DIVINE MOVE ϟ Stiles Mikaelson (BAMF/ TEENWOLF)

XX ϟ W E A R E K I L L E R S

S O N G S

XX. DARK NECESSITIES ϟ RED HOT CHILLI PEPPERS

XXI.  FANTASY ϟ ALINA BARAZ

XXII. BORN TO DIE ϟ  LANA DEL RAY

XXIII. SAIL ϟ AWOLNATION 

XXIV. THE DISSONANCE BETWEEN US ϟ TREVOR JAMES TILLERY

XXV. DREAMS ϟ NUAGES

XXVI. PEACE ϟ LITTLE OCEANS

XXVII. LAY-BY ϟ TENNYSON

XXVIII. CONTROL ϟ HASLEY

XXIX. SALT ϟ THOMSTON

XXX. FUCKED MY WAY UP TO THE TOP ϟ LANA DEL RAY

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C H A P T E R   T W E N T Y : W E  A R E  K I L L E R S

Sam's eyes swept over Dean's tense body warily before returning to stare at the passing forestry. He couldn't help but find his eyes continuously flickering to his brother and both of them found it unnerving, to say the least, "Dean, what are we going to do when this is over?"

Dean's eyebrows furrowed, as he allowed his foot to release some of the building pressure on the accelerator for a moment."What do you mean?" He licked his lips, as his eyes left the dimly lit road to catch his brother's gaze.

"I mean," Sam sighed, his eyes returning to the forestry for a lengthy pause, "They're all capable of murder, a lot of them are murderers. Are we just going to ignore that?" His face winced, swallowing the bile that raised before he leant back into the head rest.

"Yes Sam, right now we are," Dean murmured, only causing Sam's eyebrows to furrow.

"Why?"

"Why? Well-" Dean sighed, weighing his options with a slightly tilted head, his lips tugging up around his teeth to form a grim smile- "Because, they're protecting this town, that's obvious to me, and as long as they are-" he groans, "I'm not going to waste a couple kids, alright?" He stares at Sam pointedly, his eyes slightly glazed.

"Kids can still be killers, Dean," Sam points out, meeting his brother's gaze with a grim look.

"Yeah, so what? They're killing supernaturals, and only if they have too, how is that different from us, huh, Sam?" Dean prompts with a scowl as he uses the steering wheel to pressure his body into the leather interior of the Impala.

"It just is, Dean!" Sam argues, his voice raising before it drops a baritone lower, "We shouldn't trust them is all I'm saying," he sighs reluctantly, his gaze returning to the side window, glumly, to stare at his reflection.

Dean sighs, "Right." Nodding, as turns the volume of the stereo up a notch.  "So what you're saying, is you're willing, wait. More. Than willing, to waste some kids?" Deans eyebrows raise as his voice grows louder. 

Sam throws his hands up in anger, rolling his eyes- "If I have too, I will- is all I'm saying." 

"That's real dark, Sammy," Dean grunts disapprovingly as he shakes his head, Sam frowns, taken aback. "What, so if these kids were killing innocent people you'd just raise your hands and say, 'Sorry, they're kids, not my problem?"