sicker then your average | s.s.

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Dampness surrounds me as I frantically pat the surrounding ground. It's wet, cold even and I can feel the breeze freezing over my exposed body. Picking myself off of the floor I see what seems to be a forest surrounding me as the darkness makes it difficult to see where I am. Going to open my mouth and call out, all that comes out is the cracking of my dry throat. Shivering I can practically feel my body forcing into overdrive in hopes of fighting off hypothermia.

Suddenly two tiny green glowing eyes seen to fire back at me from not so fat away. "Hello?" I say with all the strength I have to release words from my aching body. "Who's there?" I ask hoping they can her my whisper tones questions. The head shakes as Isaac's words seem to play through my head. The fireflies. The eyes, the-

Facing behind me two more stand dangerously close causing me to jump unexpectedly. In return they grab the backs of my arms holding me still as my attempts at pushing free render useless. Tilting his head at me the hooded, green eyed, figure standing before me raises a hand to the side of my head and places it on my cheek.

Fingers just behind my ear.

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Feeling my body being moved I am quick to sit up- or try to at least then feeling every muscle in me ache and strain. "You might want to stay laying down back there." The driver says as I frantically look around, first though being that I'm in the process of being kidnapped.

I'm not however, just in the back of police car with no relocation of how or when I was put here... Or what I did to land myself here to begin with. I'm not handcuffed however so that has to be a good sign. Right?

"I'm not guessing you remember what happened do you?" The what seems to be police officer asks glancing at me through the rear view mirror. Racing and searching around my brain I stop my thinking quickly and slowly trace my hand up behind my ear to feel a small scar that's sensitive to the touch.

...It wasn't a dream. They checked me, which means I am something, right? Shaking slightly at my memory I lock eyes again to the driver who is giving me a weird look. Seeing my reflection show me paler then usual and a bit beaten up he seems to be a bit concerned.

"What's your name?" He asks as I shift myself to sit up a bit more while we roll into the police station parking lot. "Cassidy Hale." I admit shakily, then immediately seeing a change in character with the guy. Oh no, what does he know?

Walking into the station behind him he calls out to a few other officers to make calls. Peter and Derek are who he names for the others to contact that quickly makes me defensive over how he knows the names of my family members. I don't say much to him, but none the less balance on trusting what exactly this guy is in the knowing of. Lading me to a separated back office I come into guessing he is of the higher power here. But then again there are slightly packed boxes on the floor which either means he is still unpacking or planning on leaving. He doesn't seem old enough to retire just yet... Scanning around the room as I take a seat in one of the chairs in front of his desk my eyes catch onto something.

A name plaque sits on his desk as I look between and the name on the metal few times. "Stilinski?" I ask the first question as he clears some papers away from his desk. Giving me a weird look he nods with furrowed eyebrows. "Do you know-" Cutting him off I back up my question seeming to answer his own in the process. "Stiles. Is he your son?" I ask quicker then I intended when it comes to his son. Woah, slow down Cas. "He is..." He trails on and as if on cue the sarcastic brunette barged through the office door. Immediately catching eye contact with me cutting off whatever he was about to ask his dad.

"Oh thank god." He breaths out as the corner of my lip pulls up slightly showing him the smallest greeting smile. This being while his dad seems to look between the two of us confused as ever.

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"Your a life saver." I say pulling myself into his Jeep as he promises his dad that he'll take me home. Apparently the Sheriff knows about all the supernatural stuff and just let's me go seeing there's nothing he can do to help me there. None the less, he seemed nice for the short fifteen minutes I had spent with him.

"So you have no idea how you got into the woods last night?" He asks me as we start down the road and I rest the back of my head against the seat. "An idea, yea." I say simply not having any definite answers for him. Looking over to me he encourages me to go on as I swallow back the anxiety building up inside of me since the whole situation has started with these hooded creatures. "I've been having these night terrors." I begin before continuing onto my explanation. "Actually I've always had nightmares and sleepwalking around since I was younger, but recently their becoming more extreme..." Trailing on I go to tell him about my dream the other night where I was woken up to my uncle and brother holding me down and how now I woke up in the middle of the woods just to be searched by the demon like soldiers surrounding me.

A small silence coats the Jeep walls as I finish only leaving a low hum of the radio for me to hear as I question why I just completely opened up to him so fast. "Your not alone." He says a hit after as we each turn to one another. "I just got back from the hospital I slept there all of yesterday." Yesterday? How long was I in the woods? "You've been missing for a day and I was searching like a lunatic before almost completely losing my mind." He says shaking his head a little as if to just brush it off. He had been searching for me? Scanning his facial features over it's a bit hard to get a read on him with only seeing the side of his face as he drives. "What are your symptoms?" I ask trying not to push my luck all that much.

Swallowing back something or I'm guessing emotion, me being very familiar with the act he speaks again. "Insomnia, Hallucinations, Impulsivity, Irritability.." Trailing off lightly I can only feel sorry for him. Feeling something of what I am, having no control over it what so ever... It's enough to drive someone insane.

"It's like I can't tell the difference between reality and me dreams anymore." He says softer then his previous voice as I con only feel for him. How badly I want to attack him into my arms right now, the under credited boy seemingly okay and never putting himself first. It's upsetting to even watch, that coming from me... And let's remember who my siblings are for a moment.

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Stiles went on to tell me a run down on what's been found out since I've been out and lost for the past two days. About Allison's dad's past with the hooded figures who I now know are known as the 'Oni' and how they all stayed at Scott's house to wait out their attack, yet nothing came of it of importance and they were forced from the house. Also apparently Kira and Scott were confronted, but no one was hurt.

Pulling up to the apartment building I let out a small sigh, now having to explain my whole situation again with my brother. Looking over to Stiles he gives me a small grin, as per usual. Feeling his hand slim over the back of my own I nervously watch as he laces his fingers through the backs my own giving my hand a small squeeze. "We're gonna be okay." He nods causing my stomach to knot up unintentionally as a squeeze back then facing him making a decision I usually would never do.

Grabbing onto his neck in a hug he is immediate to squeezing me back and closer. I haven't hugged anyone since I saw Derek for the first time in years and before that, well I can't even remember honestly. "Thank you." I mumble into his shoulder as he just nods into my own. "For everything." I note realizing I never even said anything about the party that happened days before. The loosened grip allows while I feel Stiles nuzzle his face into my hair.

Feeling his kiss my forehead I can't help but blush looking up at him slightly. He gives me his infamous grin that I've gained quite a liking for and I do the same then opening my door and hopping out. "Bye Stiles." I call softly behind me having just shared the last intimate type moment I can even remember with him. Hearing his 'goodbye' fallow behind me I close his Jeep and head into the building to be met with by my brother and uncle instantly.

But the only thing I could think of is admitting to myself that I actually might be caring for someone other then my family and myself.

Wow, if Cora only were to see me now.