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Title: Complications and Trouble
Fandom: Wynonna Earp, Teen Wolf, Supernatural
Pairing: Waveryly/Nicole (established), Dean/Cas (unrequited)
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Wynonna Earp, Teen Wolf, or Supernatural. None of these fandoms is my toy box and I'm merely playing.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Post S1 Wynonna Earp. Waverly goes searching for her heritage. She asks her friends Stiles and Sam for help.
A/N: This fic is my friend Leah's fault, hence it's a gift for her. I said there were two crossover fics I wanted to write after finishing S1 of Wynonna Earp and she told me to. Somehow they got combined into one fic. It's going to be six chapters long. I haven't seen S2 (Wynonna Earp) yet because I decided to reward myself with watching the season after I finished this. I haven't seen past S5 for Supernatural and have only seen up to part of S3 for Teen Wolf.
Chapter 1:
Waverly studies the two new contacts in her phone with trepidation. She leans back against the chair she’s sitting in as she looks across the table at Doc. He’s leaning back in one chair with his feet resting on the other as he frowns at the newspaper. She’s half tempted to tease him that he doesn’t understand what he’s reading, instead she goes back to looking at her phone.
“Could call to say thank you,” Doc attempts to help.
“I already sent them a message,” Waverly sighs as she brings her feet up onto the chair and hugs her knees. She frowns and drops her feet back down, that wasn’t comfortable at all.
Doc closes his newspaper and regards her silently a moment. Waverly resists the urge to squirm and smiles at him brightly instead. Doc nods. “Just grateful they had a way to get you back.”
“You mean exorcise her,” Wynonna yawns as she joins them. Waverly points to the fresh coffee, but Wynonna is already heading over to make herself a cup.
“That too,” Doc agrees.
Waverly sets her phone on the table.
“Toast?” Doc offers.
“Pancakes?” Wynonna bargains.
“Last time I made them you said they were too sweet,” Doc grumbles.
“For me,” Wynonna shrugs, “Waverly likes sweet.”
Waverly looks up to find her sister studying her over the coffee mug in her hands. Waverly frowns at the concern she sees on Wynonna’s eyes, then glances at Doc and sighs when she finds the same concern there. Waverly starts to reach for her phone again then frowns, before admitting, “I don’t know how to start.”
“At the beginning is usually the least confusing,” Doc recommends as he gets up and starts pulling out ingredients.
“We still have revenants to kill and Dolls to rescue,” Waverly stresses. “I don’t know if adding to that is a good idea.”
Wynonna slides her coffee cup onto the table. “I’ll agree that we’ve got a lot on our plate, but if it can’t wait then it can’t wait.”
“It’s something Bobo said to me,” Waverly exhales before she looks at her sister.
Wynonna nods, face serious and concerned.
Waverly presses her lips together, sighs, then asks, “What’s your first memory of Dad?”
“Strange question, but alright I’ll bite, what’s your first memory of him?” Wynonna counters as she picks her mug up again.
“We’re sitting at the table having breakfast and he’s asking me if I remember the most important rule.”
Doc pauses, bowl held against him and spoon in hand, he turns to regard the two of them.
Wynonna frowns. “What was the rule?”
“That I don’t leave Purgatory, ever,” Waverly tells her and then bites her lip.
“And you haven’t,” Wynonna realizes. “Did he say what the rule was for?”
“No, but the first time the barrier weakened I got processed by a demon.”
“What did Bobo say?” Doc growls, tone full of concern.
“He said I’m not an Earp,” Waverly manages. She hates the words leaving her mouth, hates that she’s even thinking it. She’s been an Earp her whole life and she’s not sure she wants to face what it’ll mean if she’s not.
“You’re my sister,” Wynonna tells her firmly, hand reaching out to squeeze hers. Waverly squeezes back, slightly surprised at the relief suddenly coursing through her.
“That’s why you want to contact your friends, you think they might help us figure out what Bobo meant,” Doc elaborates.
Waverly nods.
“Call them,” Wynonna decides. “Better to have more information than not enough.”
Waverly agrees, sighs, then picks up her phone. If anyone is going to be able to help her it’s going to be Sam and Stiles.
~~~~~*****~~~~~*****~~~~~
Stiles shifts through his duffle bag and then checks the time. He turns to take in Isaac stretched on his dorm room bed texting. Isaac lowers his phone and raises his eyebrows. Stiles runs a stressed hand through his hair and asks, “Would you help me go through my bag and make sure that I didn’t pack anything that says I’m from Beacon Hills?”
