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Prologue

17 years ago

“Listen to this,” Sam exclaims, looking up from the computer. “Entire family died in a house fire two days ago in California.”

“So? Happens all the time,” Dean replies, drying the dish he finished washing.

“Yes, but this isn't the first time that this family has died in a house fire. Fifteen years ago a house fire killed all but four residents of the house, an uncle and three children. The oldest of the children would die about five years later – murdered the body torn in half. The survivors rebuilt the home with some friends, all moved in, marriages and some children happened. Apparently the family is – or was – a major family in the community.”

“So two fires take out an entire family in what, the span of twenty something years?”

“More like fifteen, give or take a year.” Sam repeats.

Dean whistles at Sam’s response and sets the hand towel he was using to dry dishes off to the side.

“So where did these freak accidents take place?” Dean asks, crossing his arms and leaning back against the sink.

“Uh a town called Beacon Hills…” Sam replies, typing in the location before turning the computer around to face Dean. “In California.”

“You think we have a case?”

“Well it won't hurt to look,” Sam replies, turning the computer back around. “There have been a bunch of news reports, freak accidents over the years.”

“Freak accidents, what are we talking about, demons? Revengeful ghosts?”

“Everything.”

“What? Can you repeat that, it sounded like you said everything.”

“That's because I did. Dean, these articles make it sound like this town has gone through almost every type of supernatural being in the book.”

“So how come we have never heard of this place if it is such a hotspot for the supernatural?”

“According to the recent articles about the family there were some relatives who didn't live at the house that lost family members, a teacher, a nurse at the local hospital, the Sheriff, and a Chris Argent.”

“Chris Argent? Argent why does that name sound so familiar?”

“Maybe Dad mentioned it in his book?”

“No, no that's not it.”

“Maybe Bobby mentioned them once, he has a lot of friends he calls when he or we need help with a case.”

“No… That's it!” Dean exclaims, pushing off of the sink and snaps the fingers on his right hand. “Do you remember that family we stayed with once, the dad and the sister were super crazy.”

“From when we were children? Dean, that was years ago. You still remember that?”

“Yeah, are they still around?”

Dean walks the few steps from the kitchen to where Sam is working at the table. He takes the computer away from Sam and types in the names of his father's old contacts.

“This says that all except Chris are still alive. I guess everyones died.” Dean remarks. “That's a dead end there.”

“Well…” Sam starts.

“Seriously? You can't be thinking about going.”

“Is Cas around?”

“I guess we're going to California,” Dean sighs in defeat.

Three Days Later

“Where should we start?” Sam asks as Dean sets some bags on a bed of the motel room.

“Wow this town is fascinating,” Jack exclaims, flopping onto the other bed startling the two brothers. “A lot of stuff has happened here. How come we have never been?”

“Because this place is protected,” Castiel replies, appearing on the other side of the room also startling the two brothers.

“Dean!” Sam exclaims, jumping back and throwing a dirty look at his older brother as if he was at fault for the two supernatural beings appearing.

“What do you want me to do?” Dean asks. “We tried getting them not to do it, but at least this way we don't have to stop at every town to look around.”

“He's your husband, and that's your kid,” Sam mumbles.

“So what are we doing first?” Jack asks excitedly, propping himself up on the bed.

“Sleeping and then food, that was a long drive and we need fresh eyes to work.” Dean replies.

“We should meet with Chris Argent while we're here, he may be able to give us some help with whatever is going on,” Sam comments.

“I think we should split up. Jack's right a lot has happened here and could continue to happen. There is definitely something off about this place and there is a lot of ground to cover.” Castiel states.

“Will I be able to go alone?” Jack hopefully asks.

“No.” The three older adults state instantly causing the young god to groan in annoyance.

“Why not?” Jack asks. “How am I supposed to learn to do this by myself if I am always with one of you?”

“This is a dangerous job, we stick together,” Dean replies.

“But you guys split up all the time!”

“When you can bring your badge out without it being upside-down, maybe we'll consider letting you take the lead.”

“What! Dad!” Jack exclaims turning to look at Castiel.

“Dean's right, this is dangerous and you are still settling into everything,” Castiel replies.

“But that happened a couple years ago!”

“And you are still young when it comes to this stuff and don't have full control yet.”

“It’s not fair,” Jack mumbles.

“It’s not for forever,” Dean says.

“Yeah, Dean will eventually die…again,” Sam quips, causing Dean to pick up and throw one of the pillows at him.

The small family settles into the hotel room with Jack taking one bed, Dean and Castiel on the other, and Sam on a pull out.

Three hours later

Quiet scratching at the motel room door echoes throughout the peaceful room causing a tired Dean to toss and turn in the failing attempts to get comfortable and fall asleep in the comfort of his husband's arms.

“Right that's it,” Dean quietly huffs, wiggling out of Castiel's arms and sitting up.

“Dean?” Castiel mumbles, reaching over.

“I'll be right back.”

Dean quietly gets out of the bed and across the room to the door. He slowly opens the door, trying not to disturb his sleeping son and brother, he slips out of the room into the blanket of darkness that covers the unevenly paved parking lot of the motel.

Once on the other side of the door he looks around giving his eyes a moment to adjust to the slightly lighter shade of darkness that graced that current hour of the world.

A huff of annoyance at Dean's foot level causes the man to break out of his trance as quickly looks down at the source of the noise.

“A dog? Really?” Dean whispers, staring down at the golden retriever responsible for the scratching. “Shoo. Get on out of here.”

The dog gets ahold of one of Dean's pants legs and tugs on it lightly in a sense to pull him in a certain direction.

“What?” Dean asks the dog annoyed, carefully shoving it off of him.

The dog patters a few feet away before looking back at Dean seemingly annoyed that the man wasn't following.

“What, you want me to follow you or something?”

The dog huffs in response to the question and Dean cautiously follows the dog around the side of the building into an alley.

The dog stops abruptly a foot away from a box tucked against an outer wall of the motel hidden in the shadows.

“This is what you wanted to show me? A box? You spent two hours scratching at our door for a box?”

Dean lets out a quiet tired laugh at the situation while the dog rolls its eyes at the man's reaction.

A quiet struggling cry echoes throughout the alley causing Dean to stop in his tracks and look around. The dog looks down at the box as Dean kneels down to peer into the box better.

Slowly opening the closed flaps of the box Dean is met with two bright eyes of void looking tiredly up at him as it better attempts to wrap itself around the source of the cry.

The cat, Dean identifies a few moments later, lets out a warning hiss as he reaches to move it off to the side.

“Hey, hey, I'm just here to help,” Dean reassures, watching the cat slightly relax and move out of the way to reveal what – whom – it had been hiding. “Ah crap.”

Five hours later

“They’re so small,” Jack whispers in awe, staring at the baby in the hospital bassinet.

“Well we have some good news,” a doctor remarks walking into the hospital room. “Though extremely malnourished and cold the baby is expected to make a full recovery.”

“That's great, so what happens now doc?” Dean asks.

“Well the Sheriff is here to ask a few questions if you're willing, but other than that this angel will be turned over to social services once fully recovered.”

“Wait what?” Jack asks, looking up from the baby.

