A secret no one knows

the bunker

Stiles blinks groggily, his head pounding as he slowly comes to consciousness on the cold, hard floor of the bunker. Confusion clouds his mind as he takes in his surroundings, his memory fragmented and hazy.

As his vision clears, he realizes that he's not alone. His husband Alec and Jace, and the Winchesters, lie unconscious around him, their faces pale and still. Panic surges through him as he struggles to understand what's happening.

But then, his gaze falls upon Lucifer, an evil glint in his eyes as he advances towards Jack, his younger brother, with malicious intent.

STILES: (urgent) Willow!

Stiles's heart pounds with fear as he locks eyes with his twin sister, Willow, who lies nearby, stirring from her unconscious state. With a silent understanding, they both spring into action, reaching for their weapons with a shared determination to protect Jack at all costs.

In unison, they charge towards Lucifer, their weapons drawn and ready to strike. Their movements are fluid and coordinated, a testament to the bond that binds them as siblings and warriors.

WILLOW: (fierce) Not today, Lucifer!

With a battle cry that echoes through the bunker, Stiles and Willow unleash a flurry of strikes against their father which forces Lucifer to leave Castiel's body.

Amidst the echoes of the recent battle, Stiles rushes to his husband Alec's side, his heart pounding with worry as he kneels beside him. Alec lies on the ground, his breath shallow as he slowly begins to regain consciousness.

STILES: (urgently) Alec, can you hear me? Are you alright?

Alec's eyes flicker open, dazed and disoriented as he takes in his surroundings. He offers Stiles a weak smile, his voice strained with exertion.

ALEC: (strained) Stiles... I'm okay. ... need a moment.

Relief floods through Stiles as he helps Alec sit up, checking him over for any signs of serious injury. With a reassuring squeeze of his hand, Stiles turns his attention to Jack and Jace, who lie nearby, still recovering from the ordeal.

STILES: (gentle) Jack, Jace, how are you two holding up? Are you alright?

Jack and Jace slowly stir, their eyes fluttering open as they take in the sight of Stiles kneeling beside them. They exchange a glance before nodding in unison, though they both look shaken by the events that transpired.

JACK: (somber) We're... we're okay, Stiles. Just a little banged up.

JACE: (grim) Yeah, we'll live. Thanks for asking, man.

As the group begins to regroup and recover from the aftermath of their battle with Lucifer, Jack takes it upon himself to check on Cas, Sam, and Dean. With a sense of determination, he moves through the bunker, his footsteps echoing in the quiet corridors.

He finds Cas first, sitting alone in a corner of the room, his expression weary but determined. Jack approaches him with a soft smile, offering a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

JACK: Hey, Cas. How are you holding up?

Cas looks up at Jack, gratitude shining in his eyes as he nods in acknowledgment.

CAS: I'm alright, Jack. Thank you for asking. How about you?

Jack offers him a small smile, though he knows there's still much to process.

JACK: I'm okay, Cas. Just glad it's all over now.

With Cas assured, Jack moves on to find Sam and Dean, who are huddled together in conversation in another part of the bunker. They look up as Jack approaches, their expressions a mix of relief and exhaustion.

SAM: Hey, Jack. You alright?

Jack nods, though he knows that the events of the past few hours have taken their toll.

JACK: Yeah, I'm okay. Just checking in on you guys. How are you holding up?

Dean offers Jack a weary smile, though there's a hint of sadness in his eyes.

DEAN: Hanging in there, kid. Thanks for asking.

After the chaos of the recent events settles, Stiles, Willow, and Jack find themselves gathered in the bunker's common area. They sit together, the tension of the battle still lingering in the air, but there's also a sense of camaraderie as they come together to talk and support each other.

STILES: (smiling) So, Willow, Jack, it feels like we've been through a lot together already, but I realize we haven't had a chance to get to know each other.

Willow and Jack nodded in agreement, their expressions reflecting a mix of curiosity and interest.

WILLOW: (nodding) Yeah, you're right. It's been pretty intense lately. It'd be nice to just... chat for a bit.

JACK: (grateful) Definitely. I feel like I already know you guys pretty well, but it'd be cool to learn more about each other.

With that, the conversation flows freely as they share stories, laughter, and even a few moments of vulnerability. They talk about their lives before joining forces against Lucifer, their hobbies, their favorite foods—anything and everything that comes to mind.

As they talk, Stiles pulls out his phone, a thoughtful expression on his face.

STILES: You know what? Let's exchange numbers. That way, we can keep in touch, even when we're not together.

Excited nods and smiles greet Stiles' suggestion, and soon, phones are passed around as numbers are exchanged.

STILES: (grinning) Perfect. Now we're officially a pack.

Willow and Jack laugh, their spirits lifted by the sense of connection and friendship that binds them together.

WILLOW: (teasing) Just don't blow up my phone with memes, okay?

Stiles (chuckling) And no late-night text marathons, got it?

Jack mock-salutes, his grin widening.

STILES: (playful) You got it. But hey, if you ever need anything—whether it's backup in a fight or just someone to talk to—I'm just a text away.

As the time comes for Stiles, Willow, and the Shadowhunters to return home, they gather in the bunker's main area, surrounded by their friends Jack, Sam, Dean, and Cas. There's a bittersweet atmosphere as they prepare to say their goodbyes, grateful for the bonds they've formed but knowing that their paths must diverge once more.

STILES: (smiling) Well, I guess this is it. Time for us to head back to Beacon Hills.

Willow nods, her expression reflecting a mix of sadness and anticipation.

WILLOW: Yeah, but we'll be back to visit. After all, we've got some awesome new friends to catch up with.

Jack offers them a warm smile, though there's a hint of sadness in his eyes.

JACK: We'll miss you guys. It's been... interesting, having you around.

Sam steps forward, extending a hand to Stiles and Willow with a grateful smile.

SAM: Thank you—for everything. You guys helped us out when we needed it most.

Dean and Cas join them, their expressions are solemn but grateful.

DEAN: Yeah, you're always welcome here. Just... try not to bring any more demons with you next time, okay?

CAS: (smiling) Take care of yourselves out there. And remember, if you ever need our help, we'll be here.

Stiles and Willow exchange a glance, their hearts heavy with the weight of their goodbyes. But they know that they'll carry the memories of their time with Jack, Sam, Dean, and Cas with them wherever they go.

STILES: (emotionally) We'll miss you guys too. But this isn't goodbye forever. We'll see each other again soon, I promise.

With one last round of hugs and handshakes, Stiles, Willow, and the Shadowhunters bid farewell to their friends, their hearts filled with gratitude for the bonds they've forged and the adventures they've shared.