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Sam rushes into the bunker’s control room carrying a stack of papers.
“Dean! I found a new case! Beacon Hills, California. There’s a bunch of shit going on there, it’s like it’s a hub for supernatural.”
Sam sets down a bunch of papers infront of Dean.
“Wow, there Soldier Boy. Pump the brakes. Can I get a little bit of a break? I know that you spent the past year taking a break and off the road but I spent last year doing nothing but ganking creatures in purgatory, okay?”, Dean says.
Sam sighs and sits next to Dean, pushing the papers closer. He knows Dean like he knows his palm. If he reads these files he will cave and will agree to at least look into it.
“Read them at least. Read the papers I have and then see if we’ll take the job. I can’t do this alone.”, Sam says, staring at dean.
Dean stares back, trying to hold eye contact but god damn Sam really knows how to use those weird puppy eyes. He holds eye contact for a few seconds before he snatches the papers off the table and looks at them with a huff.
“Stupid pathetic eyes.”, Dean mutters.
And what he found surprised them. Ritualistic murders, animal attacks that really aren’t animal attacks, missing people, and so much other shit. Things that are a lot for one town.
“What the hell is wrong with this town? It’s like it’s…”
“Possessed?”, Sam finishes.
“That’s one word for it.”
Suddenly there’s a pop and a figure appears in the room. Dean and Sam pull out their guns until they see who it is.
“Gabriel, what the hell! You gotta stop doing that!”, Sam exclaims.
“Aw, sorry not sorry Samoose.”, Gabriel says with a laugh, “Where we goin’?”
“Non of your business.”, Dean snarls.
“Beacon Hills.”. Says Sam
“Well boys, let’s get goin’!”
“You are not coming with us.”
“Why not? I can be of valuable assistance!”
“Wait, Dean, maybe he can.”, Sam starts, “This seems like too much blood shed to be unangelic. Maybe he can help.”
Dean looks at the table and thinks.
“Don’t hurt yourself, Deano.”
“Shut up.”
After another short pause Dean looks back up.
“Fine. Let’s go.”
“Scott, you can’t be serious, can you?”, Isaac asks, “We can’t just kick him out of the pack!”
“Why the fuck can’t I? I’m the alpha of this pack, Isaac!”
“Derek is too! He’s the other alpha of this pack, Scott! Did you even tell him about your plan to kick your best friend out of the pack?”
“I don’t need to. I am the True Alpha. Stiles weakening our pack. He is puny and Human. Don’t you see, Isaac? He will just get hurt, get in the way, and slow us down!”
“Do you really believe that, Scott? That is bullshit! He–”
“I’m done taling about this. I’ll see you at Derek’s loft at 6pm Thursday.”
Isaac rushes after Scott, and Scott pushed him to the ground and walked off.
“Dammit!”, Isaac curses.
Isaac’s phone rings. He’s got bigger shit to deal with than a stupid phone call. He looks down at the screen and smiles. His boyfriend. This one he can handle. Maybe not lying to his face about the supernatural and others being nosey about why he rejects every girl that asks him out, but still.
“Hey Stevie.”, Isaac says with a sigh.
“Rough day?”
“Yeah. You made it better though. Want something?”
“Just checking in. I need to hear your voice.”
“What happened? I can tell something’s up.”
“There was a new mall in Hawkins. Caught fire. I almost died. A friend’s brother almost died. Our sherriff died. I am so tired. I just…just want to hear your voice.”
“Is he okay? Are you okay?”, Isaac asks.
Steve hums in consideration. There’s a large pause.
“All things considered, my friends and I are alive with all of our limbs so…as okay as I can be.”
Isaac smiles at Steve’s tired snarkiness. He really needed his boyfriend to call him. Needed to hear his voice. Before the pack meeting. The stupid pack meeting with stupid Scott McCall and his stupid true alpha status. His ego astound Isaac! And pisses him off.
“Hey Isaac. I have some friends moving to Beacon Hills. If you see a family of four, single mother, three kids, one girl, tell them we say hi from Hawkins!”
“No problem Babe.”, I say with a chuckle.
Steve hangs up just as Liam barges into the McCall House.
“Scott! Scott! Isaac, have you seen Scott? He’s–”
“Going to kick Stiles out of the pack. I know. That’s why I was here. To try and change his mind. Didn’t work. He’s an idiot!”, Isaac growls out.
Liam frowns, his eyes getting puffy and tears stinging his eyes. He never thought his alpha would do this. And Isaac felt the same. Liam runs up, hugs him, and cries silently with Isaac, conflicted. He didn’t want to choose between his alpha and Stiles. The one person he looks up to besides Scott. He’s like a parent figure to him. But Scott is his alpha.
Isaac understands how Liam might feel. Stiles is the only person besides Steve that knows about his nightmares. He doesn’t make fun of him for being a bit clingy, and talkative, and a total asshole. But Scott helped him when Derek kicked him out even with his initial flaws, he helped. But now…he doesn’t know what to think so he hugs Liam tighter and lets his tears fall.