“It’s standard procedure. You two can wait here with the baby until we're ready to bring them to the NICU, and I'll let the Sheriff know you're back here.”

“Appreciate it Doc,” Dean replies as the doctor walks out of the room.

“What does that mean, that they will be turning the baby over?” Jack asks.

“Foster care. The baby is going to be placed into the care of the state and go through the system. Either they will be going through eighteen years of hell or a family is already waiting to take in the baby to raise it as one of their own.”

“Why can't we take the baby? You found it.”

“Oh you still have a lot to learn,” Dean mumbles. “Look Jack, taking in a baby is a big decision that takes a lot of time and planning. It's not a spur of a moment thing. Not to mention we don't live in the state, we are only visiting. If we brought this baby back home with us without doing all of the proper paperwork we would be kidnapping them. Also your dad will not be happy if I brought home a baby without consulting with him first, plus where would the baby even live?”

“This your son?” The Sheriff asks, making himself known among the occupants of the hospital room.

“Yeah, my youngest,” Dean admits. “What can we help you with, Sheriff?”

“Just some routine questions.”

Twenty-five Minutes later

“Let me get this right, a dog led you to the baby?” The Sheriff asks.

“And a cat was keeping it warm, and I assume was trying to breastfeed it like they were one of its kittens,” Dean replies.

The two adults had stepped into the hall while Jack continued to coo over the baby in amazement.

“Well that's all the questions I have for you,” The Sheriff remarks. “Here's my card in case someone from the department tries to reach you with more questions.”

“Uh, thanks,” Dean replies, taking the card from the Sheriff. “Before you go, what is the process of adoption here?”

Forty-five minute later

“You’re adopting a baby?” Sam asks tiredly.

“And the dog and cat,” Dean replies, gesturing to the two animals making themselves home on the bed Jack is curled up in.

“Dean, you can't be serious. What does Cas think about this?”

“Folded the second Jack asked.”

“I'm assuming you also folded when Jack asked?”

“Yeah…”

“Dean, how are you going to take care of a baby and do this? You do realize that we don't even live in this state right?”

“I know okay!” Dean whisper-shouts. “We'll figure it out as we go. The Sheriff told me to stop by later in the morning to go over what exactly is required for adopting a baby here.”

“You really are serious.”

“Yes. Think about it Sam, we have been on the road constantly since we were children. Don't you think it would be nice to finally settle somewhere that wasn't a bunker or a crappy motel room?”

“And Cas is okay with this? Speaking of Cas, where is your husband?”

“He's okay with this. He's also watching over the baby.”

“Do you want this?” Sam asks, looking around the motel room.

“What?” Dean asks.

“Do you want this?” Sam repeats looking Dean dead in the eye.

“Well yeah. I mean it would be nice to have a place. Be able to mow the lawn. Claire and Jack can crash when they visit. Have a normal life for once. It'll be a good change for us.”

“Fine, but I want my own place. I refuse to start a normal life living with my brother and his family. I want the opportunities that come with being an uncle.”

Dean grins at the statement his younger brother makes knowing deep down that Sam wouldn't have disagreed anyways because he too longed for a normal life.

“You think Bobby would come visit once we're settled?” Dean asks.

Two hours later

“You should have seen them Dean. They made the cutest little face scrunch as they did it,” Castiel whispers facing his husband on the bed of the once again dark room.

“Did you see their hands? They had a whole hand wrapped around Jack’s pinky earlier and he just stared amazed at how small it was,” Dean whispers back.

“I did. I never knew hands could be that small. And their feet too. A nurse changed them and their feet made the smallest kicks as it was happening.”

“And their eyes, so innocent to the cruelty and harshness of the world.”

“The nose is barely the size of a button on my coat.”

“We’re having a baby,” Dean whispers starstruck.

“We’re having a baby,” Castiel whispers back leaning close to leave a small kiss against his husband's lips.

Chapter Text

Chapter One

Seventeen Years Later

The sounds of an alarm clock echoed through the bright airy two story house that rested in a neighborhood near where town met forest. Pots and pans clattered against each other in the kitchen as they were moved around to make the first meal of the family that resided there's day, while coffee brewed in a coffee machine neatly placed on a counter top that received the perfect amount of sunlight for potted plants to be placed on.

Two men danced happily around the kitchen prepping food for the day, waiting for the teen that rested in one of the bedrooms upstairs to come down and greet the day with their presence.

“I will give both of you an extra treat if you manage to turn that damn thing off,” The teen grumbles, cracking open their eyes to look at the dog and cat that rested at the end of the bed.

Neither animal budges at the bribe of an extra treat.

“Thanks for the support gentleman,” The teen grumbles reaching over to turn off the screeching alarm. “It’s too early to be alive.”

“Evan!” Dean yells from the kitchen. “Come on, breakfast is almost done!”

The teen reluctantly gets out of bed and gets ready for the school day.

“Evan!” Dean calls again as the teen ruffles his dirty brown hair in an attempt to style it.

The dog and cat look judging at the teen at his attempt, both huffing as if they are laughing mockingly at him.

“Oh don't look at me like that,” Evan remarks, giving both a pat on the head. “C'mon let's go get breakfast.”

The two animals follow the teen downstairs with excitement. The three enter the lively kitchen looking at the couple blissfully entranced in each other.

“Ugh gross,” Evan exclaims.

“Well Good Morning sleepyhead,” Dean remarks.

“Must you do this every morning? Even Cosmos and Binx seem to have opinions about it.”

“Cosmos and Binx are animals, you still can't believe they communicate with you?”

“It’s in their eyes, Dad. It's in their eyes.”

“Okay kiddo, time to eat,” Dean states, sliding a plate full of food across the island that is laid between the dining room and kitchen.

A phone rings and Castiel goes to pick it up leaving the room.

“Oh you're staying at the Sheriff's for a couple of days,” Dean states.

“What?” Evan asks.

“We have a case out of town and your Uncle's are going to be joining us. We're going to be meeting your brother there-”

“What, no, dad again?” Evan pleads.

“It is only for a few days. That is probably Jack on the phone-”

“You said we'd fix up the car this weekend.”

“You'll live for a weekend if your car doesn't run. Now eat, you're going to be late.”

Six Hours Later

“Where is he? Where's my son?” Dean loudly demands, weaving through the hustle and bustle of the Beacon Hills Hospital Emergency Room.

“Dean!” The Sheriff calls over the loudness of the chaos going on throughout the hospital.

“Sheriff!” Dean replies, making his way to him. “What's going on? Where's my son?”

“Someone came on to campus and shot him. He was taken into to emergency surgery once he was brought here-”

“How bad? How bad, Sheriff?”

“Six bullet wounds to the chest.”

“Jesus christ,” Dean remarks, running a hand over his face. “Targeted?”

“That's what it looks like no one else was hurt. A classmate stayed with him until paramedics arrived and said he managed to keep consciousness and mumbling.”

“Why? Why would someone target a seventeen year old?”

“Does he know?”

“What?”

Sheriff Stilinksi looks around before pulling Dean off to the side into an empty hospital room.

“Does he know?” The Sheriff asks again.

“Know what? You think we're hiding something?” Dean replies.

