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Fandoms: Teen Wolf, Supernatural
Warnings: usual TW and SPN stuff
Pairings: Stiles Stilinski x reader
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Stiles was securing pictures of the victims with missing hearts that he secretly photocopied from his father's folders to his board with magnets when Y/N ran into his room.
"How did you get here so quickly? Peter lives on the other side of town-" Stiles eyed her curiously, but then he noticed Y/N breathing heavily and trying to catch her breath. The corners of his mouth twitched as he tried not to laugh.
"I ran," Y/N said in between breaths. Stiles shook his head and then turned back to his board to mark the places where the victims were found on a map. Y/N took a few steps closer to the board to get a better look.
"He's making a circle around Beacon Hills, but slowly so it's not noticeable. These cases are all almost six months apart from each other. I don't know how my dad didn't realize they are somehow connected." Stiles said, showing her the dates on the files.
"So he is smart. Which means he has to be sane. Which kinda makes me worried he is not rogue, just power hungry." Y/N sighed and pulled out her phone from her pocket, holding it in her hand and staring at it.
"Are you going to call your brothers to help us?" Stiles asked. Y/N bit her lip, thinking, and then nodded.
"I might have to. I don't know how they will react if they find out about me being friends with three werewolves. Especially Dean." She sighed and sat down on Stiles' bed.
"Castiel healed Peter, right? So if he comes with your brothers, he could tell them all three are friendly? Even though one looks like he could murder you with his eyebrows." Stiles smirked as he sat down next to her. Y/N rolled her eyes.
"He looks like he could murder you even without those eyebrows. Have you seen him shifted? His eyebrows go missing. It's actually hilarious, but don't mention it around him. He doesn't like it." Stiles had to put a hand over his mouth to keep himself from laughing, while Y/N texted her brothers instead of calling them, even sending them a meet-up place because she just didn't trust Kate.
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The black Chevy Impala took longer than expected to arrive in Beacon Hills. Two weeks, to be exact. Two weeks full of the friend group getting chased and attacked by the alpha.
Y/N was impatiently waiting at the motel Dean told her about when they drove her here a few weeks ago. When she finally spotted the car, she stood up from the stairs she was sitting on and waved at her brothers. Both of them were smiling at her, as they exited the vehicle. She knew the smiles would quickly disappear when she would tell them why exactly she called them here.
"Y/N/N! You look like you are finally getting enough sleep!" Was the first thing that left Dean's mouth. Y/N rolled her eyes.
"You look like you still drink way too much in your free time," she said back with a grin, spreading her arms to hug him. Dean squeezed her so hard she couldn't breathe, then took a step back and let Sam hug her. At the same time, Roscoe came into view. Stiles was sitting behind the wheel, Scott in the passenger seat, and the two grumpy-looking Hales were squeezed in the back seat. Y/N had to stop herself from laughing.
"So, will you finally tell us what is so urgent that we had to drive all the way here?" Dean asked as he pulled his duffle back from the trunk. Sam, who was watching the new arrivals, turned to look at his sister.
"Yeah. These guys will help me with that." She waved her hand toward the blue Jeep. Dean finally turned to look at them. Scott was giving everyone his kicked-puppy look, Stiles was awkwardly rubbing his neck, Derek just frowned at everyone and Peter smirked when the brothers looked at him.
"Who are they exactly?" Sam asked. Y/N sighed. She then pulled the keys to the brother's booked room from her pocket, turned around, and walked towards the door while speaking.
"I will explain everything when we are inside, we don't need people knowing you are in town, even tho Baby will give you away anyway." All of them followed her inside the room. Sam and Dean each picked a bed and placed their duffle on it to claim it, then they both sat on their own bed. Scott and Peter sat down at the two chairs next to the small table that was in the room, Derek decided to stay near the door, Y/N guessed it was for a quick escape in case Dean decided to shoot them full of silver, and Stiles made his way towards Y/N. He had his arms full of the researched materials she told him to bring.
Y/N cleared her throat and then looked at everyone in the room.
"So, Dean, Sam, these are Scott, Stiles, Derek, and Peter." She motioned to each of them with her hand.
"Everyone, this is Sammy," Y/N pointed to her long-haired brother, who was eyeing the Hales suspiciously. She realized he must have heard about them in the past, along with the pictures from when the fire happened.
"And that one there-" she looked at Dean, "- that will put the gun away!" She frowned at Dean when she realized he was holding his gun, ready to shoot.
"Is Dean." When he didn't put the gun down she sighed and walked up to him, taking it from his hands. She then proceeded to pull another two from his duffle, just to be safe. Stiles eyed the guns and swallowed nervously, realizing he was the only one without superhuman strength or hunter training in the room.
"Y/N, why are we in a room with two werewolves?" Sam asked, not looking away from Peter. Dean was staring right at Derek, who was staring back at him with an even more intense stare.
"I always wanted a dog-" she started, making Stiles snort. Derek shot her an offended look. Y/N just grinned at him and then turned to her brothers.
"I know you guys don't like working with supernatural beings, but you made the exception with Cas, so now trust me with these three."
"Three?" Dean asked, immediately turning to stare at Stiles.
"Oh, not me. I'm just 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bones," he motioned towards Scott. Dean gave his sister a look.
"Really? The one with the puppy eyes is the were?" He sounded so done with everything that Y/N wanted to laugh.
"Okay, I called you here because we have a werewolf problem. And also rogue hunters problem. You pick which one is worse." Y/N said. She pulled a few folders from Stiles' arms and spread them on the bed behind Sam. Dean stood up from his bed and walked over to take a look.
"There have been many attacks in the past month, starting with two days before we arrived here and I stayed. It started with Laura Hale, the one that became alpha after the fire. Derek felt the bond snap and arrived from New York the day after it happened. Overnight some hikers found half of Laura's body in the woods and reported it to the police, that's how Stiles got to know about it and he decided it would be a smart idea to go look for the still missing half, along with his asthmatic best friend. As you already know Scott got turned. The alpha bit him and no one since then, so he doesn't want to build a pack." Y/N started explaining, while the brothers looked through the opened folders. The Hales patiently waited for Y/N to explain everything. Stiles took a few steps forward so he was next to Y/N again. She nodded at him.
"He is trying to make it look like Peter did it, but we have evidence that it wasn't him. There were attacks around Beacon Hills where the dead people were missing a heart. Peter was still comatose at the time of those attacks, and even if he wasn't, he is a born wolf." Stiles continued where Y/N left off.
"Yeah, born weres don't feed on hearts, they don't need them to survive." Dean shot both of the Hales a look, before looking back at his sister.
"What else happened?" He asked.
