So sorry about the delay, guys. I had a couple of busy weeks at college, but i think i will be able to finish this and maybe even start to draft season 4 before the classes began again.

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7. Letharia Vulpina

Dexter was still sleeping when the trouble began outside the hospital. It didn't take long for him to wake up and know he had to go see what was happening. It was probably something with his friends. They were always involved.

He ran downstairs in time to see Isaac being carried on a stretcher, the doctors and nurses around him trying to make him feel better.

"What happened?" He asked to a worried Allison, who was following the doctors. They didn't let her enter the room where they would work on Isaac.

She looked at Dexter and shook her head, too shocked to reply with more than a: "He saved my life."

When Dexter saw Scott and Derek entering the hospital, he knew he could get information that is more precise from them. The girl needed to calm down first, while he needed to understand what was going on. He went a few floors up, to the hospital's cafeteria. While he ate a sandwich, Dexter heard Scott describe the last events. He and Derek realizing that the dark spirit the Onis where looking for was possessing Stiles, who guided them to the electrical power panel where a wire was intentionally released to cause problems; how Isaac ended up getting a big electrical charge trying to protect Allison and, at the end, Kira absorbed all the energy in front of everyone.

Dexter finished chewing slowly, trying to process all. When there was no more food on his mouth, he stared at the werewolves in front of him. "How long did I sleep?"

Scott laughed involuntarily, not knowing why that was funny. Maybe the fact that finally someone acknowledged something that was already rooted on his mind, how everything turned bad so freaking fast. "Half an hour, I think."

"Wow." Dexter sighed. He put his elbows on the table and leaned his head on his hands. "But Isaac is gonna be okay, right? He is a werewolf."

"Yes, he will." Derek assured him, nodding. "He just need some time to heal the burns. Should take a while, but he will be fine."

"Okay, what about Stiles? Do we have any idea where he is or…"

"None." Scott interrupted him. "And I'm really too tired to think about it. We need to rest, all of us. Tomorrow Isaac will be better and we can think on how to get to Stiles and solve whatever is going on."

"I think that's a good idea." Dexter turned around to reach his pocket and get this wallet.

"My house?" Scott offered.

Dexter shook his head. "I'll try to take Allison home first. Or at least keep her company."

"You need to rest too, Dexter." Derek warned him, not happy with the druid's choice.

"I need a lot of things that aren't happening right now, Derek." He yawned. "Just go home, I will see what I do around here."

They obeyed, knowing it would take a lot more work to change Dexter's mind. So, the boy brought two cups of coffee and took one to Allison, who seemed like never left the spot she was an hour before.

The hunter didn't want to go home and that didn't surprise Dexter at all. Maybe if it were the other way around, he wouldn't leave too. After all, Isaac was at the hospital because he saved her. If it wasn't for him, it would be her. Dexter made a mental note to thank the werewolf after. He could heal, she couldn't.

He ended up looking for things to distract them while they waited. He complained about the nurse, talked about his dreams, anything to keep him awake. He didn't wanted to close his eyes and see his mother again. Not after what she said.

When he heard it the first time, it didn't make a lot of sense. But now he knew about Stiles… He understood more than he wished for. She was probably wrong; she didn't even existed, she was just an echo from his subconscious, who probably knew as much as he conscious mind did. Nothing.

He slept without realizing and had more nightmares. Luckily, it wasn't his mother this time, just the nurse he was complaining about before. Well, one more reason for him not to like her. When the sun came up and he saw Allison was sleeping, he stood up and went to buy more coffee, losing count of how many cups he drank. While he was putting the change on his pocket, he heard this phone ringing.

"How is Isaac?" The bossy werewolf asked on the other side, making Dexter roll his eyes.

"I don't know, Derek, nobody let us see him. But I'm getting worried, if he was okay, they wouldn't keep us outside."

"He should be healed at this point, or at least conscious." Derek said, his worried appearing in every word.

"You didn't really went home to sleep, did you?"

"No." He confessed. "I was looking for more information about Nogtisunes, something that could help."