“Listen there are things about this town, weird things, we both know it. They've been happening for decades. Does your son know what your family does?”

“No! No, we agreed when we made the decision to adopt him to keep him out of it. Make sure no one in this life outside of this town knows who he is.”

“Well someone knows because they have decided to go after you through your son.”

“Oh there you two are,” Melissa remarks, peering into the room. “I have an update on Evan.”

“How is he?” Dean asks.

“Well the surgery went well, given the fact that he was already healing,” Melissa replies.

“Already healing?”

“Like..?” The Sheriff asks, the rest of the sentence falling off into the thick air seemingly hanging from strings as if they were part of a torn celebratory banner.

“Exactly like that,” Melissa replies.

“Exactly like what? There are so many things that heal fast,” Dean rants, starting to pace back and forth.

“He knows? You know?” Melissa curiously asks, looking between the two men.

“He has the same job Stiles had,” The Sheriff replies.

“Ah FBI Specialist.”

“Him, his husband, brother, and the oldest son.”

“How do you know that?” Dean demands, stopping in his tracks, caught off guard from the sudden relevance.

“Oh we know everything that goes on in this town,” Melissa replies in a sad tone quickly covered by the false smile of a Healthcare worker.

“Like I said, this kind of stuff has been going on for decades,” The Sheriff adds with a slight smirk of nostalgia flickering within the depths of his eyes.

“Yeah, I got that, how?” Dean demands again.

“Our sons were terrible liars to us when they were in high school,” Melissa replies.

“They had to tell us what was going on eventually,” The Sheriff adds.

“Your sons were what?..” Dean asks.

“Werewolf,” Melissa interrupts.

“Spark,” The Sheriff adds.

“Wait, your son was a werewolf?” Dean asks, pointing at Melissa then pointing at the Sheriff. “And your son was what?”

“A Spark.”

“What the hell is a Spark?”

“Well we haven't figured that part out yet. Stiles was right, Deaton is a tricky son of a bitch.”

“Deaton? The vet?”

“Yep. That's him.”

“What the hell does the vet have anything to do with this?”

“I believe, a Druid,” Melissa replies.

“Druid? What the hell is this town?”

“You don't know? He doesn't know? Why doesn't he know?” Melissa curiously asks again in wonder at the missed information. “I thought he knew.”

“Know what?” Dean asks.

“The Hale family. That family you were looking into when you first got here, supernatural all of them,” The Sheriff explains.

“But they're all dead.”

“Well yes, but they left one hell of a mark in the supernatural world.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“Just watch out for family, there are things that even you guys don't pick up on,” The Sheriff warns.

“I'll take you to where they brought Evan to recover,” Melissa states with her tired beaming smile.

“Thanks,” Dean tiredly replies.

Melissa and the Sheriff share a knowing glance of secrets before the trio of adults leave the empty hospital room.

Two hours later

Dean sat in the uncomfortable blue plastic hospital chair staring at the unconscious body of his seventeen year old. The sounds of the heart monitor echoes throughout the hospital room.

The ringtone of Dean's phone breaks the dooming unnerving silence of waiting that loomed in the still air of the hospital.

“Hello?” Dean asks, his voice rough from the hours of silent cries and prayers.

“Hey, just calling to check on things,” Sam replies on the other end of the phone. “Cas and Jack went to check on a lead, so I thought I'd check in. How's he doing?”

“He was shot six times in the chest at school.”

“Dean…. Oh god, does Cas know?”

“Yeah, he's not dead. In fact he started healing on the table.”

“Wait what, how?”

“The Sheriff and Melissa think it has something to do with our jobs and that part of the world.”

“How do they know what we do?”

“Because Sheriff Stilinksi's son had our jobs.”

“What?”

“That's not all.”

“There's more?”

“Yeah, that family we were looking into when we first got here. Supernatural beings. More specifically werewolves, and something called a spark.”

“What the hell is a Spark?”

“Beats me, but that's not all. The vet is a druid.”

“Why didn't Chris tell us this?”

“That's what I would like to know! Because we were out of the loop, someone shot my seventeen year old!”

“We knew the town had something going on when we first looked into it.”

“Yeah, but there's still something weird going on. The Sheriff told me to watch our backs.”

“Does he think the shooting was targeted?”

“Oh it was definitely targeted. He was the only kid in the school to be shot and injured.”

“Shit. Bobby's calling. I'm going to have to call you back,” Sam curses, hanging up the phone.

Dean wordlessly puts his phone back into his pocket after hearing the call go dead. He stares at the heart monitor projecting the slight wavering of his youngest's heartbeat.

“C'mon kid, don't fail on us now,” Dean prays watching the slow rise and fall of the comatose teens chest.

Minutes later Dean doesn't react to the cold hand that finds itself reassuringly messaging his shoulder.

“How is he?” Castiel whispers, not daring to be any louder, afraid the sudden movements of Jimmy Novak's body and the sudden arrival could cause even the slightest of disruptions to the healing teen.

“Well he's not dead….not yet at at least.” Dean replies, moving a hand to rest on top of the one giving quiet reassurances.

“That's good. That's good.”

“Heh…” Dean quietly chuckles after a few moments of silence. “We spent seventeen years keeping him in the dark about who we are and what we do. Only for it to bite us in the ass in the worst way imaginable. And I've been to Hell for crying out loud.”

Tired jumbled mumbles fall from the chapped lips of the paled teen who is slightly moving a searching hand for the comfortities of his own bed before going back to the uncanny stillness of the dead laid to rest. The strained faces of the couple forced to watch hopelessly as their son silently and unknowingly works with the forces of the supernatural to heal back unnatural fast recovery to the boy that greeted them with a disgruntled "good morning".

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Chapter 2

Two weeks later

The paled teen boy stared into the dirty droplet spotted mirror, the fluorescent lights of the bathroom flickering a speck brighter for a split second every couple of minutes.

“How long are you going to stare at yourself in the mirror?” Castiel asks, from the doorway.

“Until I see the scars ... .or at least convince myself I see the scars,” Evan answers, not looking at his father.

“You heard what Melissa said, you had some of the best surgeons in the county stitching you up.”

“I understand that but… there aren't any scars on my body! Not even the scars from the top surgery from last year are there!”

“Well scars heal fastly.”

“Small ones do! Not large ones that were a result of breast cancer! Or six scars made from bullets that went through my body!”

“Well maybe the surgeons worked some of their stitching magic on those scars,” Castiel lies. “Look you had a long two weeks, why don't you take Cosmos for a walk?”

“Not Binx?”

“Your dad thinks they could use some time apart, for his peace of mind.”

“What, they get into a fight or something?”

“Or something,” Castiel mutters.

“Oh ew!” Evan exclaims, snapping his attention away from the mirror. “That's an image burned into my mind that I wouldn't like to have. Didn't need to know that information.”

“Well then you won't like where he caught them doing it.”

“I don't know what's worse, getting shot, walking in on my parents getting down and dirty, or finding out my pets have been doing it on my bed,” Evan groans.

“You did do that middle one…This is starting to sound like a conversation that would be better suited to have with your father,” Castiel coughs. “Why don't you go get ready to take Cosmos for a walk.”

“My life is a nightmare.”

