Winchester

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

"You understand what you have to do?"

I nodded my head, sipping the Pepsi that Alli and I were sharing.

"Okay, i'll take your word for it." Dean grinned, stuffing a taco into his mouth. He moaned in delight, his eyes closed as he chewed the taco slowly. "This is a damn good taco." He opened his eyes and stared at us.

I turned my head to get a look at Allison who held her hand to her mouth, her eyes crinkling and cheeks reddening as she tried to hold in her laughter. She then made a squeaky noise which made me burst. Immediately after I broke into laughter, so did Allison. We held onto each other for support, trying to not fall over and hurt ourselves because we are known to be pretty clumsy.

My hand slipped from her arm onto her thigh which made us both instantly stop laughing and look at each other with wide eyes. I coughed awkwardly, removing my hand from her thigh as quickly as I could and looked at Dean and Sam who looked between Alli and I with narrowed eyes.

"Okay." Dean coughed, putting down his taco before he rolled up his sleeves, grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair and stood up. "We should get going. It's late enough to where no one will be at the school." He out on his jacket then wiped his hands on his pants before clapping. He sent Sam, Alli and I a sarcastic smile. "It's going to be so much fun hunting a ghost."

"Yayy us." I raised my hands in the air and waved them around in a sarcastic manner. "School at night is so not going to get us killed," I told them, sending Allison a look cause she knew where I was going with that.

"Well, we should get going," Dean told us, grabbing his car keys. "You're riding with us," He told us before I grabbed my gun, an iron poker, and a machete. You will never know what is going to happen in this town so you'll have to be ready.

We walked out of the motel and into the Impala, Alli and I sitting in the back. "School twice in one day, how lucky am I?" I grinned as I turned my head and looked at Alli who's cheeks were dusted in a pink color and her eyes were glossy, shining with an emotion I can't put a name to.

"Well, I am at least glad that I can get out of that horrid motel room." She told me chuckling humorlessly and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She turned to me, her frown turning into a bright smile, showing off her dimples which made me swoon. Dimples were one of my big weaknesses, just like brown eyes are.

"Yeah." I nodded my head, gulping, turning away from Allison as inappropriate thoughts swarmed my mind.

THE PACK'S POV:

"So," Derek started, his green eyes glancing around at the pack, his eyebrows raised. "–he's back and better than before?" He questioned but didn't let anyone speak as his voice boomed in the loft. "Are you sure it's the same Stiles that we knew and not someone acting like him?" He chuckled amusedly, his green eyes narrowed at Scott.

"It's him," Lydia spoke up, her green eyes narrowed in thought. "He looks a bit different. More..." She trailed off, tilting her head in thought, strawberry blonde hair falling over her shoulder. "–alive." She nodded her head. "He looked more alive than last time we had seen him which was after..." Her voice cracked, thinking about her best friend who was killed by her other friend. Excuse me, ex friend. "After Allison where we kicked him out of the pack." She turned her head to glare at Scott and Derek.

"We did it to protect him," Scott defended himself. He threw his hands through his hair in frustration and sadness. "He wasn't suppose to leave and be gone for months. He was suppose to stay here so that we could keep our eyes on him to keep him safe. Everything that I did was to protect him!" He shouted the last part, his alpha eyes showing. He bottom lip was trembling and he was panting, angry at himself.

"Okay, let's calm down now," Derek told Scott, his voice being carried so that everyone could hear him. "We need to figure out this new supernatural problem that has showed up here in Beacon Hills," He told the others, getting to the thing that was most important even though he really wanted to stay on the topic of Stiles.

"Okay, well it's only been happening at the schools. People dying with black stuff coming out of their ears and eyes. It was like their blood turned black," Liam spoke up, his eyebrows raised as he looked up at Derek with innocent blue eyes.

"Then we should start there."

BACK TO STILES POV:

"Come out come out wherever you are," I sang as I walked down the hall with Allicat. She looked at me amusedly and shook her head, shining the flashlight forward as we heard a noise. I gripped the iron poker and we went around the corner and bumped into something. I screamed, raised the poker and was about to hit whatever it was but the poker was stopped.

My eyes widened and my heartbeat picked up as I saw who stood in front of us.

"Scott?" I questioned with wide eyes, lowering the poker.

"Allison?"