"Well, there was an attack at the video store in town, two of our classmates were present, but they don't know what it was. He has the powers of both, bitten omega and born alpha. He can fully shift into a wolf. But because he isn't a born wolf, the form is deformed. He looks like something from a really bad horror movie." Y/N cringed at the memory of the alpha running after them in the school a few days ago.
"So you saw it?" Sam asked. The three teenagers exchanged looks.
"We, uhm, we kinda.. were chased by it?" Scott said, but it sounded more like a question. Sam and Dean both looked at their sister with a look that could kill her, both taking a breath to say something, but she was quicker.
"Nu-uh, you don't get to say stuff. You guys get chased every single time you hunt something. This was one time only okay." She put her hands on her hips, frowning at her brothers.
"Is there anything else that happened? Or is that all?" Sam asked after a minute.
"Oh, he actually bit the girl that was at the video store, but she didn't turn. She's currently being treated at the hospital because she is not waking up either." Scott informed the brothers.
"I tested her. She's safe. Also from what Stiles, Peter, and I found yesterday, we have a name for the alpha guy. It's Ludensky." Y/N swallowed.
"Wait. Ludensky? As in the guy I shot last year, that thanked me for freeing him of the werewolf curse?" Dean asked, which made everyone look at him. Well, except for Y/N and Sam.
"Yup. That's the one."
"Son of a bitch," Dean let out.
"We need a plan to get rid of him. Anyone has any ideas?" Sam asked. The room was silent until Peter cleared his throat.
"I might have, but I'm not sure if any of you will like it."
Fandoms: Teen Wolf, Supernatural
Warnings: usual TW and SPN stuff
Pairings: Stiles Stilinski x reader
Words: 1,8k
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Y/N was with Derek when he heard about the attack at the video store. He took off in the direction of the store, leaving her behind. She swore, looked around, and started running after him.
When she finally got there, he and Scott were climbing the rusty ladder on the side of the building. Y/N rolled her eyes and climbed after them. Scott said hi to her while Derek stared at her as if he wasn't expecting her to follow him. He then turned to Scott.
"Starting to get it?" He asked, leaning over the edge to look down in a way that didn't make him visible to the people on the ground under them. Scott did the same.
"I get that he is killing people. I don't get why." Scott mumbled. Y/N walked a few steps toward the edge to take a look at the scene.
"I mean, we don't go out in the middle of the night murdering everyone, do we?" Y/N turned to look at Scott.
"Werewolves are predators. Not killers." She said. Derek agreed, not looking away from the people on the street.
"Then why is he a killer?" Scott asked looking at his friend and then at the older werewolf.
"That's what we are going to find out. Y/N, how does this look like from the perspective of a hunter?" Derek turned towards her. The youngest Winchester took a deep breath and stepped away from the edge of the roof.
"It must have been a rogue omega. He killed Laura to get the alpha power, which we already knew. We know that he wants to build a pack, and that's why he bit Scott. But something isn't right here. Why didn't he bite anyone else? I'll need to do some research on my own, maybe I will take Stiles with me because he can get us the police reports. I need to know if there were organs missing or if he is just killing for the fun of it." Y/N looked at her phone, texting Stiles to meet her a few blocks away from the video store.
"You do that. I'm gonna take Scott to the house for a bit. I'll see you later," Derek waved a hand her way and then ran off the roof, Scott following him. Y/N groaned when she realized she will have to climb the ladder down
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The youngest Winchester got to the meeting point at the same time as Stiles parked his jeep on the side of the road. She quickly jumped into the passenger seat and told him to drive to his house. She needed his whiteboard for this.
"So, what are we going to do now?" Stiles asked as they got into his room. He sat on his bed and watched Y/N pace around the room picking different stuff up and then wiping his whiteboard so she had a clean space to work with. She ignored his question and wrote 'THE ALPHA' in capital letters in the middle of it, then drew lines around it and started writing everything they knew already.
"I need you to look in your dad's files to see if there were any bodies found dead with their heart missing in the towns around Beacon Hills." Y/N turned to look at Stiles who was reading the words on the board, looking really interested.
"You think it could be the bad kind? The one you told me about?" He was suddenly up, looking worried. Y/N swallowed and nodded.
"I have a bad feeling. And I need another wolf to talk to about it. Not Derek. And not Scott, Scott hasn't been a werewolf for long." She ran her fingers through her hair.
"I guess we have one more Hale we can visit." He said quietly. Y/N nodded.
"I'll go see him. I need you to go look through the folders. Look for the missing hearts and anything that could be a clue." She quickly dropped the parker on Stiles' table and turned to walk out, but stopped in between the door.
"I don't have a car." She turned back to look at Stiles. He let out a laugh and then motioned for her to follow him.
"Come on, I'll take you there."
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Peter lived on the side of Beacon Hills where Lydia did. The rich part of town. He moved into his house right when he was let out of the hospital after his miraculous recovery. Y/N actually helped him and Derek to pick the place and get him used to being around people again. No one really recognized Peter in town, which saved them a lot of explaining about how the hell he was walking and talking after spending six years in a coma.
Y/N thanked Stiles for the ride and closed the car door. She watched him drive away and then let herself in through the gate. She walked up the stone steps towards the front door and knocked. She didn't have to wait long before Peter opened it, frowning. When he saw her he smirked.
"Ah, Winchester. What can I do for you?" He asked, moving to the side so she could walk in.
"Hi, Peter. Nice to see you too. Are you doing better?" She lifted an eyebrow at him and took off her shoes. She put them on the shoe rack in the huge hallway.
"Did you come over only to ask me how I was doing or do you actually need something?" He led her towards the kitchen.
"Oh, I just wanted to talk." She sat on one of the chairs at the kitchen island and put her phone in front of her.
"Talk? About what? And where is my nephew? Does he still refuse to buy a normal living space and tortures himself by sleeping in the burned-down house?" He pulled out two cups and started the coffee maker.
"Derek is currently at the old house with Scott. And yes, he still lives there. He is way too stubborn to listen to us. Even though it would be safer for him to move somewhere else now that Kate is in town. That woman is a whole new level of crazy. But that's not why I'm here. I need to talk to you about werewolves. And about how they go rogue." Peter turned to look at her.
"Why don't you ask your uncle about it?" He asked and placed one of the full coffee cups in front of her.
"My uncle was in an accident a few days back. I don't really want to bother him now, as I am sure he and my brothers have a lot of stuff to do because the Leviathans are getting all around the USA."
"Yes, I remember you telling me about him being shot. What do you need to know?" Peter sat down on one of the chairs on the other side of the island.
"How does a wolf go rogue?" Y/N asked.