“Just go find Cosmos, get some fresh air. Clear your mind, you return to school Monday. Then in two short months you will be on summer vacation and waste your days sorting every business in town’s inventory and or files.”

“Yeah, okay.”

Castiel moves out of the doorway letting the teen pass but not before ruffling the teens hair, messing up the styled mess of the small curls of hair.

“Cosmos!” The teen calls throughout the house looking for the energetic dog.

The teen walks past a window giving a quick glance outside before moving on. A shadow outside moves causing the teen to double back. Evan stares out the window to see the back of a man staring out past the back fence line into the surrounding woods of Beacon Hills.

Evan watches the strange man shift into the dog he's known his entire life.

“Dad!” The teen yells, after a moment of shock running away from the window.

“What?” Castiel asks from the kitchen as Evan skids to a stop.

“The dog….Cosmos…”

“What about Cosmos?”

“Human!” Evan exclaims, pointing to the dog who is happily trotting into the room.

“Uhm? I am pretty sure that's a dog. Are you feeling okay?”

The teen looks between his dad and the dog flabbergasted.

“I think…I think I am going to go take a nap.” Evan remarks.

Two days later

“Evan!” Dean calls from the kitchen.

“Just a minute!” Evan replies.

“You’re going to be late!”

“I am aware of that!”

The teen rushes down the hall before coming to stop outside of his parents room hearing rustling around.

Slightly cracking the door opening Evan sees the back of the man rummaging through his father's clothes.

Evan quickly makes his way downstairs to the kitchen.

“Hey, thought you were going to bail,” Dean jokes.

“There's a man upstairs,” Evan loudly whispers.

The statement causes the two adults in the room to freeze.

“A man?” Dean asks in a low voice.

“Yes! He's going through your closet!”

Dean and Castiel share a look.

“Stay here,” Dean orders heading upstairs.

Castiel moves Evan out of the way before standing in the doorway.

“What's going on?” Evan whispers.

“It's just the damn dog!” Dean yells from upstairs.

Dean rejoins the rest of his family in the kitchen and he and Castiel go back to making breakfast.

“What?” Evan asks.

“It was just the dog. But next time you steal clothes from our closet, don't blame the dog,” Dean replies.

“No but there was a man! It was the same man from two days ago!”

“The dog?” Castiel recalls.

“The dog is the man!”

“Are you okay?” Dean asks.

“Yeah, I'm fine.”

“I read once that hallucinations can be a result of a major trauma. You got shot, maybe you're seeing the person who shot you,” Castiel suggests.

“That makes sense, you were shot at school which is a safe space. Now at home – which is another safe space – you're seeing who shot you.” Dean adds.

“But why would I be seeing just the back of who shot me?” Evan asks.

“Trauma is mysterious. Just head on to school.”

“Yeah okay.” Evan sighs in defeat.

One Hour Later

“So what do we think?” Dean asks, leaning against the sink.

“Well it makes sense with all the weird going on in town,” Sam replies.

“Do you two idjits hear yourselves?” Bobby asks over the phone. “Are you really saying that your dog is a werewolf based on the two accounts from a seventeen year old who got shot two weeks ago?”

“No you're right, this is crazy,” Dean remarks.

“Dean, your son healed on the table almost faster than the surgeons could stitch him up,” Sam exclaims.

“Where's Castiel?” Bobby asks. “Shouldn't he have two words to put in the pot?”

“Yeah, where is Cas?” Sam asks.

“He's Uh…. He's watching over Evan,” Dean admits.

“What? Dean, do you know how crazy that sounds?”

“Yes! Okay! But someone shot our youngest son two almost three weeks ago! And no one knows who or what did it!”

“Will you two shut up!” Bobby yells over the speaker. “We have bigger issues at hand!”

“Right, Sorry Bobby,” Sam replies.

“Sorry Bobby,” Dean echoes.

“Do either of you have a lead on Argent?” Bobby asks.

“No, no one's seen him in almost a month,” Sam replies.

“What about you, any tips?” Dean asks.

“No nothing on my end, but I did ask around. Apparently his dad and sister pissed off a lot of people a couple decades back,” Bobby remarks. “Well any other news on your front?”

“Oh, yeah, the Sheriff told me to watch our backs.”

“Watch your backs? From what?”

“Beats me. But he knows.”

“He knows?”

“Yes Bobby, he knows what we do, and not only him but this nurse knows as well.”

“How?”

“His son worked for the same unit we do.”

“Are you saying his son was a hunter?”

“We don't know for how long,” Sam remarks.

“That's just great,” Bobby sighs. “I'll keep looking and keep you updated.”

The phone hangs up and both men sigh in frustration.

“Want a drink?” Dean asks, standing up.

“Yeah,” Sam sighs.

Dean gets out two glasses and a bottle of aged whiskey.

“You get the food, and I'll start the research?” Sam asks.

“Yeah, but I've got some calls to make first.”

“You think they'll answer?”

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Chapter 3

Eight Hours Later

“It was gross Dean,” Castiel complains as he shucks off his trench coat into a laundry basket full of dirty laundry.

“It is a high school, it's going to be gross,” Dean replies.

“Do human adolescents often partake in such vulgar activities?”

“I did… Is our son..?”

“No, no, he is quite the extraordinary student.”

“Good, that's good.”

“I am curious about the friends he keeps around though.”

“He has friends?”

“Yeah, one he is very close too.”

“How close?”

“Close like we are.”

“Do we know this person?”

“No.” Castiel huffs gruffly. “Did you call-?”

“Yes, and they’ll both be here by tomorrow.”

“Do you think they will be able to help?”

“I sure hope so, if not, they'll at least distract him enough to make him think he's not aware of what's happening.”

“Good.”

The Next Morning

The house was filled with the usual hustle and bustle that accompanied the mornings before the day of the family that loved there started.

The two parents of the house did their usual dance of making food in the kitchen, while their youngest battled the hardships of being a pubescent teen in school.

“Binx, if you don't stop licking my hair I will lock you out of my room at night,” Evan mutters in disgust as he attempts to lift the cat off his face.

“Good morning!” Dean exclaims unnaturally chipper twenty minutes later as Evan enters with Binx in tow.

“What's wrong with you?” Evan asks, reaching over the counter to steal a piece of bacon.

“Nothing, can't a man just be grateful his kids are alive and well?” Dean replies, swatting his son's hand away.

“Not you, normally when you're like this you and Dad….Oh Ew! Really? I sleep in the room next to yours! That's an image I wish to forget.”

“Your dad did not get “laid” as the kids say,” Castiel remarks. “That is what the kids say, is it not?”

“Dad!” Evan exclaims disgustedly, as Dean gives a little chuckle. “I'm going to school.”

“Wait, isn't it too early to head to school?” Dean asks.

“Yeah, but I want to get away from this conversation and your unnatural mood.”

Two Hours Later

Five people sat around the dining room table of the house, two sat next to each other bored and wanting to be any other place.

“Does everyone understand what they are doing?” Dean asks once again.

“I'm following Evan in my car. Jack's following him around school. You, Sam, and Castiel are going to look for Chris Argent with Bobby calling or being called every now and then,” Claire repeats. “Is this necessary?”