"And what did you find?" Dexter got inside the elevator and pushed the button to the floor Allison was.

"Not much. Just that they are tricky, they want to provoke chaos, destruction and they are extremely dangerous."

"Of course they are, because an evil spirit that would only give us a bad headache was too much to ask." Dexter sighed. "I'll call Scott, we should go to school or something like that. If I learn anything I'll let you know."

"Okay. And be careful, Dexter. We don't know how much control Stiles has over what he is doing, so…"

"Yes." Dexter replied, leaving he elevator. "He is dangerous too."

He didn't find Allison when he got to the place both of them were seated before and he thought maybe the girl went to the bathroom. He decided it was a good moment to call Scott, but the werewolf didn't answer; it went straight to voice mail. When he turned around, he saw Allison looking even more desperate than before.

She shook her head. "I'm sorry, we couldn't wait for you, Ms. McCall has a key card, but it had to be fast and…"

"So?" He looked any sign he would get good news. He didn't find any.

She knew he could read right through her. "He is not healing."

"What?" He couldn't understand. "How…"

"I don't know."

She almost couldn't talk, so caught up on her doubts and fears she was. He saw Scott and Mrs. McCall behind her, who just nodded, conforming what she said. They felt as bad as she was.

Dexter shook his head, not ready to give up. "It's gonna be alright, okay?"

He approached the girl and hugged her, not caring about the lack of physical contact they maintained since they met. She needed comfort, need someone to remind her that even though things were tough, they would find a solution. They wouldn't stop until they do. If he had to be that person, so be it.

Mrs. McCall decided that Scott and Dexter had to go to school and didn't leave any chance of complain. Dexter knew when a battle was lost, so he got on Scott's motorcycle still yawning. They didn't take long to get to school, especially because Dexter wasn't paying any attention to what was happening around him. They found Kira and Dexter barely heard Scott and her conversation about the Nogtisunes, since it was nothing more than Derek had said to him before. He heard the coach's speech about Isaac even less. He was happy so many people cared about his friend, but he had bigger things in mind at that point. Allison, Isaac, Stiles, it was like he was failing to everyone around him.

Dexter used to get better control over his emotions, but the consequences of the sacrifice made everything get even worse. Just another bad thing accumulating on his mind. He felt Scott pulling him by the arm to behind the lockers, where the twins were waiting for them. He didn't even realized the werewolves were there.

"No Stiles, no demonic ninjas." One of them said, but Dexter were too distracted to figure out which one.

"Things are getting too quiet." The other continued.

"Yeah, I know." Scott sighed. "It's making me nervous, too."

They stopped talking, bending theirs head to the right. Dexter stared at the three of them, confused.

"What is wrong?"

"A sound." Scott explained. "It's an emitter. One of Argent's."

They started to follow the sound through the locker room until the basement. They gone down the stairs and when reached the place, they could see the shadow of someone. It was easy to recognize Stiles. What was difficult was to know if it was really him.

"Okay," he raised his arms in a sign of surrender, "I know what you guys are thinking, but it's me. I swear to God, it's me."

The twins ran on his direction before Scott or Dexter could take any decision if it was their friend or not. They pushed him against the locker, but before they could go any further, Dexter raised his hand. The color of his eyes changed, as it usually did when he used his powers. The twins were threw on the other side of the basement. Stiles dropped the emitter widening his eyes. Scott put a hand in front of Dexter, trying to keep him from getting closer.

"Dude, you have to stop throwing people around, I could manage it." The Alpha complained.

"I'm still trying to control it, Scott, I'm working on that." He promised.

"Maybe you can try to do that before you break my ribs or something." Aiden, who Dexter this time could recognize, said trying to stand up.

"You shouldn't jump on my friends, anyway." The druid turned to Stiles, suddenly remembering the boy was still there. "You are my friend, right?"

"Yes, I swear, it's me." He said quickly, afraid of any unexpected reaction. "I don't know where I've been the last two days or what I've been doing, but this is me. I promise."