“You’re wearing my lacrosse hoodie,” Isaac points out. “The one you know I promised to give to my girlfriend.”
Stiles looks down, frowning at the hoodie for a moment, before he pulls it off and tosses it to Isaac. “You’re going to have to wash it, then wear it. You realize half the reason she wants it is to have it smell like you?”
“Do you really think I’m going to give my girlfriend a shirt that smells like you?”
Stiles stills, then laughs.
“You’re nervous,” Isaac shrugs before he relaxes back on the bed. “When are these Winchesters coming to pick you up?”
Stiles checks his phone again. “An hour.”
Isaac frowns. “I’m supposed to leave for therapy in an hour. I don’t want to cancel, but…”
Stiles shakes his head. “No. You go. I’ll be fine.”
“I don’t like you going alone.”
“Because it’s a rule?” Stiles attempts to tease. “We don’t have to follow every rule Scott and Derek decide on.”
Isaac’s concerned frown says they do. Stiles sinks down into the nearest chair.
“There’s a reason we’re roommates,” Isaac points out softly.
“Yeah,” Stiles agrees, before he sighs and scrubs his hand over his face. “I don’t know if I trust them.”
Isaac waits.
“They’re hunters,” Stiles continues.
“We’ve dealt with that before,” Isaac reminds mildly.
“I can’t risk you,” Stiles pleads. “I can’t risk any of you.”
“But you can risk yourself?”
“I’m not a werewolf and Sam’s put me in touch with Bobby when I needed help on a spell.” Stiles shrugs.
Isaac sits up slowly, regarding Stiles with a frown as he reminds softly, “You said that you met him and Waverly on a supernatural message board and the first thing he told you to do when you asked about your best friend being a werewolf was to kill him. He told you to kill Scott.”
“Yes,” Stiles admits, then counters. “But Waverly sent me books that helped and she yelled at Sam for me. They’ve both helped me with research over the years. I’ve helped them and now Waverly has a mystery that might be urgent.”
“Might?”
“Is,” Stiles sighs. “She’s my friend. I’ve already taken my last final and I want to go help her.”
“Tell me you’ve at least told Derek?”
“I told Scott,” Stiles frowns.
“You mean fasted talked Scott into agreeing?” Isaac calls.
“He’s my best friend, he knows how I operate,” Stiles defends.
Isaac frowns and raises his eyebrows again.
Stiles grumbles.
“I’m not trying to argue with you about this,” Isaac shrugs. “I just want you to be safe.”
“They’re not dealing with any emergencies right now,” Stiles rationalizes. “There aren’t any hunters here, and Derek will pick you up tomorrow.”
“I’m not worried about myself and I know you can look out for yourself, but you’re my friend so I’m allowed to worry about you,” Isaac reasons.
Stiles opens his mouth, then clicks it closed. He groans, kicks off his shoes and crosses the room so he can drop down onto the bed next to Isaac as he reassures, “I’m going to be fine.”
“You can’t know that.”
“It’s not like I’m planning to rush head long into danger with just a baseball bat and my wits,” Stiles teases.
“Still not reassuring,” Isaac grumbles.
Stiles makes an annoyed whining sound, then pouts. “Are you going to make me call Derek?”
“Should I?” Isaac pushes.
Stiles groans, “He’d be up here faster than should be possible and insist on going with me, which would only end in disaster.”
“It probably would,” Isaac laughs. “You’re going to be cranky with Sam anyway…”
“I’m always cranky at Sam, he deserves it.”
Isaac smiles and shakes his head, “Add Derek trying to be protective and you might never make it to see Waverly.”
“Grouchiest mother hen ever,” Stiles agrees.
“No, that’s you,” Isaac teases.
“I’m not grouchy and Scott was always the mother hen,” Stiles contradicts.
Isaac laughs shoving at him. “Maybe, let me go through your bag. Why do you keep stealing my hoodie anyway?”
“It’s warm and soft,” Stiles grins, before he admits. “And I sort of lost mine. Do you think Danny would let me talk him out of one of his extras?
Isaac shrugs. “He gave one to Malia.”
Stiles agrees as he gets up and moves to dump out his bag.
“Of course she’s kinda scary when she wants something,” Isaac puts in as he joins Stiles and starts helping him repack. “Do you really think you can’t have anything that says where we’re from? It’s not like you’re hiding who you are and I’m sure they could look you up?”
“You think I’m being overly cautious?” Stiles raises his eyebrows.
“I think if they were going to go after us they already would’ve,” Isaac points out.