“Yes.”

“Isn't this a bit extreme?”

“Someone shot-”

“We're all aware someone shot him and no one knows who shot him, and Chris Argent has dropped off the face of the earth.”

“Maybe we should go,” Jack states.

“I agree with God here,” Claire hums.

Five hours later;

“I'm heading to my room!” Evan declares pissed walking through the front door. “Oh, I’m sorry, should I let my parole officers know before I do?”

“We got spotted,” Claire announces, following Evan inside.

“I said I'm fine! I don't need my older siblings to watch me like creeps outside of my school. Emphasis on the older, because you two are old!”

“Are we really that old?” Jack asks, entering the house and closing the door. “I'm quite young considering….my age.”

Evan storms off to his room and Dean glares at Claire and Jack from the living room.

“What?” Claire asks.

“How did you two manage to get spotted?” Dean asks.

“Yeah, werewolf senses are kind of like Spider-man, everything's at eleven.”

“Oh great,” Dean groans.

“This family is a nightmare!” Evan yells from upstairs.

Two hours later;

The surprisingly functional dysfunctional family sat silently around the dinner table eating.

“So how was school?” Dean asks.

“Oh did minions one and two not report back to headquarters throughout the day?” Evan asks, picking at the food on his plate as Claire lets out a quiet snort of laughter.

“Fair point.”

The table goes back to silence and Binx hops onto Evans lap.

“Can animals have phantom pregnancies?” Evan asks with narrow eyes glaring at the cat making biscuits in the boy's lap.

“I thought that both Binx and Cosmos-” Claire starts.

“They are,” Dean interrupts. “Why?”

“Follow up question, do animals have therapists?” Evan asks.

“Again, why?”

“I think they have attachment issues.”

“You can ask Deaton,” Castiel remarks.

“The… Vet?” Jack asks as Claire kicks his shin under the table.

“Yes Jack, the vet.” Claire comments.

“Are you all okay?” Evan asks, looking around the table. “Because it must've taken more than me getting shot for this family to be sitting around this table?”

“What can't we be good siblings and check up on our little brother?”

“I'll make an appointment with him tomorrow,” Dean states.

“Yeah, I think that might be best. Don't want Evan to catch STDs from Cosmos and Binx getting down and dirty on his bed while he's at school.”

“I can get what?” Evan exclaims as Claire giggles. Jack shoots Castiel a confused look.

“Claire!” Dean exclaims.

“What?”

“I can get STDs from Cosmos and Binx having sex on my bed?” Evan asks.

“No! You can't get STDs from animals. But wash all your bedding again,” Dean replies.

“Should probably make a doctor appointment as well, just in case,” Claire mouths.

“Dad!” Evan yells.

“Knock it off!” Dean exclaims. “The both of you!”

“I didn't do anything!” Claire protests.

“She told me to make a doctor's appointment as well “just in case”,” Evan remarks.

“Did not!”

“Did too!”

“Dean!”

“Dad!”

“Didn't I tell you two to knock it off!” Dean repeats.

“I forgot how loud it was to have everyone at the house,” Castiel wonders out loud.

“You and Dad forget how loud you are with the house empty,” Evan comments absentmindedly causing everyone to choke.

“Okay that's enough of the sex talk,” Dean remarks.

“Never thought I'd hear Dean say that,” Jack mutters.

“Grounded all of you.”

“What?” Evan protests.

“Dean really? Dad!” Claire adds.

“I thought I was already…Yep got it,” Jack remarks as Claire jabs him with her elbow.

“I said what I said,” Dean states.

“But we're adults!” Claire exclaims gesturing to herself and then Jack.

“Don’t care. If my dad can still ground me, I can still ground you.”

“Bobby still grounds you?” Claire asks.

“Bobby's still alive?” Jack asks.

“Your dad still grounds you?” Evan laughs. “Does he ground Uncle Sam too?”

“Please tell me he grounds Dad sometimes too. Please tell me he does Dean,” Claire pleads.

“He does,” Castiel replies. “I still don't know how.”

“Who else does he ground? He gives off the energy of being able to ground anyone.”

“This is vital information…Ow claws Binx, claws,” Evan exclaims.

The rest of dinner goes on with banter going back and forth around the table, though it's mainly the siblings taking shots at each other while the parents butted in to shut the banter down when the jabs had gone too far.

Two hours later

“Evan?” Claire knocks cracking open the teens bedroom door.

“What?” Evan asks from his desk chair.

“That's not you in the shower?”

“No, it's probably Jack. I was waiting for him to get done.”

“Jack, Dad, and Dean went to go to Chris Argent's.”

“That's not Jack in our shower?”

“It's not you.”

“Who's in our shower?”

“I was asking you!”

“Well, go see who it is!”

“Fuck no!”

“I'm not going to check!”

“Well, I'm not going to check either!”

“I've already had my near death experience, also you're older!”

“I don't give a shit. This is your house!”

“Age before beauty.”

“Hosts before guests.”

“Wait! The man!” Evan exclaims jumping out of his seat.

“Man? What man?” Claire asks, following Evan out of his room.

“I've been seeing a man around the house these past few days. Dad and Dad keep saying there was no man, just Cosmos.” Evan whispers.

“Dean didn't tell me that when he called! Who's the man?”

“I don't know! I can only see his back!”

“Well what's his back look like?”

“I don't know, white?”

“God, you are so unhelpful.”

“It’s not my fault you're single and alone!”

“Hey!”

“I said what I said. Now shut up, I can hear someone in the shower,” Evan whispers, putting his ear to the door. “Are you sure Jack left with our parents?”

“Yes, I saw him leave!”

“Then who's in our shower?”

“I thought you knew! I thought you said it was the man?”

“Well Dad said it was most likely a hallucination due to experiencing a major trauma.”

“Since when do either of our parents have a degree in psychology?”

“Well, that's fair. But I figured they've seen a lot of shit and probably dealt with it in therapy.”

“That's funny you think our parents have seen a shrink. Well… yeah, no that time was a lie.”

“Claire, there's a strange man in our house, what are we going to do?”

“What do you mean what are we going to do? We're going to confront him!”

“Dude, he's nude!”

“And? Don't you want to see what you'll look like in the future?”

“Oh please, you just want to size him up.”

“Okay, on three we burst in. One, two, three.” Claire counts, busting the door open.

Evan hides behind Claire as she throws the curtain back to reveal who's in the shower.

All three scream and Evan and Claire continue screaming as the man changes into Binx.

“Oh what the hell did we eat?” Claire asks.

“You saw that too?” Evan asks.

“Did that man? He changed into Binx.”

“Yes!”

“Was that the man you've been seeing around?”

“No! He's, he's new.”

“There's another one?”

“Yes. Did you get your eyefull?”

“Well yeah, he wasn't that bad looking.”

“So what are they ghosts or something?”

“Well, uhm, shared hallucinations happen to people who take in a large amount of toxicity.”

“Is it like the animal STD thing?”

“No, no, I think it's more like a stroke thing. Hold on, let me Google it.”

A few minutes later

Evan sat on the countertop of the bathroom while Claire leaned against the bathroom wall scrolling the searches on the internet.