"Depend on the situation. You can be kicked out of the pack, and then if no other pack wants you in, you lose it. You start going more and more feral. That's how omegas are made, but omegas are usually born wolves that go feral. The bitten omegas are more..." Peter stopped talking, thinking about how to say it correctly.
"They're the worst kind, right? The ones that feed on the hearts of humans?" Y/N asked quietly. Peter nodded.
"Yes, they are the worst. I don't know how, but they actually became weak to silver. Us born wolves aren't."
"I know. It is a myth connected to the Argents as they are the oldest line of hunters ever." Y/N agreed. She then pulled her father's journal from the bag she had brought with her.
"Can you look over this to see if there are correct facts?" She pushed the journal towards Peter, who took it in his hands carefully.
"It was my father's and my brothers left it with me just in case I needed it. And I know you know a lot of stuff about the supernatural as you yourself are supernatural. Also, Derek told me you used to have a lot of different bestiaries and other books before..." Y/N didn't finish the sentence when she noticed the pained look on his face.
"Why are you asking me all this? You think the alpha is a bitten wolf?" Peter asked. The girl nodded.
"If it was a born wolf someone would know something. There are not that many of you anymore and my brothers keep tabs on all of the packs with born wolves. They would know if one of them went rogue." Y/N explained.
"Did you tell any of this to Derek?"
"No, are you crazy? You know him. He would go right after the guy and get himself killed in the process." She took a sip of her coffee and watched Peter as he agreed.
"If you are right, and you probably are... We are going to need all the help we can get. Derek is not as strong by himself, your friend Scott still doesn't really know how to have control over his shift, and the sheriff's kid is a skinny human who talks too much. Even with the help of your angel friend, my wolf is not healed fully yet. You are probably the strongest of us right now with your hunter training." Y/N knew what Peter wanted her to do.
"I can't call them here Peter. They have a lot of stuff going on, I told you the Leviathans are everywhere-"
"Y/N, you are creating a pack around yourself. The alpha is going to see you as a threat." Peter said as if it was nothing. Y/N froze in her seat.
"I'm creating a pack around myself? How is that possible? I'm not an alpha, not even a werewolf." The youngest Winchester looked so confused Peter had to laugh.
"It is possible. You have to have the right amount of Spark to pull it off. You are a Winchester. You and your brothers stopped multiple apocalypses. The angels watched over you. You went against multiple gods and came out alive. There is no one else that could do all that."
"So what, I'm an alpha, but not really?" Y/N cringed as she said that. It sounded ridiculous.
"Something like that." Peter shrugged and got up from his chair with her journal in his hands.
"If you'll need me I'll be in the library." With that, he walked away.
"Okay, hold up. You can't just drop that and walk away! Peter!" Y/N yelled as she watched his back disappear up the stairs.
"You son of a bitch." She let out a sigh and put her empty cup in the sink. Her phone buzzed at the same time. She quickly picked it up and looked at the new text. 'There are at least 4 cases where bodies were missing hearts' was all it said.
"Shit." She let out as she grabbed all of her stuff and ran out of the door.
Fandoms: Teen Wolf, Supernatural
Warnings: usual TW and SPN stuff
Pairings: Stiles Stilinski x reader
Words: 1,8k
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Y/N was with Derek when he heard about the attack at the video store. He took off in the direction of the store, leaving her behind. She swore, looked around, and started running after him.
When she finally got there, he and Scott were climbing the rusty ladder on the side of the building. Y/N rolled her eyes and climbed after them. Scott said hi to her while Derek stared at her as if he wasn't expecting her to follow him. He then turned to Scott.
"Starting to get it?" He asked, leaning over the edge to look down in a way that didn't make him visible to the people on the ground under them. Scott did the same.
"I get that he is killing people. I don't get why." Scott mumbled. Y/N walked a few steps toward the edge to take a look at the scene.
"I mean, we don't go out in the middle of the night murdering everyone, do we?" Y/N turned to look at Scott.
"Werewolves are predators. Not killers." She said. Derek agreed, not looking away from the people on the street.
"Then why is he a killer?" Scott asked looking at his friend and then at the older werewolf.
"That's what we are going to find out. Y/N, how does this look like from the perspective of a hunter?" Derek turned towards her. The youngest Winchester took a deep breath and stepped away from the edge of the roof.
"It must have been a rogue omega. He killed Laura to get the alpha power, which we already knew. We know that he wants to build a pack, and that's why he bit Scott. But something isn't right here. Why didn't he bite anyone else? I'll need to do some research on my own, maybe I will take Stiles with me because he can get us the police reports. I need to know if there were organs missing or if he is just killing for the fun of it." Y/N looked at her phone, texting Stiles to meet her a few blocks away from the video store.
"You do that. I'm gonna take Scott to the house for a bit. I'll see you later," Derek waved a hand her way and then ran off the roof, Scott following him. Y/N groaned when she realized she will have to climb the ladder down
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The youngest Winchester got to the meeting point at the same time as Stiles parked his jeep on the side of the road. She quickly jumped into the passenger seat and told him to drive to his house. She needed his whiteboard for this.
"So, what are we going to do now?" Stiles asked as they got into his room. He sat on his bed and watched Y/N pace around the room picking different stuff up and then wiping his whiteboard so she had a clean space to work with. She ignored his question and wrote 'THE ALPHA' in capital letters in the middle of it, then drew lines around it and started writing everything they knew already.
"I need you to look in your dad's files to see if there were any bodies found dead with their heart missing in the towns around Beacon Hills." Y/N turned to look at Stiles who was reading the words on the board, looking really interested.
"You think it could be the bad kind? The one you told me about?" He was suddenly up, looking worried. Y/N swallowed and nodded.
"I have a bad feeling. And I need another wolf to talk to about it. Not Derek. And not Scott, Scott hasn't been a werewolf for long." She ran her fingers through her hair.
"I guess we have one more Hale we can visit." He said quietly. Y/N nodded.
"I'll go see him. I need you to go look through the folders. Look for the missing hearts and anything that could be a clue." She quickly dropped the parker on Stiles' table and turned to walk out, but stopped in between the door.
"I don't have a car." She turned back to look at Stiles. He let out a laugh and then motioned for her to follow him.
"Come on, I'll take you there."
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Peter lived on the side of Beacon Hills where Lydia did. The rich part of town. He moved into his house right when he was let out of the hospital after his miraculous recovery. Y/N actually helped him and Derek to pick the place and get him used to being around people again. No one really recognized Peter in town, which saved them a lot of explaining about how the hell he was walking and talking after spending six years in a coma.
Y/N thanked Stiles for the ride and closed the car door. She watched him drive away and then let herself in through the gate. She walked up the stone steps towards the front door and knocked. She didn't have to wait long before Peter opened it, frowning. When he saw her he smirked.