Stiles frowns at his belongings and agrees. “I’m overthinking this.”
“Lacrosse hoodie?” Isaac offers.
“I can’t take yours,” Stiles frowns.
Isaac smiles.
Stiles regards him for a moment, then his eyes narrow. “You know where my hoodie is.”
“I only got it back yesterday.”
“What did they do to it?” Stiles asks cautiously.
Isaac rolls his eyes, gets a package out from under his bed and tosses it to Stiles.
“Were you just planning on keeping it?”
“You weren’t going to take anything that said Beacon Hills on it,” Isaac reminds.
Stiles gives him a skeptical look, but pulls his hoodie out of the package and holds it out to examine it as he repeats slowly. “What did they do to it?”
Isaac drops back down onto his bed and pulls out his phone.
“Seriously,” Stiles pushes, wrinkling his nose. “You guys werewolf mojoed this, didn’t you?”
Isaac presses his lips together.
“If it even smells like Jackson’s cologne…” Stiles grumbles.
Isaac sets his phone on his chest and tilts his head so he can look at Stiles. “What does it smell like?”
“You mean to a human nose?”
Isaac nods, the hint of a smile on his face.
Stiles takes a cautious sniff of his hoodie, then another one. He shrugs. “It doesn’t smell freshly washed, but it doesn’t smell dirty either.”
“Good.”
“Why? What does it smell like to a werewolf?”
“Like our entire pack took turns with it,” Isaac tells him.
Stiles regards the hoodie again. “I don’t know if that’s the creepiest or sweetest thing all of you have ever done for me.”
~~~~~*****~~~~~*****~~~~~
Dean pulls up the curb as he watches Sam exit the dorm with a semi-gangly college student. He glances in his review mirror, doubles checks the Impala is in park, then turns to look at Cas. “Could already be there.”
“How would we explain that?” Cas challenges.
“You’re going to be so bored.”
Cas blinks at him slowly.
“All I’m saying,” Dean teases, “is that you hate to do things the slow way.”
Cas tilts his head.
“Yeah, yeah, because it’s slow,” Dean sympathizes.
Cas nods.
“I gave you an out so no complaining,” Dean tells him, then frowns when he realizes Cas is leaning down to look out the window and not paying attention to him anymore. Cas opens his door and steps out, looking over the hood of the Impala at the guy Sam is walking with. The guy stops and stares at Cas. Sam stops, looking slowly from one to the other. Dean steps out to regard Cas.
Cas tilts his head with a minute frown.
“Stiles?” Sam asks.
Stiles shakes his head, the points at Cas as he demands, “What are you?”
Dean reaches out to squeeze Cas’ shoulder, part reassurance and part to get his attention. Cas glances at him. Dean raises his eyebrows.
“Do I tell him?” Cas asks, voice low. Dean glances at Stiles, then Cas.
“He’s powerful, what about you?” Dean answers both of them as he turns to face Stiles over the Impala.
Stiles shrug is dismissive. “I’m all sarcasm and research.”
Dean snorts. “Same way Sammy is all research?”
“He’s helped me with some,” Stiles concedes. “I’ve helped him with some.”
“Is that not why we are gathering to help your friend?” Cas attempts to interject.
“Waverly is the best at research,” Stiles agrees as he moves over to the car and gets into the back.
“She is,” Sam nods as he gets in passenger’s seat.
Cas gets back into the car. Stiles offers him a small smile. Cas blinks. Dean slides into the driver’s seat and shuts his door. Stiles leans forwards between the two front seats. “Dude is not human and he’s powerful.”
“Really?” Dean stalls. “Is that what you think?”
Stiles raises his eyebrows in an unimpressed look. “Sam told me to kill my best friend…”
“When are you going to let that go?” Sam complains.
Stiles points at Cas then Sam. “Is your defense here that you’ve grown as a person?”
“I am here for Dean, not Sam,” Cas interjects.
Stiles leans back slightly to look Dean over. “I hope he means that in a good way.”
Dean turns to take Stiles in and frowns. Why is he getting the feeling that Stiles is not talking about hunting? “He’s a friend.”
Stiles makes an unconvinced noise. Sam pinches the bridge of his nose as he speaks up, “I apologized. I really think it’s time we moved past…”
“You didn’t,” Stiles interrupts.
“I…I didn’t?”
“You and Waverly started comparing notes and she sent me books, but you never apologized,” Stiles informs Sam.
“Sorry?” Sam offers.
Sitles makes a considering noise and Dean laughs.
