"Dean!" Pops called after him as he stomped up the stairs. As soon as I finished telling them everything dad has been scarily silent.
"Dean where are you going?!" Uncle Sam inquires. Turning to face everyone after reaching the landing at the top of the stair case, he leans his hand against the railing.
"I'm going to Beacon Hills to kill Noah." He growls as if it were the most obvious thing ever. In an instant pops is stand behind him to block his way to the door.
"You can't hurt him Dean." Pops sighed. I could see dads mind racing a million miles a minute. With a rough hand, he viciously rubs over his mouth.
"Dad?" I try. I don't get it, why would he want to hurt him? He's family. They wouldn't have let me stay with him if he wasn't.
"He let my kid get hurt. He sat there as he was beat, stabbed and shot at, and didn't notice something was wrong until he got possessed! So no, I'm not going to hurt him. I'm going to kill him because my son was almost killed." He gritted out between his grinding teeth.
"Dad it wasn't his fault. He was busy at the station all the time and every time he asked what was wrong I just told him I missed home and you guys. He didn't know how to help me so he left me be. He did the best he could after being thrusted a kid out of the blue." I defended my grandfather. Pops ran a hand up his back till it rest on his shoulder comfortingly. A sad look rested on both their faces.
"It's not a big deal, I'm fine! I handled it!" I argue. I don't get what the big deal is, it's not like they haven't been through worse in one week.
"Yes Mieczyslaw, it is a big deal." Dad spat and I froze. They never call me by my birth name unless I'm in serious trouble or their really scared. Marching back down the stairs he pauses in front of me.
"What's going to happen if we all die? Who's going to protect you?" His voice was wavering and defeated. My eyes water at the thought. I couldn't bare stand 3 years without my parents with me... how would I last forever?
"Dad don't-" I try choking out.
"No you have to listen to me." He grips my neck, running his thumbs along my cheeks.
"We all know it could happen at any moment. Even though this isn't what we wanted for you, this life, we tried to find someone or some way to ensure you always had someone. What's gonna happen now? We tried giving you a normal life but you to much like me," he chuckled sadly. "You can't. I was hoping you would turn out like Sammy, loving the simple life away from it all... If Noah can't protect you who can?" He pulled me into his chest, his hand resuming its rightful place in my hair.
"You can. Everything you've done is to protect me, so don't leave me and everything will be fine." I try to convince him with a wavering voice.
"Sti, you are my kid. Everything I've ever wanted in life. I love you and trust more then I have anyone else in my life and that terrifies me. I can't lose you." He leans his cheek against my hair as I shove my face deeper into his chest to hide my tears.
"Then don't leave me anymore. I can't do it again. Those three years, sitting around and wondering if you guys were alive was worse then being possessed. I'd rather get possessed again if it meant you and pops never had to leave again." I sniffle
"Stiles-" he tries to pull away from me but I hug him tighter.
"I'll stay out of trouble, I promise! As long as you two promise you won't leave me, I'll won't do anything crazy!" With a sigh, I feel him nod his head. Pops joins us at the bottom of the stair case with a sad smile.
"We hate being away from you to Stiles," pops sighed.
"So what's the problem back in Beacon Hills? Who called you?" Uncle Sam called from the library. With a deep sigh I run my hand through my hair. I hate this. It took months to be fine just sleeping and now I have to relive the entire thing.
"It was my friend Lydia. One of my friends that died in the noguitsune attack came back." I mumble. With my eyes cast to the ground It's easier for me to avoid their confused and worried looks.
"What? Who could have brought them back?!" Pops pondered. With a sigh and a rough swipe across my forehead I shrug.
"I don't know and I bet that's why they called me. They always call me when they don't know the answer." I laugh dryly.
"That's not true." Jack spoke from besides Uncle Sammy. I snap my head in his direction, what does he mean?
"What do you mean Jack," pops inquired.
"You just said they haven't talked to you in a while. You said this was so important Derek swallowed his pride just to speak to you again. Why?" My shoulders drop and I sigh for what feels like the millionth time today. Why does it feel like I'm in a therapy session, being interrogated.
"Stiles?" Pops called lightly. I defeatedly walk over and plop in one of the seats at the map table.
"I wasn't the most welcome person after the whole possessions ordeal. My friends needed space, I was put under investigation and house arrest for two weeks because everyone was scared of me. So even though all my friends knew it wasn't my fault it didn't matter. It was my face they saw tormenting them and killing their friends. So a lot of them couldn't stand even being in the same room as me. I was kicked out of the pack." I laughed sarcastically. "Imagine getting kicked out of a wolf pack and your not even a wolf. It's not even offensive at that point, just rude." I chuckled. It was quiet until the chair besides me squeaked. Turning my head, I see Jack pulling out the seat next to me and sit down.
"You've had one hell of a day huh, kid?" Dad asks softly while him and pop lean against the map to my right.
"We'll it's been a long one." Uncle Sammy says walking out of the kitchen with a case of cold beers.
"So what are you gonna do Sti?" Jack asks quietly rubbing a his fingers gently along my spine.
"I have to go back to Beacon Hills" I rest my head on my arms, exhausted.
"I have to see Allison" I whisper sadly before everything fades away with every stroke of jacks fingers.I knowwww, I fucked up. I low key forgot I was writing the this story, the only reason I remembered cause y'all soaked it with votes. Which is insane!!!! So if y'all keep spamming I won't for get to update lol ;) but ima try my best to update soon!!!
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The Secret Winchester
FanfictionWhat if Dean and Cass had a son that they hid from the world. Trying their hardest to keep him safe in the crazy world that is supernatural. Though is there really such a thing as safe if a world like theirs? Stiles Winchester is 16 years old when...