The Secret Winchester

When two worlds collide

For the last hour of driving all that could be heard was the soft sounds of All Time Low playing quietly in the background, and my fingers nervously drumming against the gear shift. After I decided to go back to Beacon Hill, the whole family thought it would be a fantastic idea to tag along. Yay. So now, not only do I have to relive all my trauma but I also get to have my parents breathing down my neck during the process.
"Stiles." Jack whispered. Even though I heard it my thoughts were so loud it was so distant, I didn't react.
"Sti." He tried again, but this time he grasped my hand that was tapping and locked our fingers.
"It's gonna be okay. We'll figure it out. Your the smartest person I know if anyone can do this it's you." He smiled rubbing his thumb along my knuckles. With a deep sigh I allow my self to relax with the help of his soothing embrace.
"I have a bad feeling about this Jay," I say hesitantly.
"If it was just me then that's a different story, but now everyone's here. You guys don't know what it's like here and I know you guys can handle a lot, you've been through a lot, but I can't protect everyone here." I sigh leaning my head against the head rest not look away from the long road ahead.
"I get it, but Stiles you don't need to protect us. You better then anyone knows how strong your family is, don't worry about us. If anything I'll look after everyone from home, you worry about everyone from Beacon Hills. As you would say, divide and conquer!" He beamed. I couldn't help but laugh at his excitement, it was adorable.
"Are you sure?" I ask nervously. With a bright smile and a firm nob of his head, he grips my hand in reassurance.
"Alright." I smile back at him softly. Turning my eyes back to the road I notice the 'Welcome to Beacon Hills' sigh on the side of the dirt road. Perfect.. this is gonna be a long week. With dad on my tail I drive straight to Derek's place. The path practically engraved in my brain as I drive past the familiar shops and parks.

"STILES!" Lydia squeals when she sees me step out of my Camaro. With a chuckle I prepare for impact as she races towards me.
"Hey Lyd's, how you've been?" I say embracing her tightly. With a few more door slams I let her go and turn to my family.
"Who are all these people?" She asks rather loudly. Reason number 1,461 that I didn't want my family to come, I now have to explain that I lied about everything.
"This is my family." I sigh scratching the back of my back awkwardly. With a confused tilt of her head she gives me a pointed look, 'explain'.
"I'll tell everyone together, I don't wanna repeat it." I mumble unenthusiasticly. With a tight nod she goes back to smiling happily.
"We'll then, I guess we better get inside." She turns to lead the way with everyone following her trail. Walking into his loft it takes me no time to notice how nothing has changed. The same brown couch and coffee table, the same wall of windows staring out into the forest. The same smell of Derek filling the whole place.
It seemed like everyone was there Scott, Kira, Malia, Liam, Issac, Chris, and even Peter.
"Man they still haven't killed you yet?" I laugh pointing at Peter. It was funny to see how Him and Derek froze at the sight of my family.
"What are you doing with the winchesters?" He growls immediately. With a snort I roll my eyes and walk over to the couch.
"Wow such a warm welcome, hello to you to Peter, long time no see! What's it been around a year or two?" I smirk at his unappeased glare.
"We'll since you all gathered just for me! I'll let you in on a secret!" I chirped happily. Man I didn't think this would be so much fun! They all looked so pissed and irritated, with the exception of Lydia and Issac.
"Stiles, you sure about this?" Dad glared towards all the wolves in the room.
"It'll save me a lecture when we have to kill the thing that brought her back." I shrug dismissively.
"Kill? Stiles we don't kill!" Scott ordered angrily. With a chuckle I turn back to face the pack.
"That's right Scotty, you guys don't kill. Me on the other hand, we'll what kind of hunter would I be if I didnt pump a few bullets and slash a few heads?" I shrugged lightly. This seemed to catch all there attention. With wide eyes they watched my every movement.
"To answer your question Peter, they are my biological family!" I grin as wide as the Cheshire Cat.
"Alright Sti, you had your fun now hurry up and explain so we can hunt this son of a bitch." Dad chuckles lightly next to pops.
"Do I have to? I was having fun!" I whine like a kid.
"Stiles, we have a creature to hunt, let's not waste unnecessary time please." Pops reasoned. With a sigh I nod my head in agreement.
"Sorry, pops." I grumble. "Anyways, the short angry one and the one in the trench coats are my parents Castiel and Dean, the tree is my Uncle Sam and this is my friend Jack." I introduce. The pack doesn't seem to have moved an inch from the moment we stepped into the room.
"Your a Winchester?" Peter gasped in disbelief. With a sly grin a plop down on the couch.
"Born and raised, ain't that right daddy-o" I look at dad who's still snickering in the corner.
"Damn straight, you pain in the ass." He grinned.
"But you told us you didn't know anything about the supernatural." Scott questioned confused.
"No, I never said that. You just assumed that because I didn't threat you or attack the town. How can I not know anything about the supernatural when my dads a literal angel?" I lean into Jack after he settles in next to me.
"What?" Issac calls from his spot in the back.
"An angel? Their real?" He asks.
"Yup, created by the all mighty jackass himself!" I beamed, happy with my name for God.
"Stiles don't refer to God as a jackass." Pops scolded lightly.
"He's not wrong tho Cass." I snickered lightly at dads agreement.
"We are way off track here." Uncle Sammy commented. From his spot right next to the door.
"Oh my god, I almost completely forgot why we were here!" I jump up. Jack tightens his grip around my wrist as he looks at the door. My eyes follow his as I feel what has him on edge, Noah and Allison. Without a word I stand up and walk over to the door, before I could make it though Noah swings it open.

