A/N: (I wrote this A/N just after Allison's death)
I am not okay on so many levels right now. I'm an actual mess. I'm so far in denial I'm in Egypt, and I don't even care. I literally just watched the episode (Insatiable), and I'm crying all over the place and that waS NOT OKAY NOT ALLISON WHY ALLISON. I would have been okay. I said I'd be okay if it were anyone but the Sheriff, Stiles, Allison or Derek. I would've died a little, but I could've handled Scott dying, or Lydia, fuck, even Mama McCall, but NOT ALLISON. I had so much trouble even getting the motivation to write anything, I'm just so sad.
Yeah, I am so not sticking to the 3B plotline because IT SUCKS ASS.
Asjda. I'm okay. I'm okay. Danny is the light of my life and he makes things okay.
The reviews I've gotten just light up my days, I'm telling you. Thank you to all of those who reviewed, you guys are great. And I'm glad some of you liked the crossover, I was a little wary of it, I wasn't sure if you guys would like it or not, but it seems to have gone down pretty well. So, yay, and a big thank you to: StopTheBully, Bigun03, imrid-amrad-ursul (thank you for the face claim look out!), Atomicity(were you previously easythrowaway?)(I liked Stiles' lying rules too, I enjoyed them. Also, I wanted to add more suspense to the Winchesters, because I've been wanting to bring them in since I started this, but I just got SO EXCITED and I couldn't wait anymore. Haha), and guests Julia, ZizFox and the guest who reviewed with 'SWEET BABY JESUS' (love it). Also, IrisstoneHPfan, your review made me feel really great, I'm glad you're so enthusiastic about the crossover and everything (I can't wait for them to fall in love either, and I too prefer it when Stiles' is possession-free, haha). It's lovely to hear such nice things about both my story and writing, and I had the biggest grin reading your review, so thank you (PS, reviews like that are never a waste of my time, I love them). I love you all!
I don't own Teen Wolf. Shock Horror. If I did, that NEVER WOULD'VE HAPPENED EVER.
I also don't own Supernatural. Shock Horror.
"Okay, I didn't think he was serious with the whole 'back up' thing. Who the hell are they?"
"I don't know. I know their names, Sam and Dean Winchester, that's all I know." Allison shook her head sadly at Stiles, who was just as shocked as she was when she told him the news as soon as she got to school.
"The Winchesters? Isn't that a gun? God, that can't be good. We're so screwed."
"We have to tell her."
"Allison, I'd be very surprised if Scott wasn't listening in right now. You really think he's gonna let us just waltz up to her and try to give her a head start?" Stiles looked around from their spot on one of the benches outside the school, noticing Isaac leaning against the wall near a set of doors in a manner Stiles assumed was supposed to be casual. It definitely wasn't.
"Well, no. But we have to do something. If we don't, she could be walking to her own death without even realising it. I tried telling my dad that she's not someone we have to worry about, but he wouldn't listen; I'm pretty sure they're planning an attack right now."
"So they can't be talked down at all?" Allison shook her head, a pained look on her face. "Okay. Alright, we'll just…God, when did we all become this divided? We're supposed to be in this together, it's not supposed to be like this; all the sneaking around and doing things behind each other's backs and not trusting each other." Stiles turned to Allison. She looked how he felt; frustrated and deflated and utterly disappointed in all of them. "We'll never make it like this. We're stronger together, we're supposed to be a pack… We're supposed to protect those who can't protect themselves, right?"
"Yeah, we are." Allison straightened from the slouch she was in, and picked her chin up. "And that's exactly what we're going to do." She stood up, gestured for Stiles to do the same, and they made their way towards the doors into the school. Isaac was standing in the same spot, talking to Lydia, and Allison smiled a small, slightly bitter smile. "Isaac? Are you listening?" The wolf cocked his head, Lydia looking over his shoulder at them as he spoke to her, and Isaac nodded. Allison's smile grew. "Good. You can tell your alpha that the promise I made him no longer stands. I'm not going to stand back and watch as an innocent girl is hunted and killed by my own kind, just because I made some goddamn promise to someone who obviously doesn't trust my judgement. I have a code, and I'm sticking to it. So screw Scott. Screw my dad. And screw anyone who stands in the way of me living by that code. And don't think I won't put an innocent person's life before any of yours if you put me in that situation. Get it?" Stiles caught sight of the slightly more jerky nod from Isaac, and the confused look Lydia sent the wolf. "You make sure Scott gets it too." Isaac grabbed Lydia's arm and dragged her into the school quickly, both of them sending looks over their shoulders as they went.