"Ah, Winchester. What can I do for you?" He asked, moving to the side so she could walk in.
"Hi, Peter. Nice to see you too. Are you doing better?" She lifted an eyebrow at him and took off her shoes. She put them on the shoe rack in the huge hallway.
"Did you come over only to ask me how I was doing or do you actually need something?" He led her towards the kitchen.
"Oh, I just wanted to talk." She sat on one of the chairs at the kitchen island and put her phone in front of her.
"Talk? About what? And where is my nephew? Does he still refuse to buy a normal living space and tortures himself by sleeping in the burned-down house?" He pulled out two cups and started the coffee maker.
"Derek is currently at the old house with Scott. And yes, he still lives there. He is way too stubborn to listen to us. Even though it would be safer for him to move somewhere else now that Kate is in town. That woman is a whole new level of crazy. But that's not why I'm here. I need to talk to you about werewolves. And about how they go rogue." Peter turned to look at her.
"Why don't you ask your uncle about it?" He asked and placed one of the full coffee cups in front of her.
"My uncle was in an accident a few days back. I don't really want to bother him now, as I am sure he and my brothers have a lot of stuff to do because the Leviathans are getting all around the USA."
"Yes, I remember you telling me about him being shot. What do you need to know?" Peter sat down on one of the chairs on the other side of the island.
"How does a wolf go rogue?" Y/N asked.
"Depend on the situation. You can be kicked out of the pack, and then if no other pack wants you in, you lose it. You start going more and more feral. That's how omegas are made, but omegas are usually born wolves that go feral. The bitten omegas are more..." Peter stopped talking, thinking about how to say it correctly.
"They're the worst kind, right? The ones that feed on the hearts of humans?" Y/N asked quietly. Peter nodded.
"Yes, they are the worst. I don't know how, but they actually became weak to silver. Us born wolves aren't."
"I know. It is a myth connected to the Argents as they are the oldest line of hunters ever." Y/N agreed. She then pulled her father's journal from the bag she had brought with her.
"Can you look over this to see if there are correct facts?" She pushed the journal towards Peter, who took it in his hands carefully.
"It was my father's and my brothers left it with me just in case I needed it. And I know you know a lot of stuff about the supernatural as you yourself are supernatural. Also, Derek told me you used to have a lot of different bestiaries and other books before..." Y/N didn't finish the sentence when she noticed the pained look on his face.
"Why are you asking me all this? You think the alpha is a bitten wolf?" Peter asked. The girl nodded.
"If it was a born wolf someone would know something. There are not that many of you anymore and my brothers keep tabs on all of the packs with born wolves. They would know if one of them went rogue." Y/N explained.
"Did you tell any of this to Derek?"
"No, are you crazy? You know him. He would go right after the guy and get himself killed in the process." She took a sip of her coffee and watched Peter as he agreed.
"If you are right, and you probably are... We are going to need all the help we can get. Derek is not as strong by himself, your friend Scott still doesn't really know how to have control over his shift, and the sheriff's kid is a skinny human who talks too much. Even with the help of your angel friend, my wolf is not healed fully yet. You are probably the strongest of us right now with your hunter training." Y/N knew what Peter wanted her to do.
"I can't call them here Peter. They have a lot of stuff going on, I told you the Leviathans are everywhere-"
"Y/N, you are creating a pack around yourself. The alpha is going to see you as a threat." Peter said as if it was nothing. Y/N froze in her seat.
"I'm creating a pack around myself? How is that possible? I'm not an alpha, not even a werewolf." The youngest Winchester looked so confused Peter had to laugh.
"It is possible. You have to have the right amount of Spark to pull it off. You are a Winchester. You and your brothers stopped multiple apocalypses. The angels watched over you. You went against multiple gods and came out alive. There is no one else that could do all that."
"So what, I'm an alpha, but not really?" Y/N cringed as she said that. It sounded ridiculous.
"Something like that." Peter shrugged and got up from his chair with her journal in his hands.
"If you'll need me I'll be in the library." With that, he walked away.
"Okay, hold up. You can't just drop that and walk away! Peter!" Y/N yelled as she watched his back disappear up the stairs.
"You son of a bitch." She let out a sigh and put her empty cup in the sink. Her phone buzzed at the same time. She quickly picked it up and looked at the new text. 'There are at least 4 cases where bodies were missing hearts' was all it said.
"Shit." She let out as she grabbed all of her stuff and ran out of the door.
Fandoms: Teen Wolf, Supernatural
Warnings: usual TW and SPN stuff
Pairings: Stiles Stilinski x reader
Words: 2,2k
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Chris Argent was on his way out the front door when the two girls, both looking tired, appeared at the top of the stairs.
“What’s going on?” Allison asked her father, while Y/N inspected the duffle bag he had over his shoulder. She immediately tensed.
“Your aunt Kate texted. She’s having car trouble,” Argent smiled at his daughter. Y/N could tell the smile was fake. She frowned and leaned her head to the side a bit, while she raised an eyebrow at the man downstairs.
“Car trouble?” She asked. Chris’ lips twitched as he kept the smile on his face.
“Yes. A flat tire. Why don’t you two go back to sleep? You have school in the morning.” Allison nodded and disappeared back into her room, not catching the lie in her father’s words. Y/N slowly walked down the stairs so she didn’t have to talk loudly and risk Allison overhearing.
“Car trouble, huh? Does the car have a bit of fur, glowy eyes, and fangs?” She quietly asked, grabbing his duffle bag and feeling up the stuff inside it through the cloth of the bag.
“Maybe. Go back to bed. You don’t want me to call your brothers, do you?” Argent asked. The youngest Winchester rolled her eyes.
“As if I haven’t already called them.” She mumbled under her breath, watching Argent leave.
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“Sammy I’m telling you she’s creepy as hell. Not as creepy as Victoria, but the has some kind of bad feeling about her. I don’t know how to explain it. She has the vibes of a person that likes to fuck up teenagers,” Y/N was walking to school as she explained to her brother everything about her meeting Kate Argent just a few minutes earlier.
“It can’t be that bad, can it? Anyway, I have some news. Are you ready?” Sam asked. She could hear him talk to Dean about something.
“Yeah, I think so. What am I supposed to be ready for?” Y/N looked around and then crossed the road toward a park. She could hear someone say something that sounded like ‘do it now’ and then there was a familiar whoosh of air behind her that made her freeze in place.
“You’re kidding.” She said, her voice shaking.
“I’m not. He might be kinda… Not in the right head space but it’s him.” Sam said before he said his goodbyes and hung up, leaving her to deal with the situation alone. She slowly lowered the phone from her ear and took a deep breath before turning around. And there he stood. The first thing she noticed was the lack of a tie, but after that, he just turned into a blurry figure as her eyes filled up with tears.