Chapters: [1] [2] [3] [4]
Fandom: Wynonna Earp, Teen Wolf, Supernatural
Pairing: Waveryly/Nicole (established), Dean/Cas (unrequited)
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Wynonna Earp, Teen Wolf, or Supernatural. None of these fandoms is my toy box and I'm merely playing.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Post S1 Wynonna Earp. Waverly goes searching for her heritage. She asks her friends Stiles and Sam for help.
A/N: This fic is my friend Leah's fault, hence it's a gift for her. I said there were two crossover fics I wanted to write after finishing S1 of Wynonna Earp and she told me to. Somehow they got combined into one fic. It's going to be six chapters long. I haven't seen S2 (Wynonna Earp) yet because I decided to reward myself with watching the season after I finished this. I haven't seen past S5 for Supernatural and have only seen up to part of S3 for Teen Wolf.
Chapter 1:
Waverly studies the two new contacts in her phone with trepidation. She leans back against the chair she’s sitting in as she looks across the table at Doc. He’s leaning back in one chair with his feet resting on the other as he frowns at the newspaper. She’s half tempted to tease him that he doesn’t understand what he’s reading, instead she goes back to looking at her phone.
“Could call to say thank you,” Doc attempts to help.
“I already sent them a message,” Waverly sighs as she brings her feet up onto the chair and hugs her knees. She frowns and drops her feet back down, that wasn’t comfortable at all.
Doc closes his newspaper and regards her silently a moment. Waverly resists the urge to squirm and smiles at him brightly instead. Doc nods. “Just grateful they had a way to get you back.”
“You mean exorcise her,” Wynonna yawns as she joins them. Waverly points to the fresh coffee, but Wynonna is already heading over to make herself a cup.
“That too,” Doc agrees.
Waverly sets her phone on the table.
“Toast?” Doc offers.
“Pancakes?” Wynonna bargains.
“Last time I made them you said they were too sweet,” Doc grumbles.
“For me,” Wynonna shrugs, “Waverly likes sweet.”
Waverly looks up to find her sister studying her over the coffee mug in her hands. Waverly frowns at the concern she sees on Wynonna’s eyes, then glances at Doc and sighs when she finds the same concern there. Waverly starts to reach for her phone again then frowns, before admitting, “I don’t know how to start.”
“At the beginning is usually the least confusing,” Doc recommends as he gets up and starts pulling out ingredients.
“We still have revenants to kill and Dolls to rescue,” Waverly stresses. “I don’t know if adding to that is a good idea.”
Wynonna slides her coffee cup onto the table. “I’ll agree that we’ve got a lot on our plate, but if it can’t wait then it can’t wait.”
“It’s something Bobo said to me,” Waverly exhales before she looks at her sister.
Wynonna nods, face serious and concerned.
Waverly presses her lips together, sighs, then asks, “What’s your first memory of Dad?”
“Strange question, but alright I’ll bite, what’s your first memory of him?” Wynonna counters as she picks her mug up again.
“We’re sitting at the table having breakfast and he’s asking me if I remember the most important rule.”
Doc pauses, bowl held against him and spoon in hand, he turns to regard the two of them.
Wynonna frowns. “What was the rule?”
“That I don’t leave Purgatory, ever,” Waverly tells her and then bites her lip.
“And you haven’t,” Wynonna realizes. “Did he say what the rule was for?”
“No, but the first time the barrier weakened I got processed by a demon.”
“What did Bobo say?” Doc growls, tone full of concern.
“He said I’m not an Earp,” Waverly manages. She hates the words leaving her mouth, hates that she’s even thinking it. She’s been an Earp her whole life and she’s not sure she wants to face what it’ll mean if she’s not.
“You’re my sister,” Wynonna tells her firmly, hand reaching out to squeeze hers. Waverly squeezes back, slightly surprised at the relief suddenly coursing through her.
“That’s why you want to contact your friends, you think they might help us figure out what Bobo meant,” Doc elaborates.
Waverly nods.
“Call them,” Wynonna decides. “Better to have more information than not enough.”
Waverly agrees, sighs, then picks up her phone. If anyone is going to be able to help her it’s going to be Sam and Stiles.
~~~~~*****~~~~~*****~~~~~
Stiles shifts through his duffle bag and then checks the time. He turns to take in Isaac stretched on his dorm room bed texting. Isaac lowers his phone and raises his eyebrows. Stiles runs a stressed hand through his hair and asks, “Would you help me go through my bag and make sure that I didn’t pack anything that says I’m from Beacon Hills?”
