Chapter 8

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It's been about a week since the meeting with everyone. Stiles tries his best to keep a low profile, but it is hard. His 'powers' are spontaneous, they come when he least expects them too. 

"Stiles" a teacher asks as Stiles is looking outside. 

"Huh" is all Stiles says. 

"Son are you alright?" The teacher asks. 

Stiles is getting paler by the day, but he tries his best to keep his head down in case his eyes glow. 

"Yea I'm fine" Stiles mutters. 

"Well then look at me" he says.

 When Stiles looks up his eyes are glowing that bright blue. 

"Go to the nurse's office right now! You have a problem with your eyes" he screams.

 Stiles covers his eyes and runs out. He ran all the way to his jeep and calls Dean. 

"Hey kid we haven't found anything yet" Dean says answering the phone. 

"Well look harder. Dean I can't control my angel powers here. I just glowed my eyes at a teacher" Stiles explains. 

"Dude we told you to stay on the down low" Dean says disappointingly. 

"Okay well maybe you can try to be a radioactive angel for the day and see how you handle it" Stiles says getting a little angry. 

"Alright, alright, don't get your wings into a twist. Maybe you shouldn't be at school. Sam and I will get you" Dean says.

 "No I can drive" Stiles replies. 

"Do you even know where the bunker is?" Dean asks. 

Stiles pauses. 

"No" Stiles says sighing. 

"Don't worry kid will get you, just wait a little bit longer, alright?" Dean asks. 

"Yea, yea I'll be at home" Stiles replies cutting the call.

 He sighs and leans his head on the wheel. "Why did I have to be a god damn angel. Out of all the things out there I had to be a prick with wings" Stiles sighs again and then drives home.

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