Our Supernatural Adventure

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Raving

Emerson's Pov

Derek, Isaac and I were on our way to the vet clinic after Scott called Derek saying that Deaton was going to help.

I hope he has a way to stop the Kanima because as much as I dislike Jackson, I don't want him dead.

When we arrived the clinic Scott immediately appeared at the front door and opened it, letting us in.

However, a glare settled on his face when he saw Isaac and I.

"What are they doing here?" Scott asked.

"I need Isaac and Em is always with me" Derek told him.

He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and we walked inside.

"I don't trust either of them" Scott said, glaring at Isaac and I.

I flinched slightly because I know that I'm not Scott's favorite person at the moment.

While Isaac just glared back at Scott.

"Yeah, well, I doesn't trust you either" Isaac rolled his eyes.

"You know what? And Derek really doesn't care" Derek sternly said.

"Now where's the vet? Is he gonna help us or not?" I asked.

"That depends".

We turned around to see Deaton leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Your friend, Jackson. Are we planning to kill him or save him?" Deaton asked.

"He's not our friend" Isaac and I said in unison.

We glanced at each other, grinning, while Derek chuckled at us in amusement.

"Save him" Derek said.

"Kill him" Scott said.

The two of them looked at each other with Scott glaring at him.

"Save him" Scott scowled.

Derek looked like he wanted to argue but I placed a hand on his arm.

He looked at me and I shook my head causing him to sigh before nodding his head.

"Save him" I said, looking at Deaton.

Deaton sighed but nodded while Scott faintly smiled at me.

Deaton walked away and was gone for a few seconds before he came back with a tray full full of tiny jars.

Derek, Isaac, Scott and I stood next to each other while Deaton stood across from us.

When Deaton set the tray down Isaac went to touch the jars but I was quick to stop him.

"Isaac, honey, don't touch something you don't know. They could hurt you" I softly but sternly told him.

Isaac frowned but nodded and pulled his hand back.

He looked at Deaton and asked, "so what are you? Some kind of witch?".

I snorted while Deaton looked at Isaac with an unimpressed look.

"No, I'm a veterinarian" Deaton told him.

Isaac hummed and nodded.

"Unfortunately, I don't see anything here that's going to be an effective defense against a paralytic toxin" Deaton told us.

"We're open to suggestions" Derek told him.

"What about an effective offense?" Isaac suggested.

"We already tried. I nearly took its head off And Argent emptied an entire clip into it. The thing just gets back up" Derek explained.