“You’re wearing my lacrosse hoodie,” Isaac points out. “The one you know I promised to give to my girlfriend.”
Stiles looks down, frowning at the hoodie for a moment, before he pulls it off and tosses it to Isaac. “You’re going to have to wash it, then wear it. You realize half the reason she wants it is to have it smell like you?”
“Do you really think I’m going to give my girlfriend a shirt that smells like you?”
Stiles stills, then laughs.
“You’re nervous,” Isaac shrugs before he relaxes back on the bed. “When are these Winchesters coming to pick you up?”
Stiles checks his phone again. “An hour.”
Isaac frowns. “I’m supposed to leave for therapy in an hour. I don’t want to cancel, but…”
Stiles shakes his head. “No. You go. I’ll be fine.”
“I don’t like you going alone.”
“Because it’s a rule?” Stiles attempts to tease. “We don’t have to follow every rule Scott and Derek decide on.”
Isaac’s concerned frown says they do. Stiles sinks down into the nearest chair.
“There’s a reason we’re roommates,” Isaac points out softly.
“Yeah,” Stiles agrees, before he sighs and scrubs his hand over his face. “I don’t know if I trust them.”
Isaac waits.
“They’re hunters,” Stiles continues.
“We’ve dealt with that before,” Isaac reminds mildly.
“I can’t risk you,” Stiles pleads. “I can’t risk any of you.”
“But you can risk yourself?”
“I’m not a werewolf and Sam’s put me in touch with Bobby when I needed help on a spell.” Stiles shrugs.
Isaac sits up slowly, regarding Stiles with a frown as he reminds softly, “You said that you met him and Waverly on a supernatural message board and the first thing he told you to do when you asked about your best friend being a werewolf was to kill him. He told you to kill Scott.”
“Yes,” Stiles admits, then counters. “But Waverly sent me books that helped and she yelled at Sam for me. They’ve both helped me with research over the years. I’ve helped them and now Waverly has a mystery that might be urgent.”
“Might?”
“Is,” Stiles sighs. “She’s my friend. I’ve already taken my last final and I want to go help her.”
“Tell me you’ve at least told Derek?”
“I told Scott,” Stiles frowns.
“You mean fasted talked Scott into agreeing?” Isaac calls.
“He’s my best friend, he knows how I operate,” Stiles defends.
Isaac frowns and raises his eyebrows again.
Stiles grumbles.
“I’m not trying to argue with you about this,” Isaac shrugs. “I just want you to be safe.”
“They’re not dealing with any emergencies right now,” Stiles rationalizes. “There aren’t any hunters here, and Derek will pick you up tomorrow.”
“I’m not worried about myself and I know you can look out for yourself, but you’re my friend so I’m allowed to worry about you,” Isaac reasons.
Stiles opens his mouth, then clicks it closed. He groans, kicks off his shoes and crosses the room so he can drop down onto the bed next to Isaac as he reassures, “I’m going to be fine.”
“You can’t know that.”
“It’s not like I’m planning to rush head long into danger with just a baseball bat and my wits,” Stiles teases.
“Still not reassuring,” Isaac grumbles.
Stiles makes an annoyed whining sound, then pouts. “Are you going to make me call Derek?”
“Should I?” Isaac pushes.
Stiles groans, “He’d be up here faster than should be possible and insist on going with me, which would only end in disaster.”
“It probably would,” Isaac laughs. “You’re going to be cranky with Sam anyway…”
“I’m always cranky at Sam, he deserves it.”
Isaac smiles and shakes his head, “Add Derek trying to be protective and you might never make it to see Waverly.”
“Grouchiest mother hen ever,” Stiles agrees.
“No, that’s you,” Isaac teases.
“I’m not grouchy and Scott was always the mother hen,” Stiles contradicts.
Isaac laughs shoving at him. “Maybe, let me go through your bag. Why do you keep stealing my hoodie anyway?”
“It’s warm and soft,” Stiles grins, before he admits. “And I sort of lost mine. Do you think Danny would let me talk him out of one of his extras?
Isaac shrugs. “He gave one to Malia.”
Stiles agrees as he gets up and moves to dump out his bag.
“Of course she’s kinda scary when she wants something,” Isaac puts in as he joins Stiles and starts helping him repack. “Do you really think you can’t have anything that says where we’re from? It’s not like you’re hiding who you are and I’m sure they could look you up?”
“You think I’m being overly cautious?” Stiles raises his eyebrows.
“I think if they were going to go after us they already would’ve,” Isaac points out.