"I have to say," Stiles turned back to Allison, who was still watching the doors, with wide eyes and raised eyebrows. "I'm impressed. That was pretty…'Allison', actually. That was very 'Allison'." She smiled and ducked her head before he face took on a more solemn tone.
"No, you were right, Stiles. We protect those who cannot protect themselves, and that's exactly what we're going to do."
"Adria!"
Ade turned from her locker to the direction of the noise, and she heard Cora groan from behind her as she caught sight of Allison and Stiles coming towards her too. Cora stepped around Ade to stand between them, and Ade just scoffed.
"Really?"
"Shut it," she threw over her shoulder. She turned back to Allison and Stiles, who had slowed to a stop right in front of them. "What do you want?"
"To talk to Ade."
Cora scoffed. "I don't think McCall would like that. I know how he prefers to keep you two on a pretty short leash."
"Cora, it's fine."
"It's not fine, Ade. They've been treating you like you're a piece of dirt that would kill them if they stepped on it."
"No one's stepping on me, Cor."
"Actually, we're trying to help." Though Cora was stood between them like a (not-quite-human) barricade, Stiles ignored her and was talking directly to Ade, eyes focused on hers. Cora scoffed again, narrowing her eyes as they flicked between Allison and Stiles.
"Uh huh. And what help would Scott's little lackeys be giving us?"
"Listen, we get it." Stiles leaned back against the lockers besides Ade's as Allison shuffled her weight from foot to foot. "Scott's been way out of line lately, and yes, we've stuck by him all this time and defending him, because he's just trying to do what he thinks is right. But now we're trying to help you."
Ade's eyebrows furrowed. "Why?"
"My dad found out. About you." Allison reeked of guilt, and Cora's face turned stormy.
"What about her, exactly?"
Stiles rolled his eyes. "Oh, you know, just the little things. Her favourite colour, whether she prefers sweet or salty popcorn, the fact that she's half a demon!"
"Would you shut up, you complete moron!" Cora hissed, smacking his shoulder. "Anyone could hear you."
"Oh, please, if Scott doesn't know by now, it won't be us that tells him."
"How do you even – wait. What do you mean, it won't be you who tells him?"
"That's why we're here." Allison stepped forward, straight past Cora as she huffed and leant back against the lockers, rolling her eyes. "My dad found out. He and Scott have a sort of agreement; they help each other. And if either of them ask for help in bringing you down, the other will give it. While Stiles and I won't help either of them, Scott has a pack, and my dad is a highly skilled hunter with decades of experience."
"Ade has her own pack," Cora argued. "Scott may technically be our alpha, but Ade became part of our pack long before he did. We grew up with her. We can take on a couple of bitten werewolves and a hunter."
"My dad called in backup. A couple of other hunters – brothers. I don't know them, what they're like, but my dad says they're the best at what they do. And they came with an arsenal in their trunk. Think you can take them on too?" Ade saw Cora's eyes narrow, and her eyes flicked between two spaces, her gaze directed to the floor in front of them, but unfocused, like she was deep in thought.
"What? Cor, what is it?"
"These hunters, you said they were brothers?" Allison nodded at Cora's question, and the wolf bit her bottom lip, her eyes falling closed.
"Cora?"
"The Winchesters."
"You know them?" Allison asked, her eyes wide.
"Not personally, no. I've never had the pleasure. But Mom and Peter had friends who met them. A lot of them didn't live to tell the tale. Mom always told us to stay clear."
"Oh." All eyes were on Ade, waiting for her reaction to that titbit. "That's lovely. Can't wait to meet them."
"They won't get anywhere near you, don't worry about it."
"Cora, no offence, but these guys know what they're doing, and so does my dad."
"We can handle it."
"I don't know, Cor. If your mom was worried about them…"
"We'll manage. Okay? You'll be fine." Cora turned from Ade to Allison. "How much time do we have until they get here?"
"Uh." Allison looked down to the floor and sighed before she looked back up to Cora, who raised one of her eyebrows. "They, uh… They're already here?"
"What?!"
"They got here this morning. I didn't think Dad would actually call in other hunters, he usually hates asking for help. I thought it was an empty threat or something."
Cora was seething. "Do you not think that maybe it was the type of empty threat that you should tell someone about?" she asked, teeth clenched together. Allison opened her mouth to speak, but thought better and closed it, biting her lip. "If we weren't in a crowded hallway, I would break you."
"Cora."
"Alright, look. Threaten us all you want, but we're here to help."
"Oh, please, Stilinski. You're McCall's right hand man, why on earth would you go against him to help someone you barely know? For all we know, this is part of your little plot to lure Ade into the trap you've already sprung."
