Winchester Life

Chapter Eight

edited 12.23.21

3rd-POV

"Who is he? I'm confused." Liam said, looking around with furrowed brows as his newly made friends shed tears or just looked content.

And if you knew his pack as well as his, you'd know that was never a good thing.

"Hey." Stiles waved awkwardly, scratching the back of his head anxiously.

"Oh my god, Stiles." The first to react was Lydia, slowly leaving her seat to stand in front of who they thought they've lost. Her hands caressed his face, Stiles enjoying the feeling and letting her hand rest against his cheek. "I missed you"

"I missed you too, Lyds." Stiles smiled, hugging the strawberry-blonde tightly.

"Stiles..."

Glancing up, Stiles met eyes with his dad. Adoptive dad.

"Ho– how?" The sheriff stuttered. "You we're dead. I saw your body. I buried you."

"It's a pretty long story." Stiles commented. "Don't worry, dad. You're not crazy."

"So then how?" Melissa spoke up while wiping away her stray tear.

"No need to hide those tears, Melissa." said Stiles with a smirk. "It's understandable to miss someone as amazing as me."

Melissa let out a dry laugh, nodding, "I guess so. The answer?"

Stiles hissed softly, smacking his lips after. "Well, I died."

"Ouh, I know that part!" Liam exclaimed excitedly, his smile dropping once he noticed the looks he was receiving. "Sorry."

"Yeah, uh- who are you?" questioned Stiles.

"Liam." both Scott and Liam introduced the beta.

"Oh, you're new besties?"

Scott rolled his eyes, "No. He's my beta."

"Oh." Stiles nodded. "Okay. Anyway, after I died I came back to life."

"No way."

"Liam, I just met you but I won't hesitate to smack you right now."

"Sorry."

Stiles glared at the beta once more before taking a seat on the table. "I dug myself out, which was very very hard by the way."

"Stiles!"

"Okay, okay. Once I dug myself out I thought about coming back here, but I figured it wouldn't be the greatest idea."

"Why?" Malia softly questioned.

Stiles shrugged, "I don't know. Would you question me first or kill me for looking like a dead man?"

Silence filled the room, so the Winchester took it as a sign to continue.

"I headed off town. It was freezing that day too. Like Antarctica type of freezing." Noticing the look the pack and parents sent him, he continued. "I almost got run over, but the guy stopped on time and so they agreed to help. Thanks to them I found out I was actually in Hell for those two mon—"

"Come again?" Kira cut him off.

"Let me explain everything without any of you interrupting, okay?" Stiles said and the rest nodded.

"After my death I was sent to hell-" but Stiles stopped when everyone gasp and looked at him with sad eyes but he shrugged them off. "There were hand marks on my shoulder. I showed the guys that helped me the hand marks and they told me someone that will be able to tell me what happened so we went to this motel and called a friend. They called Castiel,who is an angel— yes I was shocked too." He let out a long sigh. "Cas told us I was pulled out by angels because I'm a protector of the world like the other two guys, turns out one of them is my biological father-" he said eyeing the sheriff as he tensed up.

"Oh! and I also found out I have a twin sister who right now is at the motel with my uncle and other dad." Stiles finished off with a smack of his lips. "and that's pretty much it so far."

"Wow..."

"Stiles, I'm sorry for not telling you the truth sooner." Noah apologized, rubbing his hand down his face. "I wanted to, but–"

"It's fine, dad." Stiles cut him off and gave him a smile. "Don't worry about it."

"Protector of the world?" Deaton asked, giving Stiles a confused look.

"Yeah, like hunters I guess. They protect the world from evil creatures, like vamps, demons, werewolves and more." as Stiles said that he saw the pack tense up. "Don't worry, they only hunt those who kill for fun. They promised they won't hurt any of you." Stiles said which cause the pack to let out a sigh of relief.

"Stiles, your phone is ringing." Scott said, pointing at his friend's pocket.

"Oops." Stiles grabbed his phone from his pocket looking at the caller ID and answering as soon as he saw it was Dean calling.

"What's—"

"STILES! WHERE ARE YOU?" Dean shouted, causing Stiles' eardrum to hurt.

"I told you with my old friends. Why? what's wrong?" Stiles asked once noticing the distress in his dad's voice.

"son of a bitch." Dean cussed softly, gripping the sides of his hair frustratingly.

"Dad, what's going on?" Stiles asked once again, his nerves getting the best of him.

"It's Nicky." Dean finally replied.

"What's up with her?" He bit the inside of his cheek, worried for the upcoming answer.

"She's gone, Stiles. We can't find her." said Dean through gritted teeth.

"What? What happened?" Stiles hurriedly stood up, looking down and around as he searched for his keys.

"I dunno." Was all he got in response.

"What do you mean you don't know?!" He growled angrily, finally finding his keys at the bottom of the couch.

"She went to the corner store but didn't come back so Sam and I went to look for her but we found nothing but-" Dean stopped mid-sentence, licking his lips as he gripped tightly onto the blade in his hand.

"But what?!" Stiles shouted agitated, causing the werewolves to wince in pain for the sudden outburst.

"We found sulfur."