Jackson was tapping his fingers impatiently against the hardwood table of Derek's house, and it was grating on Isaac's last nerves, so he solved the problem by smashing his fist on top of Jackson's hand. A satisfied smirk made its way across his face as he heard the undeniable sound of bones crunching and snapping. Jackson sucked in a sharp breath between clenched teeth before it turned into a growl as he felt his hand heal the broken bones, his eyes snapped to Isaac's as his unharmed hand quickly reached out and fisted his shirt and harshly drew Isaac's face to his.
"If you had a damn problem with me, use your words."
Unfazed by his actions, Isaac shrugged his shoulders'
"I've always lived by the motto, 'actions speak louder then words'."

Jackson growled again, this time his other hand, now completely healed, turning into a fist about to connect it to the side of Isaac's face in order to wipe that infuriating smirk from his face, but it was stopped by Derek. Boyd who had stayed silent and entertained by the spectacle before him, finally spoke up,
"And it was just about to get good."
He chuckled lightly as he looked up to his Alpha, who merely raised an eyebrow at him and pulled apart the two young Betas,
"Enough, you two."
Just as Jackson was about to respond, with no doubt a snarky comment, they heard a car pull up outside. From her place against the wall Erica sighed,
"Finally."
But when she opened the door, she wasn't looking in the faces of the two late boys,
"What are you doing here?"
Lydia spoke, flipping her strawberry hair over her shoulder and brushing past the werewolf to sit on Jackson's lap,
"Scott called us and told us - practically ordered us - to come here."
Erica widened the door in order to inform Allison that she wasn't holding any grudges to the hunter, this was bigger then both of them. As Allison walked by they exchanged small smiles as she took a seat next to the happy couple. Just then Scott burst through the door that was on its way to closing, followed by an out of breath, stumbling Stiles. Scott was quick to stop any comments about their lateness,
"Sorry! We were with Lissa, she needed us!"
He pointed to Stiles still wet shirt. Erica leaned forward to examine it, but Jackson spoke,
"That out of shape Stilinski? No wonder coach benches you so often."
Erica snapped at him,
"It's not sweat you asshole. If you used your nose you would have known that."
Derek finally spoke, his voice rough,
"Why does it smell like tears and Lissa?"
He was walking forward, awaiting an answer along with the rest of the room. Stiles spoke still out of breath and with sadness in his voice,
"Because she was crying. Sh-she broke down a few hours ago and was crying for a really long time. I've never seen anyone so…desperate."
"This…'meeting' is about her isn't it."
Scott nodded.

Then they heard the sound of another car pull up and two squeaky doors slamming shut. Scott turned to open the door and the two Winchester brothers' walked through, confidence and concern rolling off them in waves. Derek looked at the two then to Scott raising an eyebrow, but a rough voice answered him,
"She is our sister and she's dying in front of us. We're helping her, she ain't gonna ask us for it, hell she just told us about it last night and it's been happening for about two weeks. We're gonna gank this son of a bitch with or without your help."
Derek wasn't going to deny them, Dean was right, he was only asking Scott why he didn't know non-werewolves, specifically hunters, were coming to this meeting.
"I wasn't going to protest, I want this thing and that damn Kamina gone. What I want to know is…what the hell is going on with her?"
Sam rubbed his big hand over his face as he let out a harsh sigh he walked to take a seat as he answered,
"She's been having nightmares for the past two weeks, same thing too. A tall, faceless, businessman with tentacles. She doesn't get any sleep after she wakes up, she has actually stayed up through out the night in order to not have this nightmare. She isn't herself lately, spacing out, jumpy, snapping at people…I would have guessed she was possessed if it wasn't for the fact we knew she still had her tattoo intact."
Stiles jumped in then, excited to be able to share information not even her brothers' knew about,
"She's also seeing things now, I'm guessing the dude from her nightmares seeing as how she reacted. And during lunch today she started coughing but towards the end she started coughing up blood. They,"
He pointed to the supernatural teens amongst the group,
"Smelled the blood, but she told me and Scott when we were at her house after practice."
Stiles plopped himself down in the chair next to Isaac with a satisfied smile on his face, but it was quickly wiped off when Isaac landed a smack to the back of his head, when he was about to yell at him Isaac gave him a glare,
"Nice one, idiot."
Derek's voice cut off any retort Stiles was about to produce,
"She coughed up blood at lunch and I'm just hearing about this now?!"
His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it, where everyone in the room knew if they said the wrong thing someone was going to be beheaded. Sam and Dean looked to werewolf skeptically prepared to put him down if they had to. Sure he cared for Valissa, but they still didn't like the fact the she was dating a werewolf and an Alpha no less. Dean put a hand on Derek's shoulder causing the untrustworthy-of-hunters werewolf to stiffen and turn his head to glare at him,
"We just found out about everything that drugged up Energizer Bunny said, you don't see Sammy and I about to rip someone here a new one. A clear head will help us figure out what it is, how to kill it, and a way to kill it. We want this thing gone too, it's our sister we're talking about. We'll figure it out and stop it."
Then Dean stepped past Derek taking his hand off his shoulder and leaning on the table,
"Now, if any of you are holding back any more information at all…now would be the time to speak up."

Everyone exchanged looks with each other, when no one spoke up Dean sighed. Stiles was leaning back in his chair having it balancing on the back legs when he remembered the picture he took. Suddenly he was a blur of his own tangling limbs as he tried to get his phone from his pocket while simultaneously trying to put his chair in its correct position, but it went wrong quickly. His chair fell backwards, him with it, Isaac was too busy trying to defend himself from Stiles' flailing ligaments that he couldn't reach out and save him before he went crashing to the floor. After a moment of silence, Stiles shot his hand up, phone clutched tightly to display the picture to everyone, groaning out an explanation,
"This. She drew this on her algebra homework."
Everyone crowded around his phone in order to get a good look, aside from Scott who looked at everyone's faces to see if a sign of recognition would flash across one of their faces, he came up empty handed. Sam spoke,
"We'll talk to Bobby about this…Garth too, see if they know what it means and look through Dad's journal. Allison get your hands on the bestiary and see if there is anything in there. Derek, you and Peter look through his stuff and see if anything comes up. Stiles I want you to do your thing and research this, find out whatever you can, we've come to learn that nothing out there is just myth. We'll see if Cas can help, but we're not too certain if he'll come, he and Dean got into an argument-"
"Dude, he was talking about the pizza man again!"
"I don't care! Hopefully Gabriel will want to help as well; he and Lissa are uncomfortably close to each other. We can't do anything about this if we don't know what it is, that right now is our main priority."
Peter emerged from the shadows, now Stiles understands how Derek is so good at that.
"No need to go research."
At that Stiles sighed mournfully, he was more useful with that part of the whole plan. Allison looked at him suspiciously,
"Why?"
"Because I know what it is."
They all waited for him to continue, but when he didn't Dean got impatient,
"And…? What the hell is it?"
"Slender Man."