She looks almost exactly the same. Same black hair and brown eyes, she was still as pale as ever, but she felt different. She didn't feel like Allison.
"Pops do they always feel like this when they come back?" I mumble trying my best to not think of all the blood.
"What do you mean?" He tilts his head in confusion.
"She feels different, like her aura, it's off." He walks over to her.
"My name is Castiel, I am an angel of the lord. Would you mind if I looked at your soul for a second." Pops asked her gently. She glances around before her eyes land in me and widen. Then she gives a weary nod.
She was scared of me... I don't know what I expected. I killed her, it was my face and my hand that ended her life. Why wouldn't she be scared? Without intending to I step back, bumping into Jack.
"Stiles?" I can feel my heat start to race and my breathing pick up. No no no, not here, not now!
"Stiles, it's okay." Jack says a little louder but he's starting to sound muffled. My eyes start to blurt out and my chest tightens.
"Listen to my voice Sti. It's me, dad. Just take a deep breath for me okay?" Had whispers, running a hand through my hair and resting it at the base of my neck. His thumb rubs circles into my cheek soothingly. After a few deep breathes my chest slowly loosens it's grasp and I can see clearly again. I smile great fully at dad before walking over to Noah.
"Hey Gramps" I smiled at his little, playful scowl.
"Hey kid, how you've been holding up? You know you can always come hang out with me if you need a break from hunting." He offers happily. Dad let's out an unhappy grunt at that.
"Dean, Cass, Sam, how's it going?" He put his hand out to shake. Uncle Sammy gladly accepts and pulls him into a small hug.
"Oh you know, the usual." He chuckled. Pops gives him a tight smile and shakes his hand. Dad in the other hand flares and his out stretched offer.
"Dean." Both pops and Uncle Sam should.
"Dad." I also press. Nah looks a little confused.
"Is something the matter Dean? No need to hold any grudges, speak your mind." Noah smiles lowering his hand.
"Stiles was hurt under your watch." He spits immediately.
"Dad I told you it wasn't his fault!" I argue angrily. I didn't think this was gonna be one of the issues I had to deal with but I should have known. My dad is as stubborn as a horse.
"No no no, I knew this was gonna come up. And he's right, you were left in my care so I could protect you. I don't know about you, but you left here with more trauma then you came with. That ain't protecting. His anger is rightfully placed, and honestly I would be angry if I was him too." He nobly told us.
"They talked me out of killing you." Dad told him, his hands resting at his sides in clenched fists.
"I do appreciate it. Now come on kid, spit it out. I know your anger gets the best of you, let it out." That was all it took for dad to send a fist straight at his face.
"Dad!" I yelled. As Noah stood still and took it like a champ.  Wiping the blood from his nose he looks back at Dad.
"Better?" Dad gives a little shrug before pulling him into a hug.
"Jesus dad, did you have to punch him?" I scouts while healing his nose. He gave a shrug and a chuckle before looks over at pops and Allison. Turning to look at them I see the grim look ok pops face. This is gonna be such a long week.