"Oh, my…" Stiles turned around and scrubbed a hand over his hair, his other hand resting on his hip. He swung around again, his hands still on his hips. "Okay. I don't… Listen to us; listen to our heartbeats. We're not lying he-" Cora scoffed, interrupting.
"Please. Your little Lying to Werewolves 101? Yeah, I know all about that."
"Wha-" Stiles eyes narrowed and his mouth hell open. "How?"
"Your dad is not as stealthy as he thinks he is." At Stiles' questioning tilt of his head, Cora sighed. "He mumbles while he shops. It's a good job McCall wasn't around to hear it."
"Wha – have you been tailing my dad?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Are you kidding me?!"
Allison rolled her eyes and moved closer to Ade, allowing Cora and Stiles to continue their argument. "Listen, Ade. Cora has a point, you don't know if we're lying to you, but I swear, we're not. We just want to help." Ade nodded her head, smiling slightly at the hunter. She has been the one who helped me, and trusted me to help her. Trust goes both ways.
"Okay. I believe you."
"Oh my God, Ade, you can't be serious."
"They want to help, Cor."
"We do," Stiles cut in. "Hunters are dangerous, and when a few coalesce in one area with one common enemy, they're deadly. I think we all know that."
Allison nodded, her face dark. "Ade, if they get their hands on you, they won't think twice about it; they will kill you."
Ade shrugged with an air of nonchalance that she didn't completely feel. "They can try."
Cora smiled proudly at Ade, while Allison frowned worriedly and Stiles tilted his head, narrowing his eyes before he spoke.
"Well, that's not scary as fuck."
"Ade, darling-"
"Do not call me darling, Peter."
Peter scoffed. "Sweetie?" At Ade's raised eyebrow, Peter rolled his eyes. "Fine. Adria. Would you be a dea- uh, would you be so kind as to pour me another coffee?"
"Of course. Anything for my Uncle Petey," she spoke in a voice you'd speak to a puppy with as she refilled his cup from behind the counter. They were all at the café, Ade's mom sat in between Peter and Derek, Rosa doing paperwork in her office and Cora helping Ade with the customers.
Ade hadn't wanted to worry her mom with what Allison and Stiles had told her in school that evening, but Cora had refused to keep it a complete secret, and had told the other Hales. That had meant, of course, that none of them would leave her alone. She couldn't even pee without Cora trailing around after her. It was getting weird. If it wasn't already. Which, actually…yeah, it was definitely already was.
"How was school today, honey? Are the kids being nicer?"
"Jeez, Mom, you make it sound like I'm the creepy outcast in a clichéd 80s high school movie."
"Well, she got the first part right." Derek smirked at Ade, until she accidentally squirted mustard all over his fries. He looked up at Ade with his mouth open and betrayal in his eyes, before returning to his usual frown and sulking into his soda. "I was enjoying those."
"Anyway…" Ade raised an eyebrow at Derek pointedly, who just sighed dramatically, before continuing. "School was fine, Mom."
"And are the kids being nicer?"
"Mom…" Elle simply sat there, a patient smile on her lips and a look in her eye that said she was never going to drop this. Ade sighed. "Some of them are. Allison and Stiles spent every class we have together with me, and they even sat with me at lunch." Elle nodded. "Is that enough? Can we drop the interrogation now?"
"Yes, honey, we can. If you get Derek some more fries." Ade huffed as Derek smiled brightly, placing a peck on Elle's cheek before beaming expectantly at Ade.
"Plenty of salt." Ade shook her head slowly at Derek before she turned on her heel to grab the fries.
"You can add your own salt. Work up an appetite." Ade slid the basket of fries in front of Derek as her mom smiled contentedly at everyone, from Derek with his head low over his fries, to Peter smirking at something Rosa had said as she placed a book next to his coffee, to Ade giggling behind a hand at Cora's offense to a boy shamelessly flirting with her. Ade caught her mom's smile, and smiled back happily before stealing a few fries from under Derek's nose.
"You shouldn't steal food from a hungry wolf, you know."
"Are you ever not hungry?" Derek thought about it, before shrugging.
"You have a point." Ade grinned at Derek, who went back to his beloved fries, as she reached into her apron pocket after hearing the text tone.
18:47 – Can you come out back for a minute? I need to talk to you. Alone.
The text was from Allison – that girl definitely had a thing for the dramatic 'alone' ending to a text. Ade looked up at Cora with a frown, seeing the girl was still caught up with the guy who would not take a hint and back off. Elle turned to see what Ade was looking at, before turning back with a questioning expression.