"Can you make sure, Dex?" Scott asked. "You know, with your powers."

"Well…" He shrugged. "It looks like Stiles, it talks like Stiles and, even though this is something really weird to say, it feels like Stiles." He frowned with that. "But he was just like that in the last couple of days, so I don't know how much I can help in that department."

"You have to believe me. It's me." Stiles pleaded.

"You know what happened at the hospital?" Aiden asked.

"I know more than that." He went to his bag that was on the floor. He crouched down and got a blue paper that was inside of it. "You see this? It's a blueprint of the hospital's electrical wiring. You see all these markings in red?" He pointed at the marks. "That's my handwriting."

Scott crouched down too.

"I know I did this. I caused the accident." Stiles said slowly, trying not to make eye contact with anyone. Dexter could see how he felt bad about all of that. He could feel it too.

"Stiles, I don't think you…"

"Everything in this bag," he interrupted Dexter, still not ready for the words of support, "it's all stuff that could be part of something bigger."

The others crouched down, looking at the tools that were also inside the bag. Ethan took one of them and then turned to Stiles.

"What the hell have you been up to?"

Stiles sighed. "I think something worse. A lot worse."

They took the bag to a table, where they could examine the content better. They started to take everything off it and spread on the piece of furniture.

"You are supposed to be the smart one, Dexter. What can he be trying to do?" Aiden asked and it seemed more like a dare than actually trust in the other intelligence.

"If you are trying to be funny, I can just throw you against that wall again and save us some valuable time."

"Guys, as fun as it is to hear you guys fighting as if you were three years old," Stiles complained, frustration present in his voice, "can we please concentrate on the task at hand?"

"Okay." Dexter sighed, glancing again to the tools. He then got a piece of folded paper. "Well, this is obviously a map."

He opened the paper to see the marked line that Ethan followed with his index finger.

"Isn't that the cross country trail?" The werewolf asked.

"That's the Tate car. Where Malia Tate's family died." Scott said when the line ended.

"You mean that's where her father put the steel-jawed traps." Stiles reminded them.

"Guys…" Dexter said when he realized the clothes he was wearing, "aren't we supposed to be running there? With the rest of the class?"

As soon as he finished talking, the five teenagers gathered everything and ran to Stiles' jeep.

"So, what's our course of action?" Dexter asked.

"You are around long enough to understand we know what we are doing." Stiles explained and Dexter shook his head.

Scott faced Dexter, who now was pushing the twins so he could fit in the back seat of the car. "Just… Make everybody stop running."

That was easier said than done, especially because some people decided to separate from the group. Like Kira, who decided to show off her powers by passing everybody else or Danny who was making out with Ethan at the root of some random tree.

When they were able to stop the others, Stiles crouched down to get a metallic a ring that was on the floor. The ring was hooked to a chain that he was slowly pulling.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Dexter asked beside him. The boy just shrugged, not knowing what else to do. He kept pulling and, when there was no more chain left, another ring appeared.

"Congratulations, Stilinski." The Coach clapped. "You found a metal chain." He started to walk towards the others. "Now can someone please tell me what's going on?"

When he took a step forward, he didn't see a stretched string near the ground. Scott tried to warn him, but it was too late. An arrow appeared out of nowhere hitting him at the stomach. The students were too shocked to react at first. They only started to come closer when the man fell, the blood starting to show through his shirt.

The teacher began to scream while Stiles tried to keep the bleeding at minimum. "Take it off, take it off!"

At this point, Scott and Dexter were already on the ground too, the others giving them space basically because they didn't know what else to do.

"Take it off. I'm gonna die. Take it off."

"Coach, you are not gonna die." Stiles tried to calm him. "You need to stop moving."

"You need to stop yelling right now." Dexter asked and, when the man didn't obeyed, he slapped him in the face.

"You hit me!" He yelled again.

"Stop yelling!" Dexter yelled, joining Stiles at the job of staring at Scott. They wanted him to use his powers to lower his pain, at least until the ambulance got there.