“Cas!” She squealed, jumping into his arms and hugging him tightly.
“Hello Y/N,” he said. Y/N wiped her tears into his trenchcoat before looking up at him and touching his cheek.
“Oh my god, it’s really you! I- How? When? Why didn’t you all call me right away?” She wanted to ask much more but she didn’t get the chance. There was a blue jeep approaching. It stopped on the side of the road right next to the park and honked to get Y/N’s attention.
“Oh, that’s Stiles. C’mon, I have to introduce you two. All I’m saying is he made me mad a few days ago and is currently trying to make it up. Don’t you dare say anything to Dean or he will come here and threaten him with a gun or something,” Y/N grabbed Cas by his arm and pulled him towards the jeep.
“Is he your boyfriend?” Castiel asked staring at Stiles through the window. Y/N choked on air.
“Wha- No. Why is everyone- Nevermind.” She shook her head and smiled at Stiles as he slowly rolled down his window.
“Hi.” She said.
“Hi?” Stiles asked and looked at Castiel.
“Hello. I am Castiel.” Cas said, making Y/N facepalm.
“I’ll explain later. Cas this is Stiles. He is one of my friends. Stiles, this is Castiel. I will tell you more about him when we get to school. We are going to be late,” she checked the time on her phone.
“I will get back to your brothers. Pray if you need me,” Castiel said and with a blink of an eye, he was gone. Stiles just stared with his mouth open. Y/N giggled when she saw him and quickly hopped inside the jeep.
“Close your mouth, Stilinski.”
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Y/N spent the whole day at school with headphones in her ears, ignoring the not-so-quiet whispers of her two friends about who could have bitten Scott if not Derek. She was too happy about Castiel being alive to get herself involved in conversations.
At the end of all of their classes, she walked out of the school building listening to Stiles explaining all of Scott’s concerns. So she basically knew everything that happened while her earphones were blasting music the whole day anyway.
“Oh- my god!” Stiles suddenly hit the brakes right after they got out of his parking spot.
“What-” Y/N looked up from her belt buckle. She noticed Derek in front of the car, not looking good.
“Dammit,” she quickly unbuckled herself and jumped out of the jeep. She got next to Derek just as his legs gave out and he was about to fall.
“Crap, Stiles help me get him inside of the jeep,” she shot her friend a look and started making tiny steps towards the passenger seat. She was holding Derek up by herself until Stiles finally remembered how to function and helped hold him up from the other side. They helped the werewolf up on the seat and Y/N buckled his belt, just in case. She closed the door and then got into the backseat through Stiles’ side. Stiles quickly climbed into the driver's seat and started the car, just when Scott finally decided to show up.
“What the hell?” The young wolf asked Derek, who wasn’t looking so great.
“I was shot,” Derek groaned. That made Y/N lean over to look over the seat. She was trying to find the bullet wound.
“Why aren’t you healing?” Scott asked again. Y/n was considering slapping him in the face. It was obvious hunters were involved. And hunters meant wolfsbane. Also Argents, but that was not the problem right now.
“Derek, who shot you?” She asked quickly, but Derek ignored her.
“It was a different kind of bullet. I can’t heal.”
“What, a silver bullet?” Stiles asked excitedly. Y/N smacked his head.
“He is dying. Why are you excited? How do you want to explain a dead criminal inside of your car to your dad?” She whisper yelled. Stiles’ eyes grew wide as if he just realized this.
“Wait, that’s what she meant when she said you had forty-eight hours-” Scott said.
“Who- who said forty-eight hours?” Derek groaned.
“The one who shot you,” Scott said as if it was obvious. Y/N wanted to scream. Derek groaned in pain, this time his eyes flashed. Y/N quickly put her hands on his face so she covered them up.
“Winchester, you are lucky I like you or I would rip your hands off right now,” Derek mumbled.
“Scott you need to figure out what kind of bullet they used,” Y/N looked at her friend.
“What? Why me?”
“Because you are dating Allison. And the person who shot Derek is her aunt. She has them stashed in her room, most probably,” Y/N explained already trying to come up with a plan B.
“Why should I help him?” Scott asked.
“Because if you don’t I’m going to mix all the wolfsbane that’s in the house and shove it down your throat while you sleep. Now go!” Y/N shoved Scott’s chest through the window and told Stiles to drive.
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They were driving through the streets of Beacon Hills when Y/N realized they were on the way toward the preserve.
“Stiles, stop the car.”
“Why? We are almost there.”
“Almost where?” Derek joined the conversation.
“Your house,” Stiles said as he parked the jeep. Derek quickly turned to look at him and just as he opened his mouth to say something, Y/N beat him to it.
“Stiles, you can’t take him to his house. He was shot. By a hunter. Who knows where he lives and who probably came only to finish the job,” Y/N explained. Derek winced at the last part but Stiles ignored it, he didn’t know the full story anyway so he didn’t find it weird.
“Where am I supposed to take him then?” He asked.
“I don’t know. I’ll call Scott. Drive somewhere else though,” Y/N already pulled out her phone and searched for Scott’s number.
“But-”
“Start the car and drive. Now. Or I’m gonna rip your throat out… with my teeth.”
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They ended up going to the animal clinic. Stiles and Derek were in the middle of a fight about Stiles chopping Derek’s arm off when Y/N got an idea.
“Noone is going to chop anyone’s arm off,” she said quickly coming over to get the saw away from them.
“But-” Stiles started just as Derek collapsed.
“Fuck. Castiel if you hear me this is the time for you to show up. Please.”
“Like the dude from this morning?” Stiles asked and let out a noise when the trenchcoated man appeared right in front of him.
“You need my help?” Castiel asked. Y/N quickly pulled him towards Derek.
“Heal him. Please. We are running out of time and Scott got held up and-” Y/N started explaining everything at once. Castiel just pressed his fingers to Derek’s forehead and let his hand glow. Stiles watched all of the black veins disappear from Derek’s body.
“Whoa,” he let out and leaned closer so he could get a better view.
“There,” Cas said.
“Thank you. Thank you so much Cas,” Y/N hugged him. At the same time, Derek opened his eyes and sat up with a gasp.
“I have the bullet!” Scott ran through the door just a few seconds later.
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After Stiles went home, Derek took Y/N, Scott, and Cas to the hospital. He wanted to show Scott how kind is the family of hunters he likes so much. Y/N was there as a support and Cas just tagged along. They walked through the corridors until they got to the room Derek wanted Scott to see.
“Why are we here?” Scott asked, looking around the room.