“Okay, so according to Google it's either cancer, a stroke, carbon monoxide poisoning, or ghosts,” Claire states.

“Well, it's not cancer,” Evan remarks. “Been there, done that.”

“Do you smell toast burning?”

“No, why?”

“Neither do I. So it's not a stroke.”

“So carbon monoxide poisoning or ghosts?”

“Carbon monoxide poisoning or ghosts. Or, Google also says Schizophrenia.”

“Isn't that like individual or whatnot?”

“I don’t know! Also why is Binx still here?”

“He's been mother henning lately. So do we call our parents or?”

“Maybe the fire department? Google says carbon monoxide poisoning is practically invisible and quiet but deadly.”

“Deadly?”

“Yeahh. I'm rooting for ghosts on this one.”

“How do we decide?”

“We can flip a coin?”

“That works, I don't have any on me.”

“I don't carry change.”

“Why don't you carry change?”

“My wallet has a hole in it, plus change takes up an awkward space in my wallet. Also most of my clothes don't have pockets. Why do you carry change?”

“Large fountain drinks at AmPm are eighty-nine cents.”

“You look like a person who buys large AmPm fountain drinks.”

“What does that even mean?”

“Look at you! You're a walking classic rock record! Where’d Binx go?” Claire asks, looking around the small bathroom.

“Did we even see Binx in the first place?”

“That's a good point. Alright, where's your wallet?”

“My room.”

“You don't keep it in your pocket?”

“I'm at home! I was doing homework!”

Half an hour later

“What the hell is wrong with you two?” Dean yells quickly getting out of his car.

“Shared hallucination, which by the way would have been a nice thing to know when you called,” Claire remarks.

“How does that lead you to calling the damn fire department!”

“Carbon monoxide poisoning,” Evan replies.

“Carbon monoxide poisoning?” Dean asks. “Carbon monoxide poisoning?”

“It was either that or ghosts, my money was on ghosts. We flipped a coin, Google was unhelpful!” Claire replies.

“Gh…Ghosts? Okay what the hell is going on?”

“There was a man in the shower and then there was… well then there was Binx.”

“Claire got an eyeful!” Evan exclaims unhelpfully.

“I did, he was not that bad looking for a hallucination.”

“Why is it when something happens, you two are at the center of it?” Dean mutters. "One job, Claire, I gave you one job."

"Whoops?"

"Whoops? Whoops?"

"Yeah... Whoops."

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Chapter 4

Two Months Later

“I can't believe we're those people,” Evan remarks, putting the harness on Cosmos.

“What people?” Castiel asks, putting a matching harness on Binx.

“The people who walk their cat.”

“Is that not a normal thing to do?”

“No, it's actually seen as weird.”

“Okay, well they're harnessed. Stay safe,” Castiel remarks, handing Binx’s leash.

Half an hour later

“Look I know you two aren't too thrilled with what Deaton said. But it's a necessary precaution…. Fuck!” Evan exclaims falling down a hill.

Binx and Cosmos look at each other from the top of the hill. Cosmos sprints back towards the house and Binx carefully makes his way down to the unconscious teen.

Binx sprawls on top of the teens chest and waits for Cosmos to come back.

Twenty-four years ago

“Welcome to the Hotel California. Such a lovely place. Such a lovely place.”

“Ugh,” Evan remarks, sitting up. “What happened?”

Evan takes a look at his surroundings.

Light shone in through a window while movement echoed outside the empty room. Evan looks down at the cold table he was laying on noticing he was shirtless.

“Okay… where am I?” The boy asks, the question echoing off the walls of the mainly empty room.

“Hello?” Evan asks as something drops outside of the room.

“Good, you're awake!” Stiles exclaims bursting into the room. “And he's all healed!”

Derek gruffs in acknowledgement following Stiles into the room. Evan scrambles startled back as far as he can on the table.

“Who… Who are…wait a minute, I know you!” Evan exclaims relaxing. “You're Stiles, and you're Derek! I recognize you from the photos!”

“Photos?” Stiles asks, moving to check on Evan's injuries.

“Yeah, sometimes I spend the night at the Sheriff's house when my parents have a case out of town…. You're Cosmos and Binx!”

“Cosmos and Binx?”

“My dog and cat! Me and my sister saw you-” Evan exclaims pointing to Stiles. “-In our shower. She got an eye full. And you were in our backyard and rummaging through my parents' closet!”

“Stiles, can we talk in private?” Derek asks.

“Privacy? In this house?” Stiles jokes. “We’ll be right outside.”

Stiles and Derek step out of the room into the hall.

“What is wrong with you?” Stiles asks.

“Me? Stiles, you heard the things coming out of his mouth!”

“Don't be a sourwolf! He hit his head, he's confused and in a strange place.”

“Stiles, he isn't making any sense. No one stays over at the Sheriff's house other than anyone in the pack.”

“Aww, you guys have been staying at my dad's while we're all at college?”

“Stiles!”

“Fine, I'll make sure he's all healed and then we can send him on his way,” Stiles remarks, walking back into the room.

“Everything okay? Listen we aren't actually considering neutering both of you, it was just a threat so you two will stop having sex in my bed,” Evan rambles.

“Uhhh okay?” Stiles replies, moving towards Evan to check on him.

“You don't know what I'm talking about….That's cool. So uh where am I exactly?”

“The Hale House, near the preserve.”

“The Hale… That house burned down.”

“It's not much common knowledge around town but we rebuilt it a few years ago.”

“Didn't the city condemn it? Tear it down, leave a memorial?”

“I think you hit your head harder than we thought,” Stiles remarks, giving Derek a worried glance.

“Yeah… Is my shirt around? My parents are probably wondering where I am.”

“Here,” Stiles states, handing Evan's shirt with a weary smile. “Derek will take you home.”

“I-” Derek starts.

“Derek will take you home.”

“Thanks,” Evan remarks, putting his shirt back on. “I guess I'll follow you out.”

Evan follows Stiles throughout the maze of halls while Derek lingers behind the two watching carefully.

“Right, well there's the door. It was nice meeting you-” Stiles starts.

“Oh, I'm Evan,” Evan introduces.

“It was nice meeting you, Evan.” Stiles remarks heading towards the kitchen.

“It was nice to officially meet you two!”

“C'mon,” Derek gruffs, grabbing his keys and heading out of the door.

Evan follows the older man like an excited lost puppy only for his excitement to be stopped as he runs face first into nothing as he attempts to exit the door.

“You can check anytime you like, but you can never leave.”

“Motherfucker!” Evan shouts, pinching his nose and tilting his head up.

“Shit,” Derek remarks quickly walking back to the teen.

“What happened?” Stiles asks, walking back into the foyer. “Holy crap, Derek, did you hit him?”

“No!” Derek replies instantly and defensive.

“Then why the hell is he bleeding?”

“I don't know! He was walking out the door, he must've ran into something!”

“I think I broke my nose,” Evan comments, nasally.

“Okay, guide him to the kitchen. I'll get the first aid kit out, again,” Stiles orders heading back towards the kitchen.

Derek grabs the teen’s shoulders and carefully guides Evan towards the kitchen following Stiles.

“If it makes you feel better, this happens to Stiles all the time,” Derek whispers.

