Dean's POV
After Newt cam 'round the motel, Sam and I tried to think of all the wards, spells, and curses we could need to make the station inescapable by everyone in the building.
"What would we even use there are only so many spells and wards and sigils we can put on the building before they all become void." Sam says
"Well, what can we do, we have to prepare for these guys to be supernatural and if they aren't then we need to have backups for that too, do you know how many is the limit orrrr" I ask
"It's not about a limit it's about the caster not having enough magic to fuel them, and if they run out then they ALL become void, we'd need another witch if we wanted to do this." Sam replies looking up from his laptop
"Well then, we get Rowena on the job, and bring in others if need be, this dickhead isn't taking Stiles or any of those other kids as long as I can help it." I declare
"Dean, I get that but we can't just bring in another powerful being into a town with the literal thing that gives people magic and expect them not to try and exploit it, that would be stupid."
"We need to call someone in, there is no way in hell you and I plus some weird teenagers are gonna pull of fighting these guys. Sam, there are no records of them, they might as well be ghosts, and the last time we came across a ghost
"It was Dick Roman" we say in unison
"Why can't we find anything on these people they obviously had to have had a life before WICKED" Sam explains
"Well when Stiles and I were researching we found evidence that the organization might go back several more decades than we thought." I vocalize
"And you are only just telling me this for what reason. I thought we had gotten over you keeping things like this from me Dean. Remember when you allowed Gadreel to possess me because he told you he was gonna heal me when he only wanted safe keeping from the other angels, and because, once again, you kept something from me, things turned to shit" Sam mentions
"I understand that-wait, you were literally in the room when we came across that info, I told you to go get me some pie while I made some coffee, how the fuck do you not remember that?"
"I-I don't remember any of that, did I even get you the pie? I can't even remember what I did that day." Sam says in a panic
"Look I know it's kinda freaky losing parts of days or even the whole thing but right now, Stiles is hiding in the station with no way out and no backup, I have always made you a priority even to the detriment of a case or other people, hell even myself, but this is one of the only times where we need to focus on making sure these government assholes aren't getting their grubby fingers on Stiles or the others." I say
"I understand. Alright then, first order of business is we need to find Cas and get him to sober up Uncle Noah, he's had his time to grieve and process the fact that Stiles went missing and the fact that he's returned, it's time for him to act like an adult." Sam vocalizes
"Let's hop to it then, we only have a couple of hours at best before WICKED finds or captures Stiles and we need to be a proactive about this as we can, I'm gonna call Cas and let him know the plan for our part, you need to get some wards together and even a couple of hex bags" I proclaim
Time Skip
After I had called Cas and explained what the hell was going on, I decided to look into what made this town so interesting for supernatural beings.
"Sam what is that magical stump called that is full of all that hippy dippy magic shit" I called into the next room
"I think it's called 'The Nemeton' but let me check with Derek" Sam shouts back
"Since when do we team up with werewolves?"
"Since, I learned that there are two kinds, in Greek mythology Lycaon angered Zeus when he served him a meal with the remains of a sacrificed boy, and as punishment, Zeus turned Lycaon and his sons into wolves, now as they evolved some apologized to Zeus, but since they had been cursed for so long he could only grant them the ability to control the shift, giving us werewolves, now the ones who hadn't apologized still go from human to wolves on the full moon but have no control or memory of the times the shift." Sam reads off
"And that has to do with this situation how?" I ask
"The Hale family blood line goes back to the time of the gods, making Derek's family one of the only families that apologized to Zeus, making them have the most control over their entire shifting process, like when they do it and how much of their inner wolf they tap into."
"Ok, so basically what your saying is the Hale family are actually good guys?"
"Yes Dean the Hale family are the good guys" He says shaking his head
Thomas' POV
There are only so many places a guy can hide before he's found, but considering I've had to hide in much worse places with a lot more scary foes I can't say this is really a problem. I mean at least there are guns in this place, in the abandoned building in the scorch the most I could find was a rusty crowbar.
Right as I go to look for the guns I feel a hand grab my shoulder , and as I start to scream they put a hand over my mouth to stop any and all sound that may have come out of it
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Lost Boys
Teen Fictionone day after the Dread Doctors were defeated and stiles was exiled from he pack for killing Donovan- in self defense- Stiles goes missing along with Kira's twin brother and Issac's younger brother. When they return three years later with a new cre...
