Stiles groans into the darkness as his phone rings, he doesn't know who would be calling him at this time of night; The pack had kicked him out well over a year ago. They claimed he was too much of a liability, and he currently lives with everyone who means even an ounce of something to him.
Stiles picks up the phone, a blinding 'Scott' flashing on his screen, he goes to decline when he accidentally fumbles the phone. He answered.
"Stiles" Scott's voice filters through the little speaker making stiles wince, taking a deep breath he brings the phone to his ear.
"Scott" Scott doesn't answer, scoffing stiles goes to hang up.
"Wait wait wait!" Stiles pulls the phone back to his ear.
"Stiles, we need you... The pack needs you" Scotts broken words filter through the speaker, making stiles roll his eyes.
"Why should I help? I'm not pack"
Stiles hears a pained whimper come from the wolf, only making him more annoyed.
"Your father has been taken"
Stiles's grip on his phone tightens, "Fine, I'll be there in two days".
"Thank-" Scott was cut off by a beep, stiles hung up on him.
Stiles rolls over to the body next to him, shaking the body slightly only earning a groan. Annoyed even more stiles pushes the body off the bed, making the person not very happy.
"Jack, I believe it's time for me to return to beacon hills, one last mission for the sheriff" Stiles says with a feral grin, making the Nephilim roll his eyes.
"And I needed to be pushed out of bed for that?"
"Yes"
"Splendid"
Stiles bounces his hands against his steering wheel, the blue jeep flying down the roads of beacon hills, a Nephilim besides him holding on for dear life.
"Why are you nervous? You're a Winchester, you shouldn't be nervous" Jack asks, as he turns to look at the hunter.
"They don't know that though, and I'm not sure I will be able to hide it. My whole friendship with them has been a lie, how do you think they will react when they realize that I'm not who they thought I was?"
Jack hums, weighing the options in his head before wincing.
"Yeah" Jack agrees before the couple fall into silence.
The jeep pulls up to the loft, Stiles groaning when he recognizes the abundance of cars. Jack noticing this, reaches over to grab the hunter's hand.
"You got this, make your brothers proud" Jack flashes him an award-winning smile before pulling away, Stiles could work with that.
Stiles and Jack make their way up the stairs, the Nephilim laughing all the way up; Stiles tripped up the stairs.
Stiles holds his fist up to knock on the loft door, only for it to be slid open in a flash of red. A body instantly hugging him, making the human tense up.