Stiles doesn't verbally respond and chooses to flip the older man off without looking back causing Derek to crack a tiny smile if you squint hard enough and had experience reading people's face and body language.

Derek gets Evan situated on a chair at the kitchen island as Stiles hustles under the sink looking for the First Aid kit.

“Ah, there it is,” Stiles exclaims, finding what he was looking for and making his way over to the other two occupants of the kitchen. “Okay, let's see how bad it is.”

Evan removes the hand off his face revealing the bloodied nose. Derek let's out a tiny cough at the sight while Stiles stares at the nose.

“Is it bad?” Evan asks, not daring to move his gaze down.

“It’s definitely broken,” Stiles replies, opening the first aid kit.

“Stiles, everyone in this house has run into the door frame at least once. No one's face has looked like that!” Derek whispers into Stiles' ear.

“So you did hit him?”

“No, he didn't hit me,” Evan replies at a normal volume. “And I didn't run into the door or door frame.”

“So how'd you break your nose?”

“I don't know! Weird shit has been happening to me for the past two to three months!”

“Weird, like how weird?”

“No one survives getting shot six times in the chest at point blank range during daylight at a school with no one seeing who did it. I should be dead, or at least have scars. But no, not a single scar on my body, and I had top surgery last year due to breast cancer.”

“Six times? How are you still alive?”

“Beats me,” Evan replies as Stiles resets the boy's nose. “Motherfucker! A warning would have been nice!”

“Okay, that's all reset,” Stiles exclaims as Derek walks out of the kitchen. “You can clean the blood off in the sink.”

Stiles follows Derek as Evan gets up from the chair to go clean up the blood.

“So this is weird right?” Stiles asks, catching up with Derek. “Do you smell anything?”

“No, I can’t even smell the blood that came out of his nose,” Derek replies, leaning in the doorway of the kitchen watching as the strange teen boy who appeared out of nowhere bloodied and bruised cleaned himself up once again for the second time in an hour.

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Chapter 5

Two hours later

“This sucks!” Evan exclaims, flopping onto the Hale Packs couch.

“This is not my fault,” Stiles states instantly. Derek raises an eyebrow as he looks at Stiles.

“What it's not!” Stiles replies defensively. “The wards are supposed to keep people out, not in!”

“We’re back- Hugh!” Isaac exclaims, bursting into the house.

“Wow! Someone got freaky in here!” Erica adds, following.

“Really?” Scott asks. “Did you two do it everywhere in the house?”

Evan pops up at the entrance of everyone walking into the house.

“There's more of you?” Evan asks excitedly. “Wait, they're alive too?”

“Stiles?” Scott asks as the trio looks between the strange teen and the two other adults.

“I can explain…. After me and Lydia go through every book and resource we have to figure out what exactly is happening,” Stiles replies.

“Don’t ask me,” Derek states when the pups look at him quizzingly.

“Why does… Why does… Derek that kid reeks of you and Stiles?” Erica asks, leaning over the edge of the couch sniffing Evan's hair.

“Go help Stiles with dinner since he hasn't had the chance to start dinner yet.”

“Yup you three pups are the first ones home from work, so you get to help!” Stiles exclaims.

Two More Hours Later

By now the house was filled with young adults and one teenager sitting around a large table filled with food.

“So are we going to talk about-” Cora asks.

“No,” Derek and Stiles reply instantly.

“No, no, I need to hear about this,” Lydia buts in. “Where’d the kid come from?”

“When two people love each other very much they go to the motel off the road leading into town, and a dog seeks them out for help,” Evan starts. “One of those two people will follow the dog to where a cat is guarding a baby in a box left to die.”

The table stares at Evan as he continues to eat after giving the explanation.

“How did you end up here at our table?” Lydia asks again with more clarification.

“And why do you smell like Derek and Stiles?” Erica adds.

“Oh yeah, Derek and Stiles are my dog and cat. They have sex on my bed. Also they kidnapped me,” Evan replies.

“Woah! Really? Why?”

“I threatened to have Deaton cut their balls off if they didn't stop.”

“Stiles, you didn't tell me you and Derek were together!”

“Because we're not?” Stiles replies.

“He's not lying,” Scott quips in. “He's not lying?”

“Huh. Claire was right, ghosts,” Evan mutters. “And the day keeps getting weirder.”

“So what is it?” Malia asks, poking Evan with her fork.

“It is a he and he has a name, and that name is Evan.”

“No, but what are you? Werewolf? Werefox? Kitsune? Spark? Druid? A Hunter? Hellhound? Demon?” Kira asks.

“A pubescent teen boy missing some parts who's supposed to be six feet under. You all realize those are just fairy tales? They don't exist,” Evan replies.

“Yeah, I'm calling my parents,” Allison states, pulling out her phone.

“No phones at the table,” Stiles recites.

Half an Hour Later

“So where are your guy's kids?” Evan asks, breaking the awkward silence that surrounded the table full of young adults waiting. “I haven't seen them around or have seen any evidence they exist, so did they not make it or are they not here yet? Don't mean to be rude in case it's a sensitive topic, just curious because you're all here and they aren't so..”

“You’re right he is speaking nonsense,” A new voice remarks, making the presence of two older men known.

“Peter, always a pleasure,” Stiles boredly remarks.

“Of course, so what is this I'm hearing about you and my nephew?”

“You mean the nonexistent thing everyone is so weirdly hopeful for?”

“Yes, that. Or is that not the reason we were interrupted on our date?”

Evan stares at the new presences studying the faces trying to place where he's seen them before.

“Allison said you needed help with something?” Chris asks, moving to lean his arms against Allison's chair.

“Chris Argent..?” Evan slowly asks, eyeing the man.

“Yes.”

“Unc..Hmm…No that can't be right. Chris Argent – my uncle – went missing a couple of months ago and he's a lot older than you. Wait a minute…” Evan states looking around taking in the small details.

The teen notices how the faces of the people he's surrounded by look identical to the younger faces of pictures that were hung up in several buildings Evan frequented throughout his life. He noticed how the style of clothing, the furniture, and decorations where he'd seen duplicates of at the second hand store he went to the other weekend. Evan recalled seeing the phone Allison had pulled out earlier and the shock he experienced when he thought they didn't make those models anymore, and how he saw the Jeep parked out front where it shouldn't because it had no engine due to the fact that it was sitting in his parents garage.

“What…. What year is it?” Evan asks.

“That's a new one,” Stiles states.

“How do you not know what year it is? And who are you anyways?” Isaac asks, getting up from the table and storming off.

Derek and Stiles both get up.

“I'll go, you deal with this,” Derek states, before following Isaac.

“I'm going to go make some calls, I have a contact who dealt with this type of weird,” Chris explains, pushing himself off of the chair.

Four Hours Later

“I'm fucking what?” Evan exclaims.

“A time traveler?” Lydia asks, confused.

“A werewolf?” Scott adds.

“Somehow involved with Stiles and Derek’s life?” Eric continues.

“That, I figured. Those aren't real. And the last one is complicated,” Evan replies, pointing at the three then at Derek. “What do you mean I'm on house arrest?”

