The next morning Stiles awoke to what seemed like a million text messages from Scott. They ranged from asking where he was, needed to know where he was, who he was with, one saying how they were going to get Deaton to try to help them find him, and another talking about how it wasn't fair to worry his boyfriend. So apparently, Derek hadn't filled the others in on their breakup or his douchiness of epic proportions.

"Bastard," Stiles unknowingly muttered. When he looked up to see if anybody had heard him, he noticed that the others were gone.

Stiles was pissed beyond belief at Scott's comment that he decided it was best to just skip to the last text, which was in all caps: DUDE CALL ME!

As he sat on the motel bed, whose sheets probably hadn't been washed, he debated on whether to call Scott back or get back to him later when he was less pissed. He got up and paced around the room and found a note from Sam that said they had gone out for breakfast and that they would be back soon. Stiles looked down at his phone and decided that it was best to get the call out of the way because as soon as the guys returned they would probably want to get down to business.

He walked over and sat on the old chair by the door with the cracked leather. He took a deep breath and dialed Scott. It only rang once before he answered, "Stiles! Dude you gotta let me know what's going on. We're all worried over here."

"Sorry man. Had kind of a hectic night," Stiles explained softly.

"Well you gotta let us know what's going on. I mean Derek is already forming a plan. Deaton has filled us in on ways to summon angels and Derek wants to try in order to get you back here and—" Scott rambled on.

"Wow wow wow. Hold on there Scotty. That…is a terrible idea and I mean terrible. With a capital T. Plus, how would he even know which angel to summon. He could summon one of the megadouches and bam you're all dead," Stiles explained.

"Well he said that you were screaming the name Castiel so we assumed that was the angel," Scott said.

"Oh…" Stiles responded.

"Yeah…and what do you mean megadouches? Are there angels after you? Is that why they took you?" Scott sounded defensive of his friend.

"Megadouches, as in they think they can do whatever they want because the ends will justify their means. And no, angels are not after me. I told you that Cas is my friend and he didn't take me, I called for him. He's a good guy. Angel? Angel-guy? Whatever. Point is, he's one of the good ones," Stiles rambled.

"So then what's going on?" Scott asked exasperated.

There was a long paused before Stiles could speak. It seemed like there was a rock in his throat and when he tried to speak his throat literally closed up. He had to cough a couple of times before he could get the words out.

"Derek broke up with me," he spoke in a horse whisper.

"Wh-what? He-he didn't say any—" Scott was baffled.

"Anything? Yeah, I figured as much," Stiles scoffed.

"Is that why you left? Why you had that angel come get you? Are-are you leaving us?" Scott sounded like a kicked puppy and Stiles could just picture the epic puppy dog eyes that Scott would be shooting at him.

"No man. You're my best friend—my brother. I would never leave you—at least not permanently. I just couldn't handle it all, you know?" Stiles was beginning to choke up.

"Yeah man I get it. Take your time over there as long as you're not in any trouble," Scott paused before he took a deep inhale, "you know you can talk to me, right Stiles? I know I can be kinda dense sometimes, but I am here yaknow?"

"Yeah, I know. And Scott?" Stiles asked while holding his breath.

"Yeah?" Scott said softly.

"About that little problem that I mentioned before. Yeah…it's kiiiinda not so small now," Stiles' wince was audible.

"What do you mean not so small?" Scott asked, already knowing the answer wasn't going to be anything good.

"Um…well you know…the kind that is considered to be relatively of a more grand proportion than one might have previously thought. Some might even consider it to be…oh I don't know? kiiinda large I suppose," Stiles continued to explain as his voice grew higher and higher.

Scott sighed loudly at the other end before he answered, "Stiles, just spit it out."

"There are murderous werewolves here," Stiles said matter-of-factly.