Blood Of My Hero>> teen wolf and supernatural fanfic crossover

I Fight For My Future And Your Futere

"How can we help?" Malia asked moving towards the Winchesters.
"I've done some research on your type of werewolf," Sam said. "And there seemed to be something about healing. Is that true?" The wolves nodded. "Good, whatever you do, do it to him while we put this in his neck," he said holding a syringe as long as two fingers. "Because this is going to hurt like hell."
Liam, Hayden, even Isaac put there hands on their Alfa, prepared for the stinging pain. Steadily, Sam pressed the needle into Scott's neck. Unprepared for the inevitable pain, Scott let out an angry cry. Even with all three of his betas pulling the pain, it still hurt. Hayden nearly fell in tears.
After pulling it from Scott's neck mixing it with holy water. The substance allowed the brothers to see the Jinn as well. But there was a problem. There was only enough for one of them. Without a argument about who drinks the liquid, Dean grabbed the bottle and drank it before Sam could even react.
"Salty," Dean smiled. Sam glared at my with flared nostrils as he did every time he knew his brother was putting himself in danger. Dean looked up, and where Scott saw Allison, Dean saw Bobby.

After his shock, Dean knew he needed to keep a level head. "Your not real?"
"What the hell are you talking about you dim wit?!" Bobby muttered. "Of course I'm real. I'm here Dean." Bobby gave a cruel smile. Dean knew the man, no the thing in front of him wasn't Bobby. It was something wearing Bobby's face, and he hated that.
"Shut up!" Dean snarled and and quickly spoke the exorcism.  "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica." Bobby began to scream in pain. Scott held his hands on his ears in pain. Dean didn't blame him. The sound of Bobby's screams could easily make him go insane if he listened to it enough. But he knew he had to continue.
"Ergo, omnis legio diabolica, adiuramus te...cessa decipere humanas creatures, eisque æternæ perditionìs venenum propinare...Vade, satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciæ, hostis humanæ salutis...Humiliare sub potenti manu Dei; contremisce et effuge, invocato a nobis sancto et terribili nomine...quem inferi tremunt...Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, Domine. Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos."
A black smoke drew from Bobby's mouth, but Bobby quickly disappeared. Dean looked up at Sam and nodded knowing there job was now done. But Sam was worried. When he looked at Scott, he realized he was still staring, but he didn't look terrified as he did before. He may even have looked.... happy.

"Scott?" Her voice was her own again. Was it her? Could it possibly be her? Allison. The girl who died in my arms. "You can see me?" Her eyes where filled with tears, but she smiled. "I couldn't leave. She laughed. I couldn't leave without knowing your answer. I had to protect you and your new pack, but I was connected to that damn neckless. I was with Isaac and he began to see me. We talked and I did my best to convince him to come back so that I could see you again. But things started to get strange. I would black out and when I woke up, he was terrified of me. And now I'm here. With you."
"It wasn't really you," my voice broke with a small laugh. "I wanted to blame so badly. I wanted to believe that you stopped caring, but a part of me knew that it was never your fault... it was mine."
"Scott?" Allison was confused. "What happened?"
"It wasn't your fault," I repeated.
"SCOTT!"
"Kira's dead," I whispered under my breath.
Allison looked like she had just been killed all over again.
"It was the Jinn," she realized. I looked up. I didn't know what a Jinn was, but it didn't sound friendly. "I ran into one while I was with Isaac. They can feed off the slightest bit of jealousy and use it as leverage. I killed her Scott. It was me."
I look at Stiles first. "She's still there?" He asked.
I nodded. "But she's not the same. She's Allison now. The one we remember." I looked at her and she smiled. I haven't seen her in so long. Her dark eyes glowed and her perfect feature were brightened because of her paleness and lack of humaneness. I look at the brothers. "I just don't know what to do."
"Ghost's are here because they believe they have unfinished business or something they need to understand," Sam explained.
"My question," Allison said looking at me in realization. "The thing I asked you before I died."
I felt my body become weak and my face flustered. Without even looking at her, I could tell Allison was embarrassed. A monster had been wearing her face for so long, I had almost forgotten who she was. We had been through so much, and I almost lost my sight of someone I loved so easily.
But it was her face that I saw when I killed Kira. Even if it was the demon and not me and not her, I could never look at her the same. Not the same as I used to. "I'm sorry," I say quietly. I could feel the eyes of my pack staring at me trying to figure out what was going on.
"It okay," she said with a small lump in her throat. "I kind of always knew... the way you started to look at her. It's the same look you used to give me. And I was so mad, and jealous. I never knew it would end up hurting you even more." From that I saw a tear fall from her eye.
She stood up walked towards Lydia. Lydia's eyes grew wide. "How'd you do that?" I ask her, amazed.
Lydia was to amazed to speak. She covered her mouth with her red painted nails. "People can only see me if I want them to." She looked over at the Winchester. "They look familiar."
"They're hunters," I explain. "The Winchesters." She gave me an intense look and her lovely eyes began to glisten with the light of the room. Then I realized it was her whole body that was glowing. She walked towards me, but I kept my head down. He held tilted down towards mine, I refused to look up for fear I would cry for her. Instead of her voice in my ears, I felt a quick kiss locked on my forehead. I clenched my eyes closed, trying to hide from her.
Then, out of nowhere there was a a white light that burned through even my clenched eyelids. And when I opened my eyes I felt a gap in the pit of my stomach when I saw that she was gone.

Stiles watched as a light burst right in front of Scott. It wasn't just a light, but Allison who stood in the center. She looked like she was in tears, but for some reason happy. She looked at Stiles and smiled. "Take care of them Stiles," he heard I tired wind like voice push towards him.

"That was fun," Dean sighed sliding into the impala. Sam who was already in reading part of a map. "Why in the crap are you reading right now? We just finished job Sammy lighten up."
"This is how I lighten up Dean," Sam explained. "Found this book in the local book store. Legends of Beacon Hills. These stories are amazing. The things these kids must have lived through. Nemetons, Nogitsunes, druids, kanimas. I can only image what these kids have been through. These are things we have to search the continent to find."
"Yeah," Dean said. "But this isn't our town Sam. I don't know how, but this town is protected by the supernatural and vise versa. Who really knows what these kids have been through?"
"And what if they give in to that trouble,"Sam said. "That's what's terrifying. The fact that we might have to come back and destroy that pack, even if they mean well. That boy wants to have a life, Dean. Like I did. He wants to be a veterinarian."
"Look Sammy," Dean said. "I don't mean to be a downer, but you and I both know that won't last. Even if he gets in school it won't last more then a couple of years. He'll just get sucked back in. There's no way the boy could be an Alfa and go to college, he has to choose... right?" Dean almost seemed uncertain.
"I don't know," Sam said. "I couldn't do it since we had to move around so much. But that boy is a true Alfa. God only knows what he's capable of."