“For your safety – if you somehow manage to make it out of this house – no one can know you exist,” Derek explains just like Stiles did minutes prior.

“We're a little bit past the safety part given the fact that I was shot six times in the chest like three months ago… Wait, why am I arguing with you? You're not my parents, I don't have to listen to you.”

The house goes unnaturally silent as the pack waits in curiosity to see what the next actions of the teen and their Alpha would take.

“You're right, I'm not your dad. So go ahead, attempt to walk out the front door again,” Derek dares, flashing his eyes.

Evan glares in response, unknowingly flashing his eyes the exact same color as Derek.

The room stills in awe as the pack silently debates who dares to make the first remark.

“Well,” Stiles starts. “Why don't I find a guest room for Evan? Chris, you said that your contacts would be here in the morning?”

“Yeah, though, they're… How do I explain this,” Chris starts.

“They’re Winchesters,” Allison states.

“Winchesters why do I know that name?” Scott asks, looking at Stiles.

“Oh, they've been on the FBI most wanted list multiple times,” Stiles replies. “Dad has a copy of their mugshots hanging up in the office.”

“They’re hunters,” Derek scowls, narrowing his eyes. “Dangerous ones.”

“They are, but they have dealt with time travel, and have been to multiple dimensions,” Chris comments. “So it would be best to be prepared.”

“If they try anything just guilt them. Rumor is one of the brothers is dating an angel.” Allison states.

“I suggest you don't let the Sheriff know they are here, we wouldn't want any trouble with the law while we figure this mess out,” Peter suggests. “Now, Derek, can I talk to you privately?”

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Chapter 6:

“So this is weird,” Evan awkwardly states about an hour later. Peter and Derek had left to go upstairs to speak privately while the rest of the house occupants had moved to the living room. 

“Well we've dealt with weirder so this isn't even the top of our list, though this is pretty awesome so its up there,” Stiles remarks. 

“Like I've said, according to rumor the Winchesters have dealt with this before so we'll have some experts,” Chris states. 

“Im not even sure any of you are real, I could be having psychosis and all of you are hallucinations. Which would be really weird that Im hallucinating you especially young given the last time I saw you a few months ago you were really old,” Evan states pointing to Chris then to everyone else. “And the rest of you are dead, or an animal….maybe…possibly, I have a vague idea.” 

Meanwhile Somewhere in The States

The first notes of Hotel California played from the radio while Dean started tapping along to the beat on the steering wheel. Sam sat next to him in his usual spot with Cas, and Jack, sitting in the back looking out of the window. 

“Bobby's calling,” Sam states shutting off the radio and answering the call. “Hey Bobby you're on speaker.” 

“What do you know about time travel?” Bobby gruffly asks, an echo of a book falling from somewhere in his house following. 

“It sucks?” Dean replies. “Why?” 

“Do you remember Chris Argent out of California?” Bobby asks while Sam gives Dean a confused look.

“I remember his sister being fucking weird.”

“He called asking for your assistance, it seems a teenager managed to travel through time back to the past. Kids apparently spewing on how they're all dead or a cat or something. He wasn't making any sense.” 

“Oh great.” 

“Where exactly is this?” Sam asks before Bobby can make another remark. 

“Place called Beacon Hills, California. I'm headed out there so I'll meet you there as well.”

“Can you pick up Claire on your way?” Cas asks, leaning closer to the phone. 

“Sure, we all know I'm her favorite anyway.” 

“Thanks Bobby.”

“Alright, well I'll see you idjits later,” Bobby remarks hanging up the line. 

“Guess we're going to California,” Dean states while Cas and Jack share a knowing look in the backseat. 

Back in Beacon Hills Hours Later

Stiles silently stood in the darkness of the kitchen quietly holding a cup of coffee that was slowly going cold. 

Stiles had dealt with a lot of things in the past several years, not limited to but including getting possessed, getting tortured by his best friend's ex-girlfriend's grandfather, and several people coming back from the dead. He however has not dealt with a time traveling teenager who claims that he – Stiles – is a cat and that everyone MIGHT be dead. Not to mention the fact that some of them MIGHT have children. 

A child-like tug on his shirt sleeve breaks him out of his thoughts. 

“Hmm?” Stiles hums,turning his attention to the person. “What are you still doing up?” 

“I can't sleep,” Evan whispers. “This morning I woke up with you making biscuits in my hair and an unamused Derek Hale at my feet staring at you.”

“Come on,” Stiles sighs, setting his cup down on the counter. “Let’s go puppy pile Derek, Isaac's already up there.”

“Isaac will be there?” 

“Yeah..?”

“Oh my god he's my favorite, he's a very cuddly dog.” 

Stiles lets out a laugh as he leads the teen back upstairs. 

6 am the next morning 

Two cars rolled in front of the Hale House parking next to each other as they joined a row of cars already parked outside the house. 

Six people step out of the vehicles and look towards the house. 

“This house is very well guarded, someone powerful lives in here,” Cas states while someone exits the front door. 

“You’re right on time for breakfast,” Stiles exclaims. 

“I'm Stiles. Stilinksi. Keep that in my mind incase you decide to fuck around and find out,” Stiles explains leading the group of newcomers into the house. “We'll do introductions after we eat because trust me you do not want to see that trust me. Alright you have five, four, three,”

The sounds of footsteps interrupt Stiles as they make their way to the dining table. 

“In wolf packs it is customary for the Alphas mate to take the first bite before the rest of the pack can eat,” Cas helpfully remarks to his family. “The Alpha Mate also controls the household and is the only person to command the Alpha.” 

Claire lets out a snort at the realization of Cas's implications.  

An Hour Later

“Right well, let's get to introductions,” Stiles remarks as the Winchesters, him, Derek, and Peter sit in a study. “I'm Stiles Stilinski. This is Derek Hale, and his creep of an uncle Peter Hale.” 

“I'm Sam, this is my brother Dean. Cas, Jack, Claire, and Bobby,” Sam introduces. 

“You're Winchesters,” Derek states, glaring at the group. 

“Wait hold up,” Evan states, interrupting and walking in. “Your last name is Winchester?” 

“I thought I told you to stay outside until we're ready for you,” Stiles states. 

“I was, and I will..Just. Your last name is Winchester and you chose Novak? I could have been a Winchester? You have become significantly less cool.” 

“Out,” Derek demands. 

“Out,” Evan sasses. “No.” 

“And this is Evan,” Stiles introduces. 

“I believe he is the one we are here for,” Cas states.

“Hi, I'm your youngest Evan,” Evan introduces. 

“Prove it,” Dean states. 

“Okay, well Dad..and Dad,” Evan remarks awkwardly standing as the Hales look at Evan in horror as he mimics the exact motions Stiles does every now and then. “There is something you do not know. When you left me with Claire for about two weeks while I was recovering from surgery, we went to Vegas and I got a tattoo.”

“Shit, don't look at me! I haven't done anything…yet,” Claire interrupts. 

Evan pulls back the collar of his borrowed shirt to reveal a matching tattoo similar to those resting underneath the shirts of the Winchesters. 

“Nope, I'm out.” Peter cackles as he moves to leave. “Good luck.”

“Ah fuck,” Stiles exclaims realizations hitting him and Derek.