“Who is he?” He asked again when he saw the man in a wheelchair.
“That’s Peter Hale,” Y/N mumbled loud enough for the wolves to hear. Derek nodded.
“He is my uncle.”
“Is he… Like you? A werewolf?” Scott looked like he was scared to move.
“He was. Now, he’s barely even human. Six years ago, my sister and I were at school. Our house caught on fire. There were eleven people inside. He was the only survivor.”
“And you are telling me because…?” Y/N groaned. Scott was so dumb.
“He’s telling you because the Argents set the fire,” Y/N explained.
“What makes you so sure?” Y/N was ready to jump at Scott and beat him up with the bullet she had in her pocket.
“Because they were the only ones that knew about us!” Derek said angrily.
“Should I heal him?” Castiel asked and everyone in the room stopped what they were doing. They all slowly turned to look at him (except Peter of course). Y/N blinked a few times and then exchanged a few looks with Derek, who looked like he might pass out.
“You can heal him?”
“I mean, I did cure you from the wolfsbane. I think few burns are nothing.” Castiel explained himself. Y/N frowned.
“But the brain trauma- and-” Castiel placed a hand on her shoulder.
“I pulled your brother out of hell Y/N, I also took on your other brother’s pain which sent me into a mental hospital. I am still not quite okay but I will help whenever I can.” Castiel said and took a few steps towards Peter. He placed his hand on Peter’s head and let it glow, letting the angel magic do its thing. They all watched as Peter’s scars disappeared and his eyes started sparking with life. Just as the last few scars vanished his eyes shone blue, making Derek respond with his own blue ones.
“Thank you,” Derek said as he looked from Castiel to his uncle, who was now looking around trying to understand what was going on. Cas only nodded and turned towards Y/N to smile at her. Y/N knew he was ready to go. She waved at him and watched him teleport away. Scott was standing in the corner of the room looking confused as hell.
“Come on Scott, let’s leave them to catch up,” the Winchester said. Derek shot her a thankful look as he watched her and Scott go.
“You really need to explain who the man in the trenchcoat is,” Scott mumbled.
“I will when Stiles is there also. I don’t feel like explaining it twice.”
Fandoms: Teen Wolf, Supernatural
Warnings: usual TW and SPN stuff
Pairings: Stiles Stilinski x reader
Words: 1,2k
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It was late afternoon when Y/N decided to go out into the preserve. She read all about the Hale fire on the internet, there were many articles all saying different stuff. All of them had one thing in common - someone set the fire, it wasn’t an accident. She wanted to know more and there was only so much she could do without breaking into the police station to get the files.
“I’m going out!” She yelled and before anyone could stop her she was out the door. When she looked back she could see Argent staring at her from one of the windows. She rolled her eyes and started walking towards the Hale house. Well, more like the way she thought the Hale house was, as she didn’t really remember the way.
The walk didn’t take long, only like thirty minutes. When she got closer to the burnt-down house she noticed a police car standing in front of it. Y/N quickly hid behind a bush so the deputy couldn’t see her. She could hear a police dog barking inside the car. It sounded like it was going crazy. Y/N peeked over the bush only to see the deputy almost freaking out while trying to calm down the dog. When she looked a bit higher there were two shining blue dots staring right back at her. Welp, at least he wouldn’t jump out of some dark place inside of the house and try to kill her. The dog continued to bark as the deputy got in the car and drove away. Y/N waited until she couldn’t hear the engine anymore and then walked up to the house. Derek was already standing in the doorway frowning at her.
“Jesus, you frown more than Cas doe- did.” She looked at the ground for a second and then back at him.
“What do you want?” Derek asked. Y/N blinked a few times, then she sighed.
“I was reading some stuff about the fire. And I couldn’t ask my uncle since he was apparently shot by one of the monsters my brothers hid me in this town from. So I thought I could ask you. You know, since you.. well, you’re you.”
“You mean I’m a Hale?”
“Yup.” Y/N nervously looked around.
“Who’s your uncle? Why would he know stuff about the fire?” Derek frowned even more. Y/N just stared at him wondering if it is possible to frown even more.
“Bobby. Bobby Singer is my uncle.” Derek made a face and now it was Y/N’s turn to frown.
“Why? Do you know him?”
“He was a friend of my mom. One of the hunters that was actually kind. I remember seeing him around the house when our emissary couldn’t attend pack meetings or help us with some things.” Derek said. Y/N smiled.
“Are you telling me Bobby was friends with werewolves? Oh my god, Dean would freak out if he knew! How did that even happen?” Y/N asked, pushing around Derek and making her way inside the house because she was getting tired from just standing there.
“Do come in I guess,” she heard Derek mumble as he closed the door and followed her into the ruins of the house.
“Do you live here? Oh, you know what, I don’t wanna know. Tell me how did Bobby befriend your mom.”
“I don’t.. I don’t wanna talk about my dead mother Y/N.” Derek stared at her. She sighed and nodded.
“Well, my mom is dead too. And my father. My mom was also killed in a fire. But I don’t think yours was connected to a demon, huh,” she made a face at him. Derek raised an eyebrow.
“A demon set your mom on fire?”
“Well, more like he somehow glued her to the ceiling and then burnt her alive. The same thing happened to Sam and Dean’s mom. The demon that killed their mom wanted revenge for our father following him and trying to kill him. I don’t why I’m telling you this, but since I already started I might as well finish,” Y/N giggled. Derek looked like he would rather be anywhere but there with her. Rude.
“So Azazel, the yellow-eyed demon fed Sammy his blood and made him one of his special children - or something like that, I don’t know, my brothers don’t wanna talk about that around me. He then killed Mary, their mom, and my father’s wife. Father didn’t take that well and pulled Sam and Dean into hunting before they could even properly talk. Anyway, he had a one-night stand with my mom which got her pregnant. Feelings happened, I was born, mom got killed the same way as Mary and I got thrown into the hunting mess before I could walk or talk. Sammy and Dean took care of me, mostly Dean as he was already taking care of Sam. I killed my first monster when I was 8. It was a vengeful spirit. 10/10 would not recommend, I still have the scars.” Y/N looked up from her hands to see Derek staring at her, mouth slightly open, blinking, and trying to process what she just said.
“Heh, I know it’s a lot.”
That afternoon an unexpected friendship started to form.
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Y/N walked inside a gas station to buy some snacks. Derek was outside filling the gas of his Camaro. Y/N talked to the cashier, paid for her snacks, and then walked outside, just as Argent got out of his red SUV.
“Wow, how mature.” She mumbled as she watched him and a few other hunters circle Derek. One of the men recognized her and nodded her way, telling something to Argent, who then also turned to look at her.