Stiles frowns at his belongings and agrees. “I’m overthinking this.”
“Lacrosse hoodie?” Isaac offers.
“I can’t take yours,” Stiles frowns.
Isaac smiles.
Stiles regards him for a moment, then his eyes narrow. “You know where my hoodie is.”
“I only got it back yesterday.”
“What did they do to it?” Stiles asks cautiously.
Isaac rolls his eyes, gets a package out from under his bed and tosses it to Stiles.
“Were you just planning on keeping it?”
“You weren’t going to take anything that said Beacon Hills on it,” Isaac reminds.
Stiles gives him a skeptical look, but pulls his hoodie out of the package and holds it out to examine it as he repeats slowly. “What did they do to it?”
Isaac drops back down onto his bed and pulls out his phone.
“Seriously,” Stiles pushes, wrinkling his nose. “You guys werewolf mojoed this, didn’t you?”
Isaac presses his lips together.
“If it even smells like Jackson’s cologne…” Stiles grumbles.
Isaac sets his phone on his chest and tilts his head so he can look at Stiles. “What does it smell like?”
“You mean to a human nose?”
Isaac nods, the hint of a smile on his face.
Stiles takes a cautious sniff of his hoodie, then another one. He shrugs. “It doesn’t smell freshly washed, but it doesn’t smell dirty either.”
“Good.”
“Why? What does it smell like to a werewolf?”
“Like our entire pack took turns with it,” Isaac tells him.
Stiles regards the hoodie again. “I don’t know if that’s the creepiest or sweetest thing all of you have ever done for me.”
~~~~~*****~~~~~*****~~~~~
Dean pulls up the curb as he watches Sam exit the dorm with a semi-gangly college student. He glances in his review mirror, doubles checks the Impala is in park, then turns to look at Cas. “Could already be there.”
“How would we explain that?” Cas challenges.
“You’re going to be so bored.”
Cas blinks at him slowly.
“All I’m saying,” Dean teases, “is that you hate to do things the slow way.”
Cas tilts his head.
“Yeah, yeah, because it’s slow,” Dean sympathizes.
Cas nods.
“I gave you an out so no complaining,” Dean tells him, then frowns when he realizes Cas is leaning down to look out the window and not paying attention to him anymore. Cas opens his door and steps out, looking over the hood of the Impala at the guy Sam is walking with. The guy stops and stares at Cas. Sam stops, looking slowly from one to the other. Dean steps out to regard Cas.
Cas tilts his head with a minute frown.
“Stiles?” Sam asks.
Stiles shakes his head, the points at Cas as he demands, “What are you?”
Dean reaches out to squeeze Cas’ shoulder, part reassurance and part to get his attention. Cas glances at him. Dean raises his eyebrows.
“Do I tell him?” Cas asks, voice low. Dean glances at Stiles, then Cas.
“He’s powerful, what about you?” Dean answers both of them as he turns to face Stiles over the Impala.
Stiles shrug is dismissive. “I’m all sarcasm and research.”
Dean snorts. “Same way Sammy is all research?”
“He’s helped me with some,” Stiles concedes. “I’ve helped him with some.”
“Is that not why we are gathering to help your friend?” Cas attempts to interject.
“Waverly is the best at research,” Stiles agrees as he moves over to the car and gets into the back.
“She is,” Sam nods as he gets in passenger’s seat.
Cas gets back into the car. Stiles offers him a small smile. Cas blinks. Dean slides into the driver’s seat and shuts his door. Stiles leans forwards between the two front seats. “Dude is not human and he’s powerful.”
“Really?” Dean stalls. “Is that what you think?”
Stiles raises his eyebrows in an unimpressed look. “Sam told me to kill my best friend…”
“When are you going to let that go?” Sam complains.
Stiles points at Cas then Sam. “Is your defense here that you’ve grown as a person?”
“I am here for Dean, not Sam,” Cas interjects.
Stiles leans back slightly to look Dean over. “I hope he means that in a good way.”
Dean turns to take Stiles in and frowns. Why is he getting the feeling that Stiles is not talking about hunting? “He’s a friend.”
Stiles makes an unconvinced noise. Sam pinches the bridge of his nose as he speaks up, “I apologized. I really think it’s time we moved past…”
“You didn’t,” Stiles interrupts.
“I…I didn’t?”
“You and Waverly started comparing notes and she sent me books, but you never apologized,” Stiles informs Sam.
“Sorry?” Sam offers.
Sitles makes a considering noise and Dean laughs.
Chapters: [1] [2] [3] [4]