Not the same

Chapter 7

~Stile's P.O.V.~

We sat in silence for a good 20 minuets while she cried. I didn't mind though. She sat back and wiped her eyes. "I'm sorry, I really didn't want you to see me cry." I held my hand up. "Chris, it's okay to cry sometimes it's what makes us human. Now why were you crying?" She looked away. "Chris, don't shut me out. You obviously need to talk to someone about it." She took a deep breath then began. "Like I said I couldn't really have friends on the road cause it was to dangerous. But about 2 years ago we met a girl, Jo, her mom was a hunter. She was a little older than us. We got to be really good friends. But on one of our jobs her and her mom decided to help us. We had a bunch of hell hounds after us. Hell hounds are invisible so you can really shoot them. Jo got hurt at one point and we were trying to get her out of danger. We were in a convenience store trying to come up with a plan. Jo came up with one. Dean and I were against the idea but her mom agreed with her. Dean and I still objected so I told them I had it and turned to Dean so we could come up with a plan. But while we were turned Jo's mom had hooked up the explosives. Dean and I had come up with a plan, me, him and Sam were going to lead the hounds away and Jo's mom would get her out. But whenever we got out of the store Jo hit the button." I couldn't believe this. She has been blaming herself for this. "And how did Derek know about this? Even better question how do you know Derek?" I asked her. Might as well get my questions out now. "Well a guy we know, Garth, he's a werewolf and Derek was visiting his pack when we were down there. He was in the room when we told Garth." I nodded. "You know I don't think it's your fault." I told her. "I could've done more. I could've paid more attention to her and her mom." I shook my head. "I mean more than just that. I mean you leaving." She looked at me. "Oh, uh thanks."

"There was also nothing you could do about Jo, but I meant more you leaving."

~Chris's P.O.V~

We just sat and stared at each other for a minuet. Before I knew it we were both leaning in. Before our lips could touch though I turned my head. "We should get back to the house." Stiles nodded and followed me. I stopped by the Impala before walking in. I opened the trunk. "What are you doing?" Stiles asked. "I forgot something earlier." I grabbed a towel. "Well if Gigantor here would tell me what's going on I might be able to answer your questions." I knew the owner of the voice before I even saw him. Stiles froze. "Who is that and how did he get here?" I walked over and handed Dean the towel for his hand. While Sam explained to Stiles what was happening I approached Crowley.