This is a Teen Wolf and Supernatural crossover.
The Winchester sibling, Dean Sam and you, decide to stay in beacon hills for a while.
You gain a friendship with Stiles, maybe even more. While living in beacon hills you have to control a strong powe...
Stiles would usually brag and say he's a lot of things. Handsome, smart, funny, dedicated, loyal. But now he could add speechless to that list: and he hated that. (Y/N) just basically confessed a horrible back story, and he didn't even know what to say to comfort her.
'I'm sorry'?
'That's awful'?
'I had no idea'?
None of them seemed like they would do any justice, he remembered being annoyed when people always apologized after his mom died, how he hated that everyone had the same speech.
'I'm so sorry for your loss. I'm here if you need. How are you doing? How's your dad? I know how you feel.'
But none of their empty words made him feel better. Sometimes people just needed...people.
With hesitation he wrapped an arm around her shaking shoulders, pulling her towards him. He rested her head on his chest, rotating his body so she could lean against him more comfortably, ear pressed against his heart. He kept his mouth shut, shocker, as he rested his chin on top of her head.
Not a word was spoken between the two, as one of his hands began running through her hair to soothe her. Though she hadn't stopped crying, (Y/N)'s tears were slowed down.
Inside Scott watched his best friend and the witch - witches now what's next? - with a childlike curiosity.
He turned towards Sam, Dean scared him quite honestly, "What did that demon mean about Stiles being her spark?" Without letting Sam say anything he spoke out again, "Is he supernatural too?"
Sam shook his head, checking his watch and going back to pouring stuff in a bowl. Scott had no idea what was going on - Derek was right he needed to pay more attention to stuff.
Dean spoke up. "How old are you kid?"
"17, almost 18."
He nodded, "How well do you know anything about anything supernatural?"
"Well..."
"So just about nothing. Okay. Not sure if eyebrows over here is your teacher or something," Derek made an annoyed huff, "But let me give you a quick lesson." He sat on the corner of the table, moving a few knifes away.
"All supernatural creatures were made by the mother of all monsters, Eve. She - "
"Like Adam and Eve?"
Scott could have sworn he heard Sam mutter, "Shit Adam!" but he was focused on Dean.
"Would you shut up and let me finish?" Scott nodded, "She considered herself their mother. And while she was bat shit crazy well," He and Sam shared looks, "She was a dedicated mom I'll give her that. More so than that big guy up there." He pointed upwards, sending a dark look to Scott who opened his mouth.
"She didn't want her kids to be lonely or some crap. So she did the cheesiest, romance teen flick thing anyone could have done. To put it easily, every supernatural creature has a 'soulmate'. Sometimes human, sometimes not. Different species have different names, for witches, it's a spark. And well..." He nodded to where (Y/N) and Stiles were just now standing up. "Though I'm not sure she's so sure."
"But what - "
"Don't say a word. She's got enough on her plate as it is." Dean pointed threateningly at the teen wolf who raised his hands in surrender.
The door opened and in walked said 'couple', oblivious to the looks they were receiving. (Y/N) looked up at Dean expectedly.
"Well, Sam just finished summoning Crowley. He should be here."
"Crowley?" Stiles asked.
"King of hell." You said, offhandedly and nonchalantly.
"So the devil?"
"No, he's in a cage. Crowleys the king of hell."
"The devils in a cage?" Was all that managed to tumble out of Stiles mouth.
"You better believe it darling." The draw of a British accent made the weres and girls jump, turning where a shorter MA clad in a fancy suit stood, eyes flickering up to the demon trap drawn on the ceiling.
"Let's just hope he stays there."
- A/N -
SPARK! YOU ARE MY SPARK. YOU SPARKLE FOR ME, SPARKLE SPARKLE. IM SO SORRY I DONT KNOW WHY I JUST WROTE THAT.
