Chapter 12- Not My Stiles

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Warnings: Mentions of Character Death

Chapter Description: Thomas wakes in an unfamiliar place. Yet it seems his hosts know him under a different alias: Stiles.

Thomas opened his eyes as they adjusted to his surroundings. He sat up and stretched. When he noticed the four guys asleep on the floor, he nearly had a heart attack. Thomas carefully got out of bed and stalked to the door. He opened it and left the room quickly... Only to run into another guy.

"Stiles, hey," Lucifer smiled warmly, "You feeling okay, kid?"

Thomas grabbed a nearby glass vase and broke it before placing it up to Lucifer threateningly. Lucifer gave a confused look knowing that the glass would have little effect on him if he was cut.

"Stiles?"

"Who the hell are you people," Thomas snapped, "What do you want with me?!"

"What do you mean," Lucifer asked, tilting his head, "You don't remember us?"

"Remember you," Thomas asked, "Why would I know any of you people?! Quite literally all of you look like fucking Greek gods or something!"

"Stiles," Dean asked, coming out of the bedroom he escaped from, "What's wrong, buddy?"

Thomas turned to him, almost slicing Dean across the face with the glass.

"Stay the hell away from me," Thomas shouted.

"He's going to end up cutting someone at this rate," Sam muttered.

"Hey, give him some air! Back up," Noah snapped, reaching his son, "You okay? How are you feeling?"

Thomas stared at Noah as if he recognized him.

"I know you... Noah Stilinski. You were trying to contact me," Thomas recalled, "You were trying to find me... Dad?"

Noah's eyes began to water as he started crying.

"Yeah, it's me," Noah sniffled, "I'm so happy you're home. I missed you so much."

Thomas hugged him tightly.

"I missed you too," Thomas said.

"Do you not remember Sam and Dean," Noah asked, "Your brothers?"

"Brothers," Thomas asked, "I have brothers? Where are they?"

"Right here," Dean said, knitting his eyebrows in confusion, "What's your name or what do you remember your name being?"

"Thomas," Thomas introduced, "I go by Thomas."


Klaus sat with Sam, Dean, Jack, and Noah as Thomas explained how he got to his rightful dimension.

"So this has to be some form of amnesia right," Dean asked, "Why else would my little brother not remember who he is?"

"Dean..."

"What, Sam? You got a better explanation for this," Dean snapped.

"Stiles died," Noah whispered, "He died in my arms and I couldn't do anything but watch. Guys, this isn't Stiles. It never was. This is Thomas. He doesn't belong in this dimension..."

Noah stared at his hands as he fought tears.

"I was so stuck on saving my son that the other dimensions were no longer necessary to me," Noah continued, "I mean who knows what Thomas was forced to leave behind because of my desperation..."

"Dad, you can't put that on yourself," Jack said, "You didn't know..."

"He's right," Klaus said, "Besides you weren't the only desperate to have him back. We all wanted him back. Some more than others."

"This Stiles... Did he have bracelets on his wrists before he passed," Thomas asked.

"Yeah," Sam said, sitting up, "He was gonna gift them to us after the war but he never got the chance. We also couldn't find it either. Why?"

Thomas pulled back his sleeve to show the bracelets on his wrist.

"At first I wasn't sure who this was supposed to go to but now that I'm listening to you all talk about him," Thomas said, pulling them off, "I know exactly who the bracelets belong with."

He handed them to Sam and Dean. However, when they both put them on their wrists, their eyes rolled back with fluttering eyelids.

"What the hell is happening," Noah said, standing up, "Boys?! Sam?! Dean?!"

Noah's eyes changed to purple as he felt Void being summoned by someone else.

"Void, what's going on," Noah asked.

Void looked around as he laughed.

"That little fucker," Void said, "He pulled another one... He pulled one on God..."

"What? English, Void," Noah snapped.

The lights began to flicker as Void looked directly at Noah with an amused expression.

"A Divine Move."

Just then the lights blew out completely.

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