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It occurs to him as he is clinging to a can of salt for dear life that his current predicament isn’t as surprising as he is making it out to be, or maybe what he means to say is, he should of seen it coming a mile away with neon lights announcing their presence.
Somewhere between nearly peeling off the offending blue label of Morton Iodized salt and cussing the hell out of his lack of preparedness he wonders if maybe god had it out for him.
Seriously what were the chances that he was the kid with ADD, a best friend who was a werewolf with monthly visits of all things, an angry alpha and a sheriff for a dad?
He thinks that if he typed it all in the Google search engine it would probably ask him how high he was.
A hard gust of wind blew and knocked over a piece of charred Hale house and Stiles looked frantically around him self to make sure the circle was still intact.
It was, and after he threw the window a nasty look he took a seat and crossed his legs.
This was ridiculous. Who was the genius that said it was a good idea to leave Stiles all alone, with only a salt circle for his protection and no book or DS to play with?
A loud bang and then the door that barely hung on caved in and Scott came tumbling thru the air, and smashing straight into the wall just a little ways off from where Stiles was occupying the space.
After a whole minute of Scott not moving Stiles called out his name hesitantly and tried to reach for him except he got the shit scared out of him when Scott jumped on all fours.
His face was pinched into angry werewolf that wanted to rip someone to shreds and Stiles withdrew his hand and tried his luck in blending with the background instead. Scott just let out a low growl and leaped out of the house, to where all the action was.
Again he was left alone, with his salt.
Stiles felt the temperature drop and the small light bulb that hung for dear life began to flicker on and off, he swallowed slowly and grabbed at the salt container for dear life, suddenly a quick shift and shimmer and a white see through girl about his age whose face had probably seen better days zeroed in on him.
She shifted from the door way and suddenly was right in front of him, he will deny it and keep denying it for the rest of his life, that he didn’t make a sound (-later much later Scott and Jackson will reach an agreement for the first time, that they both heard a high pitched squeak that was at such a high frequency that only a dog could of heard it, and both will agree it came from Stiles and Derek will back them up and Stiles will deny them pizza and hamburgers as punishment-) and held his ground against a ghost with only a flimsy ring of salt surrounding him that a gust of wind could of cracked.
It also helped that Derek had shown up just in time and swung a heavy iron rig thru the girl making her vanish.
Stiles never felt like kissing the older one more than then, except maybe when he was doing the pull ups on the door way without a shirt but that was an unfair advantage, since at those times ghosts weren’t trying to rip them to shreds.
Suddenly Derek is in front of him and Stiles moves toward him, completely intent on checking on the alpha that seemed to be bleeding from every surface of his face.
His incredulous look at Stiles is what halts his movements completely.
“What?”
“Where are you going?” Derek asks complete with a low growl.
“To you, you’re bleeding from everywhere and everything…that cant be healthy.” Derek just hardens his eyes shakes his head, and turns to the door he takes a step forward and then as an after thought, turns back to him.
“No matter what happens," Derek says, "Don't step outside the circle.” Stiles face falls but he nods.
“Yeah, yeah, I know, seen all 7 seasons of Supernatural trust me, if I could I would take a permanent salt circle with me at all times.” And he puts the can of salt in front of him contemplating how $6.49 was currently saving his life. “As it stands I’m already deciding where I’m gonna get the anti demon possession tattoo.” Derek’s steps falter and he turns to Stiles regarding him with a confused look. Outside he could hear the growling and the howling as Jackson and Scott were going head to head with ghosts.
“What?” Stiles feels affronted.
“What are you babbling about?”
His shoulders drop.
“OH MY GOD. You are kidding me right?! Please God all mighty tell me you are.” And he is inching closer to the circle now. Derek just raises an eyebrow.
“You have no idea how to get rid of the ghosts do you?” He probes. God had it out for him.
“Wasn’t a problem before.” That was his only response.
Stiles really wishes he could whack his head on something hard at the moment.
“Then how did you know about the circles of salt?”
“Old tale.” Stiles was doomed.
“Ok, first and foremost, when this is all over we are going to sit down and jot down exactly what you know and what you don’t know,” Derek looked like he was about to oppose or growl or just tell him to shut up but Stiles held up his hand and miracle of all miracles Derek shut his mouth and let Stiles plow thru.
“First, ghost, easy, find their remains, salt and burn them, easy peasy lemon squeezy, only if you know, who and where their remains are. Which we do…. so send freaking Jackson and Scott off toward there and you grab that iron rod you threw across the room and keep swatting at them till the two finish the job.” Derek looked like was about to question Stiles and he just shook his head.
“Not now, send the two on their journey, and then we can talk.” And he motioned with his hands for Derek to leave, who looked annoyed but left.
He wasn’t alone for long, the creepy chick from before showed up and this time she had a friend, yay.
A quick swipe of Dereks claws at them and they dispersed.
Maybe he should hold on to the iron rod instead, seemed werewolf claws worked well enough.
It was quiet now, and they both waited for the Casper the bloodthirsty ghost and her buddies to regroup and Stiles was itchy.
“So, Supernatural,” and Derek had perked up if the shift in his demeanor was anything to go by.
“Exactly how sure are you that burning them is going to work?” Derek broke in instead.
Stiles looked around him and everywhere but at Derek, he had a valid point.
“Considering I took that from a TV show I’m going with fifty-fifty,” Derek swerved so fast, eyes glowing red and growling low and deep.
“Hey,” Stiles held up his arms up in a defenseless pose, “considering you know close to nothing about this, how about we try it out, if it works, then hell yes, if not, were back to swatting at them and hoping they get tired and leave on their own.” Derek deflated slightly and his eyes started to fade back into their natural human color, the rooms temperature dropped and the light flickered and suddenly the three currently dead floating deathly see thru people that hadn’t slept in ages were advancing on the two.
God had it out for him. Stiles was sure more than ever.
Then they stopped abruptly, their eyes widened and with high pitched screeching the three burst into flames and out of existence.
After a few moments of uncertainty Derek shifted completely to his human form, Stiles stared at him for a bit making sure they really were safe and let out a breath.
“That’s it, I’m SOOOooo getting the Anti-Demon possession tattoo.” And clutching the Morton Iodized salt container under his arm he stepped over the salt circle and walked out.