Aiden and Ethan started to advert the other students while Scott used his power. The coach ended up fainting.

When Dexter raised his head to look at Stiles, he could see the desperation in his eyes. It was like the silence made him realize the blood on his hands, what was really happening there. "I could have killed him. I could have killed him, right? What if it was his head or his throat?"

"But it wasn't." Dexter said before he completely lost it.

"And he's going to be all right." Scott promised.

They heard the sound of an ambulance and were relieved by that. Soon enough the place was packed with cops and the Sheriff arrived, so completely happy at the sight of his son.

Dexter got back to the car, trying to give them some privacy. He knew the man was worried sick all night. And there was also the fact that the whole thing seemed too simple for a Nogtisune or what they knew about the creature.

He started to look at the trunk of the vehicle and found something that made him call for Scott.

"Look at that." He showed a wrapper paper. "It's the same paper we used for that present for Coach. And this material… It's too simple, too direct. What if this is all a distraction? If everybody is responding here, than the school is free…"

"Free for what?"

"An explosive. That what he can build with this."

Scott didn't lose any time, running to school after telling Dexter to repeat everything to the Sheriff.

Stiles was nervous inside his father's car while they were driving back to school. The vehicle shook because of the speed and the irregular ground, but they got there in time to see officer Parish entering a bus where a kid was holding the device. He had anti-explosive training because of the army, the Sherriff told them.

When the man said on the radio that there was no bomb, but that something weird had happened, showing a sign with the Sherriff's name on it, the man took a few seconds to connect the info on his mind and understand what was going on. When he did, he saw Dexter on his phone.

"You need to get out of there now!"

The two of them got to the same conclusion. That was another distraction, since the real bomb was hidden at the police station. They ran there, but it was too late. The blast had already happened and there was a lot of injured cops. Mr. Argent and Derek were there too, trying to help as much as possible, but being unsuccessful.

Dexter wanted to help, but didn't know how. Maybe if he understood his powers better he could do something, but not there. Not when he could feel the pain of all those people, because apparently that was a good time for him to start to feel everything around him.

He felt a hand pulling him outside and saw it was Kira. He barely understood her when she said the Onis were coming. But when the information sank in, he searched for Stiles and made everything he could to take him away from there.

They got inside the jeep again and drove to Deaton's clinic. However, when they arrived, the Onis were there, as if they were waiting for them. Scott throw the keys to his friend.

"Stiles, get in!" He yelled before transforming himself and start to fight the Onis.

"You need to get in too." Stiles called when he saw Dexter and Kira were not going to the door. They decided to take anything they could to help Scott stop the Onis.

Dexter hoped the training he had with Chris Argent could help him. He had a good performance with the man, but he certainly wasn't as able as Kira, who took a sword from one of the Onis and started to really fight. All the druid could do was escape their attacks, and he wasn't sure he could always do that.

Things took a turn to the worse when one of the Onis were able to hurt Scott, sticking a sword across his body. The last thing Dexter could register was Kira's scream before he lost conscious. His eyes changed color again and he wasn't sure how he did what he did after. But he approached the Oni that was closest to him and sank his hand to his stomach. He pulled his hand, revealing a bug between his fingers. When he squeezed it, the creature became dust right in front of them.

He did the same with all the Onis around them before he got back to himself. When his eyes got back to normal, he fainted. His luck was that Kira was next to him and got in on time for him not to fall.

The girl pulled him inside the clinic, while Stiles helped Scott get there. She left the druid on a chair and went to Scott, ready to take the sword from him and allow the werewolf to heal himself. Stiles didn't let her. He took her arm and smashed her head against a table.

Scott knew at that moment it wasn't Stiles. The boy got closer to his friend, twisting the sword on his stomach. Scott screamed in pain, not being able to stop it. The other had fun with the sound, saying he was fed by chaos and how Scott took away all that pain he wanted back.

"You need to learn, Scott…" He said, enjoying every second of that, "you can't trust a fox."

"Or a druid." Dexter said before sinking a needle on Stiles' neck.