“Really Y/N? I promised your brothers to keep you safe.” He said, his voice calm.
“Do I look like I can’t keep myself safe?” She asked, but was ignored by all of them. Argent’s attention was back on Derek. Y/N watched Argent threaten him and then smash his window. That made her mad.
“Hey Chris,” she said as he and the hunters started getting in the cars and drive away. He turned around to look at her.
“Your windshield looks cracked.” Y/N smiled. Chris frowned and looked at his car, trying to spot the cracks she was talking about. Just as he was about to turn back to her and ask what she was talking about, one of her knives embedded itself into the glass. The other hunters were already gone. It was just her, Derek, and Argent now.
“I see you picked a side then,” Argent said. He reached over to pull out the knife. She walked a few steps towards him and took it back, placing it in its spot inside her back pocket. Without a word she turned on her heel and walked towards Derek. She climbed into the passenger seat of the Camaro and looked at Argent.
“You tell your wife about this and I will tell sheriff Stilinski how the fire actually started.” She grinned at him and then watched as he silently drove away.
“You are going to get yourself killed,” Derek said and then went inside to pay for the gas. Y/N just laughed and took a bite out of her chocolate. This was just the beginning.
currently brainstorming plots and twits for my teen wolf rewrite and all i came up with so far i can only use in seasons 3 and up and i am going crazy 😂
Fandoms: Teen Wolf, Supernatural
Warnings: usual TW stuff, usual SPN stuff...
Pairings: Stiles Stilinski x reader
Words: 1,2k
<<back // next>>
Scott and Stiles were getting their lunch while Y/N had already gone to find a table to eat their food at. The guys were whispering as they slowly made their way over to her. Scott set his tray on the table and took off his backpack before sitting down, Stiles doing the same sitting across from him right next to Y/N.
“Something happened last night and I can’t remember what,” Scott said as he stared at his food. Y/N looked up from her phone and blinked a few times.
“Yeah, you said that already.”
“What makes you sure that Derek even has all the answers?” Stiles asked, ignoring Y/N’s comment.
“Because during the full moon he was in full control while I was running around attacking some totally innocent guy,” Scott poked his food with a fork. Y/N looked back down at her phone not really paying attention to the conversation between her two friends. She was sure Stiles would repeat everything to her later anyway.
“I can’t go out with Allison. I have to cancel.”
“You’re not canceling, okay? You can’t just cancel your entire life! We will figure it out.” Stiles gestured to himself, Y/N and Scott with his hand as he was talking. Suddenly someone slammed their tray on the table, making all three of them jump.
“Figure out what?” Lydia asked. Y/N frowned. What was she doing, sitting with them? She quickly turned her head to look at Stiles, rolling her eyes when she noticed how he was staring at Lydia.
“Homework,” she answered quickly, smiling at Lydia - it looked more like a face someone would make after licking a lemon. More people started sitting down at their table, making Y/N shift in her seat. She wasn’t comfortable around all these wannabe cool kids. Y/N watched Jackson kick one of the people out of their chair so he could sit down.
“I’m giving this ten minutes. Then I’m leaving,” she mumbled to Stiles. He didn’t respond though, making her sigh.
“So, I hear they’re saying it’s some type of animal attack. Probably a cougar,” Danny broke the silence at the table.
“I heard a mountain lion,” Jackson said.
“A cougar is a mountain lion,” Y/N said at the same time as Lydia, both sounding annoyed. Both of them then looked at each other making eye contact. Danny and Jackson stared at Lydia, visibly confused.
“Isn’t it?” Lydia then asked, making Y/N raise an eyebrow at her and then frown. Why was she playing dumb? Y/N shook her head and looked back down to her phone, ignoring anything else being said by the people around her. She was going through articles about the mysterious black goo appearing all around America. She was sure all of those cases were leviathans. She hoped her brothers had everything under control.
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“You’re a terrible bowler!” Stiles said loudly after the three friends left the cafeteria. Y/N was laughing next to him as Scott groaned.
“I know! I’m such an idiot!”
“It was like watching a trainwreck! First, it turned into the whole group-date thing, and then out of nowhere comes that phrase-” Stiles continued.
“Hang out,” Y/N said, nodding. Scott rolled his eyes.
“Yes. Thank you.” Stiles said and then looked back at Scott.
“You don’t hang out with hot girls, okay? It’s like death. Once it’s hanging out, you might as well be her gay best friend,” Y/N frowned a little when she heard Stiles say that. Scott looked at her and then at his best friend.
“You and Y/N hang out.”
“That’s-” Stiles turned to look at Y/N for a few seconds and then back at Scott.
“That’s not the same. Y/N’s not-” Stiles stopped talking when he noticed the look Scott was giving him. He was staring at Stiles with a slight frown, one eyebrow raised. Stiles blinked a few times, realizing what he was saying. He turned around to face Y/N, who was staring at her shoes pretending she wasn’t listening.
“I-” he started but she looked up at him shaking her head.
“No, it’s okay. I know what you meant,” she mumbled, putting on a fake smile.
“No, you don’t-”
“I do Stiles. I know I’m not hot. And to be honest I’m glad. It means no one can be attracted to me. Which means fewer people to worry about, so you know..” She shrugged.
“I’m a Winchester. We don’t do relationships anyway.” She made a face and then motioned with her hand toward the door.
“I’m gonna go, I need to call my uncle.” That was a lie. Scott knew that, Stiles seemed to believe it tho. Y/N didn’t wait for them to say anything and just left. Scott waited till she was far enough, then he hit Stiles’ shoulder.
“Ouch! What was that for?” He asked, putting a hand on his shoulder, scared that Scott might hit him again.
“You are so dumb,” was all Scott said.
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Y/N walked all the way from the school to the Argents’ house. She looked around the streets of Beacon Hills trying to remember all the bookstores so she could go and search for some old lore books in case she needed them. She also decided to actually call Bobby when she got inside her room where she was sure no one could hear her.
As soon as she unlocked the door Y/N ran up the stairs ignoring Chris staring at her from the doorway to the kitchen. She slammed the door behind her, threw her backpack at her chair, and plopped face-first on the bed with her phone in her hand.
“Mhkay,” she mumbled after a while and rolled over so she laid on her back. She then finally pressed the call button on her screen. The phone beeped a few times. Right as the timer of the call popped up on her screen she started talking.
“Hey Bobby! I-” She was interrupted by a voice that didn’t belong to her uncle.
“Y/N, hi.”
“Dean? Why do you have Bobby’s phone? What happened?” She sat up on the bed, ready to pack her things and run to help her family if needed.
“Please don’t freak out. Everything is under control.” Dean was trying to calm her down, but not very successfully.
