Weight of the World

60

"The two of you are not going to Mexico!" Sheriff Stilinski and Dean cried.

Molly crossed her legs on the couch, watching the conversation unfold. "Dad, Dean, Scott and Kira have been kidnapped and taken to Mexico. Okay?"

Molly nodded. "Sounds like a perfectly acceptable reason to go."

The sheriff, Sam and Dean shot her a look.

Sheriff Stilinski turned back to his son. "Okay. Even if Deaton is right about this, the best thing is to go through the proper channels."

"Dad-" Stiles began.

"That means calling the right law enforcement agencies, border patrol, putting out an all-points."

Stiles shook his head. "Dad, Sam, Dean, Molly and I can't just wait around for the wheels of bureaucracy to start spinning in five different government offices. Okay? Someone needs to go down there, find them, and rescue them."

Sheriff Stilinski narrowed his eyes. "I can keep you from going."

"I'd find a way."

"I can throw you in a cell."

Dean crossed his arms as he stared at Molly. "Sam and I would take you home."

Stiles and Molly glared. "I'd still find a way."

The sheriff sighed. "Stiles, Molly, please. Just give me and the boys a little more time to verify something slightly more concrete than a psychic vision with some guy with a third eye. Look, I will call every law enforcement agency all the way down to South America if we have to. If nothing turns up, then we'll book five flights to Mexico. We'll all go, okay?"

Stiles' impatience showed as he shifted from one foot to another. "Okay, great! That's great! Do I get a gun?"

The sheriff turned to his son. "No!"

"But Molly has one. Molly, can I borrow yours?"

"Molly is a hunter, and her brothers trust her enough."

Molly stared at Stiles. "You touch my gun, or any of my stuff, and I'll shoot or stab you."

"And here I thought we were friends," Stiles muttered.

"We are. But I don't like people touching my stuff."

Sam and Dean shared a look, remembering their past with the Trickster who turned out to be an archangel.

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They swung by to get Malia and made their way to Scott's. They rushed to his room and Stiles tossed an article of clothing.

Molly threw a jacket to Malia. "Maybe this?"

Malia sniffed it and let out a sigh. "Fabric softener."

Stiles ran into Scott's bathroom and Molly glanced at Malia. "Oh, no."

"What?"

"My idiot friend. I am so sorry."

He reappeared with a pair of dirty underwear, causing Malia to glare at him in disgust. "Remember, Scott's life is on the line," he told her, shoving the boxers in her face.

She shot him a look before grabbing a pillow from Scott's bed. She sniffed it and smiled. "Got it."

Stiles let out a sigh. "Yeah. That works too."

They walked down the stairs and saw Liam sitting at the kitchen table. Stiles frowned at him. "Oh! Liam, go home. You're not coming with us."

"Why not?" Liam wondered.