotions trigger any outbursts, this was difficult and it's still a work in progress though it is a lot better then originally.
"Jack ya comin?" Stiles calls with a wave from his place ahead of me.
He was really upset he could bring his Jeep, yet he looked pretty pleased with the mustang he was able to take. He goes on and on for hours about how "beautiful his 1970 mustang" is and how "she runs silky smooth for her age", I don't really know what that means but I like hearing him talk. His voice is comforting to me.
"Yes." I say walking up beside him into the diner. Going up to order our food, I look around at the interior of the place. It's pretty quite inside, but it has a friendly feeling to it.
"Alright so after we grab our food, we'll start heading over to find the dream-walker. Sound good?" He asks leaning against the counter. His body sat awkwardly in the clothes we had to borrow. The sleeves of the black t-shirt squeezed Stiles arms and torso from being to small, and his pants hung low on his hips from being half a size to small. To hide this fact he casually side his hands into his pockets, trying to suddenly pull up the low pants.
"Yes, that sounds good." With a chuckle he rolls his eyes at me.
"Come on Jack-Jack, we talked about this! There's no need to be so formal, loosen up a bit." He scolded. He's taken to calling me Jack-Jack over the past 2 weeks because he said I remind him of the mouse from Cinderella.
"Oh, right. Ahem, yeah sounds good." I clear my throat before correcting myself.
"Dylan!" The lady by the register calls Stiles.
"Alrighty, let's hit the road Jack." He laughs as he leads the way to the car.

Time skip~
"Hello" I greet the girl with unruly curls and dark, tanned, skin. She gives me a skeptical look but I just smile at her, hoping to ease her uneasiness.
"Hi." She reluctantly reply's, looking anywhere but at me.
"My name is Jack." I am unable to keep the excitement out of my voice. We finally found her! Now I can open the rift so that I can bring back Sam and Dean's mom.
"What's your poison Jack?" I almost forgot I was in a rehab center undercover. Slightly panicked, I look around trying to think of a drug to through out there.
"Cocaine!" I finally shout. Laughing, she looks at me with a raised eyes brow.
"Well okay then, but listen you might want to get yourself a new first day buddy. I don't do all that." She discards me walking over to the snack table.
"I know your a dream walker and I need your help." I whisper. She immediately tenses up and backs away from me slightly.
"I don't know what your talking about." She says playing dumb.
"Derek sent me. He said you were one of the most powerful dream walkers he's ever known. I need you help." I plead. At this point she seems just plain angry, turning her back to me to walk away but I cut her off.
"I don't do that." She growled. Running out of ways to persuade her I look out the window.
"I can get you out of here." This peaks her interest instantly. Her curly haired head shot up and looked around.
"What?" Her features looked excited but she sounded a bit scared.
"Follow me," I move towards the hall to the back door, indicating for her to follow me. We quickly make our way through the hallway passing all the doors filled with patients.
"Where are we going?" She asked though before I could answer a doctor comes along to stop us. Pushing my fingers to his forehead lightly, I put him to sleep and keep moving.
"What did you do!" She almost screamed. Looking back to make sure I didn't accidentally set him aflame, I let out a relieved sigh at his chest raising and falling on the floor.
"He's just sleeping." I say proudly, before pushing the back door open.
"That door was triple locked." She exclaimed amazed.
"Was it?" Those were some really bad locks.
"What are you?" Finally stopping the the alley, I can spot Stiles leaning against his mustang across the way. Giving a proud smile when he sees her he relaxes, sliding his hands in his pockets.
"That's a long story," I sigh thinking about it.
"Alright well thanks for the break out but I'm gonna go now." She says turning to leave. Panicking slightly I shoot Stiles a quick look before calling to her.
"We had a deal!" I shout accusingly. Turning back she rolls her eyes.
"The only deal I heard was you would get me out." Feeling frustrated, I grab her arm to stop her from leaving.
"We need your help, so your not going anywhere." Stiles smiled tightly, but his eyes didn't leave room for argument. Pulling her arm from my grip she runs. Though before I could catch her, I'm being held in place by both arms.
"Dad?" Stiles called. Jack looks over to see Sam and Dean restraining him.
"Sam?" I ask, he looked split between sad and angry.
"What are you doing I need her!" I shout at them, being able now to show I was angry without hurting anyone I rip my arms from them.
"For the same reason you needed Derek?" Dean asks.
"Yes!" I exclaim, finally they understand. During all this Stiles moves away from his car and over towards us.
"You want for kill her?" Sam asks. Whipping my head in his direction I shoot him a confused look.
"He's dead?" Stiles asked, his voice low and monotone, but I could see the fear and sadness hidden in his eyes. Dean finally turns to his son, walking over to him giving him a curt nod.
"Yeah, how you left him!" Dean says trying to melt me with his glare.
"I didn't kill Derek." Checking with Stiles just to be sure, he gives a nod in agreement.
"Derek was the one who told us about Kaia, he said he couldn't help us but she could. When we left he told us to tell her he would be emailing her again soon." Stiles explained, running a frustrated hand through his hair. Both of the older Winchesters share a look before letting their guard down.
"You've been with him this whole time!" Sam asks his nephew. Rolling his eyes and letting his shoulders sag, he nods his head.
"We thought you went after Jack, to bring him back. Or at least that's what you said in the note you left us." Dean confronted his son angrily.
"Because that's what I wanted you to think. I knew you wouldn't let me go if I asked if we could get away so I could train him. You don't trust him. Hell you only trust me barely trust me and that's only because I'm blood." Stiles shrugged. Dean seemed to shrink back at the last comment. Looking over at Sam like a wounded puppy, I could see his eyes gloss over.
"Sti..." The oldest Winchester said moving closer to him. Though the youngest refused to make eye contact. He kept his eyes trained on his car across the alley.
"Look it's fine, I get it. You can't trust a lot of people in this line of work, spare me the heart to heart." With a defeated shrug of the shoulders his emotionless face stares Dean dead on.
"Stiles!" Sam scolded, though it didn't seem to mean much to him either.
"If you would have trusted me you wouldn't have gone looking for Jack yourselves. You would have left it alone because you knew I could do it, but you didn't. I knew you wouldn't, why do you think it took you this long to find us?" This seemed to hit his guardians hard. Their minds looked back over it visibly, going over the entire situation for Stiles' standpoint.
"Jack did she say anything that could give us a lead on where she's going?" He straighten up, changing the subject. Shaking my head now, he lets out yet another disappointed sigh and heads over to his car. Following him, I rest my hand on his shoulder when he stops at the drivers side. I could see his exhaustion, his eye bags seemed to sink into his face, his skin was slightly paler then usually, and his actual eyes were a light red. He gives me a tight lipped smile to try and tell me he's okay, but it doesn't work. His eyes are a dead give away to all the hurt and misery he feels. His whiskey eyes seem to swirl with a bit more green when he's sad.
"Thanks for ruining my vacation!" He throws over his shoulder before we slide into our designated seats and he drive out of the alley way.