Visions of a Half-Sleep

The Rundown

Stiles's neck hurt; the back of his head was pulsing at the base where it met his spine. The three of them had grabbed a seat at the table. Dean had even taken a moment to make a cup of coffee. It would don't do much to calm him or even keep him awake but it was the thought that counted. He stared at his own distorted image in the inky black drink.

"You think you're possessed?" Dean asked first, he sounded hesitant. On edge, Stiles would jump over the table and attack him on

"Yes."

"That's... Dean is this possible?" Sam asked their oldest brother. What? They didn't believe him? He was sure, he had checked the manual cover to cover. It wasn't a perfect match but it had to be possession. Nothing else caused blackouts, confusion, and general chaos.

Dean gave him a once over then confessed, "We have never seen a posse maintain control." He looked bothered, there were questions he wanted to be answered but Stiles couldn't give him an answer. He didn't know what was going on either. It was like a different personality or a sleeping beast within his body.

"Maybe it's gone. Like Cas." Sam was also looking at him like a puzzle. "Until it comes back it will just be Stiles. Do you ever smell sulfur?"

"Outside of Chemistry? No."

"Stange flashing lights."

"I see lightning a lot in the dreams. Smell the electricity too."

"What do you remember of the times around these possessions."

Stiles phone vibrated, pulling it out he sees a text from Scott. Ignoring the message, he put it face down on the table. "I get locked in my dreams," He answered Dean's question.

"like Freddy Kruger?"

"Yeah but... I don't get hurt in my dreams. Others do. When I wake up... things have happened. People are hurt and I don't know what I did."

"How do you know that?"

They need some proof, heading to the entry he grabbed his keys, "Here." Tossing them to Dean who looked even more baffled by the pile of metal, "Those are the keys to the school chemistry lab." He pointed to the small heavily dented one, it was tarnished and covered in chemicals. Clearly, a copy passed amazing dozens of people over several years. "In the closet was Barrow's blood and a coded instruction for Barrow to target a girl at my school." Pulling out his phone he showed them the note that he and Lydia had discovered. They had grabbed a photo before destroying the evidence for Stiles's own safety, because "The instructions were in my handwriting."

"Who is Barrow?" Dean asked, staring that the picture and keys.

"Mass murderer. He killed four kids and injured one in a bus explosion a few years ago." Stiles told them, leaving out the fact that he claimed to see students with glowing eyes. Sam and Dean didn't need to know about Beacon Hills pension for the teenage supernatural.

"Where's Barrow now?"

"Dead." Leaving the statement as bare as possible. He couldn't tell them about the electrocution, why he was there, or that he got electrocuted as well but survived even though he is just as human at Barrow.

"Is there anything else?"

"When I dream, I have vague memories of the events. They are so real but also not. Mixed in with someone else's thoughts. I think Barrow's. I could... I could see what he saw and had his memories." He shuddered remembering the rage he felt at the perpetual fear of everyone looking at him. Almost too afraid to make eye contact unless he saw the glowing eyes again.

"That does kind of sound like a possession."

"Alright," Sam said, "so we just need to perform an exorcism."