#thestrangerhecallsson

[carryonthearchivebusiness-blog]

Text: I'm at the store. Text; Do you want pie? cause I ate the last of what we had.

{Text|Stiles} You ate my pie?! What the hell?

{Text|Stiles} Yeah. Get pecan and try not to eat it before you get back damn it.

[itsonlyjustdessertsarchive-blog]

[ hey psst

does anyone in this 'verse wanna do a thing idk ]

[coyotesqueen]

#Does anyone in these verses want to plot? #That should be a thing we do--

[carryonthearchivebusiness-blog]

"Fine." Hr grumbled."Fine..." Looking down at his dad, keeping the phone pressed to his ear."Yeah. I will keep you on speed dial."His nose wrinkles up."Just in case wh..oh wait never mind. How far ar--.." Words getting cut off, as Sam's hand shot up to his neck. The phone crashed to the ground, Stiles could be heard choking, as Sam called out Dean's name but it was not his normal tone.

At least he didn't have to explain the clothes. If he'd had any idea that something like this was going to happen, he would have just stayed inside instead of going out. Dean just couldn't turn his back on either of the younger Winchesters it seemed. "I'll be-" He paused when he heard the sounds, stopping right at the driver's side of the impala as he listened.

Shit shit shit shit shit.

"Stiles! Stiles!" He yelled into the phone, fumbling to get the door open and climbing into the impala. "STILES! ANSWER ME DAMN IT!"

[carryonthearchivebusiness-blog]

After doing what he was told, he got back on the phone."God damn it! Uncle Dean you need to freaking tell me what that was. I just tossed a chair outside, and set it on fire. Tell me what is going on." Demand dead in his voice."I can't be safe if you do not tell me everything."

"And I'm not telling you your dad's business over the damn phone and that's final!" He practically shouted into it. "Now get your head out of your ass and keep an eye on your dad. I'll be home in a few. If something changes you call and let me know. If he comes to before I get there have him call me." He paused a moment, sighing into the receiver. "And.. grab him some clean clothes or something..just in case."

[carryonthearchivebusiness-blog]

Stiles did as he was told, before he spoke again."N-Now what do I do?" Trying his best to not freak out."W-Why was he looking at chair? it was like someone was there...what did you guys not tell me now?"

"Alright. Now, I need you to carefully move him to his side, or at least his head to keep him from choking or something. Don't hold him down, Stiles. You've just got to let him go through it. I'm heading back back." He paused at the question, swallowing hard. "Look, that's not important right now, okay? If he's still looking at the chair, get it the fuck away from him. Take it to another room, toss it outside, I don't care."

[carryonthearchivebusiness-blog]

Stiles grabbed his dads phone, the moment Sam dropped to the ground."Dean?" Yelling into the phone the moment he could."D-Dad is having a seizure. He was starring at a empty chair, and What do I do?"

The moment the phone rang, Dean answered it, but before he had a chance to say anything he heard Stiles going off. Shit. This was something else they should have prepared the kid for. "Alright, alright. First I need you to take a breath for me cause you can't be freaking out." Though, really, Dean was almost freaking out himself. No need giving that away, though. "You need to get him laying flat. On the floor or the couch, something. Make sure he's flat, but don't hold him down. You got it? Then I'm going to need you to go get a belt. I've got a leather one on my dresser in my room. Get the belt and put it in his mouth, it'll keep him from biting off his tongue." Oh, maybe he shouldn't have said that part.

[carryonthearchivebusiness-blog]

"Sorry." Chewing down on his bottom lip."I could go make you some coffee if you want?" Shutting his eyes, head resting on his knees still."I know that." Looking over at The other now, his mouth opened as if he was going to say something, instead he just looked frowned."Know any tricks to falling asleep?"

"Damage already done." Not that he cared too much. It was mostly him trying to give the guy a hard time. Initiation into being a Winchester. Dean shook his head slowly before patting Stiles on the shoulder. "Not really. At least, not many that you can do. Sam'll kill me if I give you whiskey or sleeping pills. Uhh.. soft rock used to put him straight to sleep as a kid. Might work for you?"