"WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE VANISHED?!" Scott roared.
"I—" Derek began.
"People don't just vanish out of thin air, Derek! What did you do?!" Scott asked accusingly.
He looked down at the ground, avoiding Scotts scrutinizing gaze, and huffed a breath of air.
"Derek?" Scott began again.
"It doesn't matter what I did—it had nothing to do with it. This guy in a trench coat just showed up out of nowhere and took him," he explained as he sat down on Scott's bed.
"A guy in a trench coat? What guy? Who was he? Why did he—" Scott kept shooting question after question as he paced back and forth.
"I don't know!" he screamed as he jumped up.
"What do you mean you don't know? You were there weren't you?" Scott began shooting off questions again.
"Yes. But I didn't exactly have time to ask any questions Scott! Like I said… the guy just touched Stiles and they both vanished out of thin air. It must have been some sort of magic. He smelled…off" his brows furrowed.
"Off? What do you mean?" Scott abruptly stopped pacing to face Derek.
"I don't know, it was just…off. I never smelt anything like it before. I think we need to go talk to Deaton," he explained.
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"And you said he just vanished?" Deaton enquired as he circled around the exam table to lean on it.
"Yes! Look I don't know how else to explain it okay? Really, if I knew where he was I would be out there looking for him right now. But there is absolutely no trace of him out there anywhere. Even his scent just vanished, like if he was never there to begin with," Derek explained for what felt like the umpteenth time.
Deaton looked on at a distance, face scrunched up in deep thought, and a hand cupped his chin the way it always did when he was trying to concentrate. The good news about that was that it meant he was close to figuring it all out. After what felt like an eternity he took in a deep breath and said "Angels."
Scott tilted his head to the side in confusion "Angels?"
"Angels," Deaton confirmed.
"Angels? What the hell would angels want with Stiles? Small, gangly, weak Sti—" Derek began.
"Wait! Angels are real!?" Scott exclaimed.
Derek looked at him with an unimpressed look "Yes Scott, angels are real. I don't know why you look so surprised."
"Well excuse me, but I just never thought it was possible" Scott huffed.
"Scott…you're a werewolf. You're not supposed to be possible either, but here we all are" Derek said like if he was speaking to a child.
Scott looked like he was about to argue when Deaton interjected, "If angels have him, then he could be in serious trouble."
"I don't understand. What could angels possibly want with him? They can't use him as a vessel, he would probably explode. They have to know that right?" Derek asked Deaton.
"Explode?!Stiles is going to explode?!" Scott exclaimed.
Derek just glared at him, while Deaton answered "That's not probable. From what Derek has told us, it sounds like Stiles knew the angel and had some sort of pact with him. I doubt Stiles would volunteer to be a vessel knowing full well the consequences."
"Then what was he doing with that angel?" Scott asked.
"That's something you would have to ask him," Deaton stated.
"Well how do we do that when we have no idea where he is?" Derek demanded.
"Have you tried calling him?" Deaton asked.
Scott and Derek both turned to stare at each other while Scott muttered, "Oh."
"Oh? Please tell me you guys have tried to call him?" Deaton asked incredulously.
Both continued to stare at each other in silence.
"Derek? Scott?" Deaton waited patiently.
"Well…I just assumed whoever took him would make sure no one could find him," Derek explained.
"I thought Derek had already tried so I didn't even bother texting him," Scott said as he looked between Derek and Deaton while pulling out his phone with lightning speed.
Scott waited as he heard the continued ring at the other end. Finally Stiles answered, "Heeeeeeey buddy. How's it hanging?"
"Stiles! Where are you?!" Scott demanded, eyes abruptly meeting Derek's. It was obvious that he was listening to whatever Stiles was saying at the other end. Deaton on the other hand just waited patiently with his arms folded across his chest.
"Um…okay, don't freak out. Keep in mind that I'm still in the United States and—" Stiles said trying to make light of the situation before being interrupted by Scott.
"STILES!" Scott demanded.
"Louisiana! I'm in Louisiana," Stiles cringed waiting for Scott's response.
"Louisiana?! What are you doing in Louisiana?!" Scott exclaimed.
"Well…I'm kinda helping some friends out with a little problem—" Stiles began.
"Friends? You mean your angel friends? And what kind of problem?" Scott asked putting much emphasis on certain words; especially on the word angel since he still couldn't believe they were real.
"Yeah Scott…friends," Stiles scoffed "I do have other friends you know. And it's just one angel, the others are human so you can chill man."
Suddenly there was a gruff voice at the other end "Come on Stiles! We gotta get a move on!"
Both Derek and Scott locked eyes and became very rigid and tense at the sound of an unknown person. Seeing the change in Derek and Scott made Deaton stand up straight, looking back and forth between them.
"Look I gotta go, okay? I'll call you when I can and—"
Stiles was cut off again by the gruff voice "Stiles!"
"Bye!" Stiles exclaimed cheerily.
"No! Stiles, wait! What probl—" Scott began, but Stiles had already hung up.
"So what now?" Derek looked at Scott.
"We go get Stiles. That's what," Scott looked at Derek incredulously.
"We don't even know where he is Scott. Look, he said he would call back when he could. So until then," Derek inhaled deeply "we wait. Wherever he is at, the Alpha Pack isn't. So it can't be that bad. Plus, he sounded…okay. Happy."
"You want us to wait? And what…do nothing?" Scott asked, face twisted with worry.
"No, not nothing. We figure out a plan," Derek turned to face Deaton, locking eyes with him "tell us everything you know about angels."