“What happened?” She asked again.
“Bobby was shot. By a leviathan. But he is okay. They saved him Y/N. We thought he wouldn’t make it, but he is okay and sleeping now.” Y/N got up from the bed and started pacing around her room.
“He could have died? Why didn’t you call me?” She yelled.
“We wanted to, I swear! He told us not to.” Dean sighed.
“I-...” Y/N teared up.
“Okay, I’m gonna go. Tell him I said hi please,” she whispered, forgetting why she even called in the first place.
“Yeah, will do. Bye Y/N/N,” Dean said. She could hear Sam saying bye in the background before she hung up. She took a deep breath and looked in the mirror. Research by herself it is then.
Fandoms: Teen Wolf, Supernatural
Warnings: usual TW stuff, usual SPN stuff...
Pairings: Stiles Stilinski x reader
Words: 1,2k
<<;back // next>>
Scott and Stiles were getting their lunch while Y/N had already gone to find a table to eat their food at. The guys were whispering as they slowly made their way over to her. Scott set his tray on the table and took off his backpack before sitting down, Stiles doing the same sitting across from him right next to Y/N.
“Something happened last night and I can’t remember what,” Scott said as he stared at his food. Y/N looked up from her phone and blinked a few times.
“Yeah, you said that already.”
“What makes you sure that Derek even has all the answers?” Stiles asked, ignoring Y/N’s comment.
“Because during the full moon he was in full control while I was running around attacking some totally innocent guy,” Scott poked his food with a fork. Y/N looked back down at her phone not really paying attention to the conversation between her two friends. She was sure Stiles would repeat everything to her later anyway.
“I can’t go out with Allison. I have to cancel.”
“You’re not canceling, okay? You can’t just cancel your entire life! We will figure it out.” Stiles gestured to himself, Y/N and Scott with his hand as he was talking. Suddenly someone slammed their tray on the table, making all three of them jump.
“Figure out what?” Lydia asked. Y/N frowned. What was she doing, sitting with them? She quickly turned her head to look at Stiles, rolling her eyes when she noticed how he was staring at Lydia.
“Homework,” she answered quickly, smiling at Lydia - it looked more like a face someone would make after licking a lemon. More people started sitting down at their table, making Y/N shift in her seat. She wasn’t comfortable around all these wannabe cool kids. Y/N watched Jackson kick one of the people out of their chair so he could sit down.
“I’m giving this ten minutes. Then I’m leaving,” she mumbled to Stiles. He didn’t respond though, making her sigh.
“So, I hear they’re saying it’s some type of animal attack. Probably a cougar,” Danny broke the silence at the table.
“I heard a mountain lion,” Jackson said.
“A cougar is a mountain lion,” Y/N said at the same time as Lydia, both sounding annoyed. Both of them then looked at each other making eye contact. Danny and Jackson stared at Lydia, visibly confused.
“Isn’t it?” Lydia then asked, making Y/N raise an eyebrow at her and then frown. Why was she playing dumb? Y/N shook her head and looked back down to her phone, ignoring anything else being said by the people around her. She was going through articles about the mysterious black goo appearing all around America. She was sure all of those cases were leviathans. She hoped her brothers had everything under control.
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“You’re a terrible bowler!” Stiles said loudly after the three friends left the cafeteria. Y/N was laughing next to him as Scott groaned.
“I know! I’m such an idiot!”
“It was like watching a trainwreck! First, it turned into the whole group-date thing, and then out of nowhere comes that phrase-” Stiles continued.
“Hang out,” Y/N said, nodding. Scott rolled his eyes.
“Yes. Thank you.” Stiles said and then looked back at Scott.
“You don’t hang out with hot girls, okay? It’s like death. Once it’s hanging out, you might as well be her gay best friend,” Y/N frowned a little when she heard Stiles say that. Scott looked at her and then at his best friend.
“You and Y/N hang out.”
“That’s-” Stiles turned to look at Y/N for a few seconds and then back at Scott.
“That’s not the same. Y/N’s not-” Stiles stopped talking when he noticed the look Scott was giving him. He was staring at Stiles with a slight frown, one eyebrow raised. Stiles blinked a few times, realizing what he was saying. He turned around to face Y/N, who was staring at her shoes pretending she wasn’t listening.
“I-” he started but she looked up at him shaking her head.
“No, it’s okay. I know what you meant,” she mumbled, putting on a fake smile.
“No, you don’t-”
“I do Stiles. I know I’m not hot. And to be honest I’m glad. It means no one can be attracted to me. Which means fewer people to worry about, so you know..” She shrugged.
“I’m a Winchester. We don’t do relationships anyway.” She made a face and then motioned with her hand toward the door.
“I’m gonna go, I need to call my uncle.” That was a lie. Scott knew that, Stiles seemed to believe it tho. Y/N didn’t wait for them to say anything and just left. Scott waited till she was far enough, then he hit Stiles’ shoulder.
“Ouch! What was that for?” He asked, putting a hand on his shoulder, scared that Scott might hit him again.
“You are so dumb,” was all Scott said.
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Y/N walked all the way from the school to the Argents’ house. She looked around the streets of Beacon Hills trying to remember all the bookstores so she could go and search for some old lore books in case she needed them. She also decided to actually call Bobby when she got inside her room where she was sure no one could hear her.
As soon as she unlocked the door Y/N ran up the stairs ignoring Chris staring at her from the doorway to the kitchen. She slammed the door behind her, threw her backpack at her chair, and plopped face-first on the bed with her phone in her hand.
“Mhkay,” she mumbled after a while and rolled over so she laid on her back. She then finally pressed the call button on her screen. The phone beeped a few times. Right as the timer of the call popped up on her screen she started talking.
“Hey Bobby! I-” She was interrupted by a voice that didn’t belong to her uncle.
“Y/N, hi.”
“Dean? Why do you have Bobby’s phone? What happened?” She sat up on the bed, ready to pack her things and run to help her family if needed.
“Please don’t freak out. Everything is under control.” Dean was trying to calm her down, but not very successfully.
“What happened?” She asked again.
“Bobby was shot. By a leviathan. But he is okay. They saved him Y/N. We thought he wouldn’t make it, but he is okay and sleeping now.” Y/N got up from the bed and started pacing around her room.
“He could have died? Why didn’t you call me?” She yelled.
“We wanted to, I swear! He told us not to.” Dean sighed.
“I-...” Y/N teared up.
“Okay, I’m gonna go. Tell him I said hi please,” she whispered, forgetting why she even called in the first place.
“Yeah, will do. Bye Y/N/N,” Dean said. She could hear Sam saying bye in the background before she hung up. She took a deep breath and looked in the mirror. Research by herself it is then.
