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Winchester

The scariest of them all

Stiles Winchester was another product of John's inability to be a good parent. But he was different than John's other kids (even if he was johns grandchild) - he wasn't able to become a vessel. Demons could try to possess him but it wouldn't work. Why? Because the nogitsune gave him abilities after it finally died. It was quite strange when he discovered it, he could read peoples minds but then the people would start feeling sick or hungry. Almost like he was using their energy. He did not like it, it was like the demon's blood was sustained in his body.

One week two men came into Beacon Hills police station asking for the sheriff. Stiles being Stiles was intrigued so he tried to read the tall ones mind, he couldn't. He tried the other slightly less tall man next.

So this town is overrun by them. The tall man thought, he saw Parrish look intimidated by the men. Urgh did they poison my food or something? Was that the bad hunters? Before he left Chris said there was a few hunters that didn't follow the code. They weren't raised like normal hunters.

Stiles walked outside followed by Parrish who wanted to know what made Stiles so upset. He leaned against the wall and sighed, the nogitsune definitely made its mark.

"What's wrong?"
"Those men are evil, they want to kill all of us."
"You included?"
"I don't know. It was so peaceful at the minute too."
"I don't know the packs been a bit rowdy." Parrish laughed.
"Except that accident."

Stiles leaned back against the wall he had a psychic headache, suddenly a screech of noise went across his mind. He slid down in pain.

Parrish noticed a boy standing around, looking lost. He walked over and the screeching stopped in Stiles' head. Stiles eyed the kid suspiciously, not wanting to go any closer. The FBI agents ran out.

"He's a hellhound!" the kid said pointing at Parrish.

One of the Agents grabbed Parrish and Parrish started trying to escape. It was the guy I could hurt either. The other man came up to me, tried to calm me down.

"He's a hellhound they're not good things."

"Leave him alone!" I cried loudly.

"We know what we're doing, the amount of unusual deaths in this area, we need to find his pack."

I needed to focus my energy to create a strong psychic blast. It could at least cause concern for one of them but it could hurt Parrish too. I looked at the kid sadly, then he stared to feel empty for Parrish.

"Sam, you're hurting him! Please let him go, the kid doesn't seem to think he's a threat."

My adoptive father ran out suddenly shouting loudly. He seemed upset like something was wrong. He stopped next to us, panting. The man let Parrish fall.

"DEAN WINCHESTER, do you remember me?"

"How do you know my name?"

"How do you not remember your son?"

"Listen man, I don't know what you're talking about you're older than me."

"1995 you were 17, scared. My future girlfriend who was 18 at the time had your child. You couldn't keep him. So I looked after him."

"So that's."

"Let's go somewhere more private."

The tone in Dad's office was a lot calmer, or more there was a deep underlying anger waiting to spill out over the silence. The kid sat quietly in the corner of the room, he looked scared.

"This another son?" Dad asked, angrily.
"No, a friend's child."
"Does your brother know about Stiles?"
"You named my son Stiles! That's low."
"No I didn't."
"He's not called Stiles, it's just a nickname, Mieczysław is his real name."
"Say What now."
"Dean that isn't important! So the werewolves."
"You won't touch them" I threatened lowly. Aggressively. "Lay a finger on any of them and I'll get you back. I promise you that."
"So this is teenage rebellion. I won't touch your friends. But you need to tell me who is killing these kids."
"That's what I'm trying to work out."

Dean looked at Stiles confused he would never speak to his father in that way, Sam would however. He would keep secrets from John and everything. He was so much like Sam.

"Stiles do you know what a nephilim is?"
"Half Angel?"
"Yes. Do you wanna know how I know you're friends are Okay?"
"No?"
"Because Jack is the son of the devil and he's fine. He's just a kid like you are."
"And?"
"It's in your blood kiddo. You're a Winchester after all."

The man left and stiles stood. Confused.