"It's nothing. Allison wanted to talk to me. She's having boy troubles." It wasn't technically a lie; Ade knew Allison was pissed at both Scott and Isaac at the moment, and wasn't on speaking terms with either of them. "She's outside."
"Why doesn't she come in?"
Ade raised her eyebrow at her mom, before looking from Rosa and Peter, to Derek and to a still occupied Cora pointedly. "I don't think she feels wanted."
Elle nodded her head slowly. "That makes sense. See if you can't convince her to come in. You can sit and chat in the warm over a coffee or something." Ade nodded and removed her apron, making her way to the kitchen and the door out to the parking lot.
"Ade-"
"Derek. It's the parking lot. If I need you, I'll scream. What's the worst that could happen in a parking lot, anyway?"
"What do you mean, you can't find your phone?"
"I mean I can't find it! I've looked everywhere, and it's not here." Allison was pulling back her duvet, throwing the pillows to the floor trying to find her phone; it definitely wasn't in the apartment.
"Are you sure you didn't leave it at school?"
"Yes, I'm sure. I had it when I got home. I called you over, remember?"
Stiles scratched the back of his neck as he winced. "Oh, yeah. Forgot."
"Can you call it for me?" Stiles nodded and whipped out his phone, scrolling through his recent calls and calling Allison's phone. He held it up to his hear, gestured to Allison that it had started ringing, and then pulled it back down again when it stopped. He frowned at his phone. "What?"
"It just… cut out."
"Did it ring?"
"Yeah, like three times. And then it stopped and went to your voicemail."
"So, someone has my phone; someone declined the call." Stiles nodded. "Except I had my phone when I got home. And no one's been here except you, my dad an-"
"And the other hunters?" Allison nodded slowly. "Why would they want your phone?"
"I don't know, mayb-"
"Oh, god, your face says you're thinking something horrible. Do me a favour and don't say it outloud."
"Ade said she was working tonight, right?"
"Yeah, so?"
"So call her."
"So her phone was just lying in the parking lot, with no owner to be seen?"
"I knew her going out there on her own was a bad idea," Derek growled. Rosa had closed the café up early once they realised Ade had gone. Derek had heard her phone ringing from the parking lot, and when she didn't pick it up and silence the tone, Derek had gone to check that she was okay, only to find that she wasn't there. Derek had answered the call when he saw it was Stiles, and he and Allison had broken several speeding limits to get to the café as quickly as they could.
"Who would have access to your phone, Allison?" Surprisingly, Elle was the calmest of the group. She had said she would feel it if Ade has hurt badly – or worse – and that she knew her daughter would be able to take care of herself until they got to her. In addition to the terrifying powers Ade had, Elle had mentioned she had taught her close combat skills since she was in middle school, too.
"Just me, my dad and…" Allison shut her eyes briefly, before straightening her shoulders and facing the group again, eyes meeting Elle's firmly. "And the hunters."
"Hunters? What hunters?"
"Wait." Stiles leant forward from beside Allison, looking from Elle to Derek and back again. "She didn't tell you?"
"She didn't want to worry you, Elle." The only time Stiles had ever seen Derek look so openly ashamed of himself was for a short period after Boyd had died, and the look shocked Stiles again now.
"No, she wouldn't keep this from me. Not unless she was really worried… Oh." Elle looked down at her hands, folded on her lap. "It's them, isn't it? The ones your mother warned us about."
Derek nodded. "The Winchesters. They're not like the Argents; these guys have been to Heaven and Hell and back. Literally, according to rumours."
Elle closed her eyes, seemingly gathering her strength, before nodding and taking a deep breath. "We better find her quickly, then."
"I'm calling Scott," Stiles added as he got out his phone. Allison frowned, and Stiles shrugged. "She came to us when we were in danger. And no matter how hard he tries to ignore it, his conscience knows returning the favour is the least he can do."
"The least you could do is carry me."
Ade had woken up to the ground moving beneath her. She was being dragged. Dragged by her ankle, along a cold, muddy floor covered in dead leaves, with her hands bound – in iron chains, clever boys – in front of her. Now that's just rude. It had taken her a minute to get her bearings – doing that while unwillingly on the move is a hard task – and when she did, she had decided to let her abductor know just how she felt about the sub-standard treatment.
Chris Argent smiled at her from over his shoulder, still tugging on her ankle as he walked. "Looks like someone's awake. I hope you slept well."
"Oh, yeah." She grunted as he tugged quite harshly to get her oven a fallen tree, and she nodded at it as she passed. "I slept like a log."
"Funny."
"Not really. So, where're you taking me? Is it somewhere warm? Do I need my passport? Should I pack a bathing suit?"
"Oh, you won't need any of those where you're going. Although, yes, it is somewhere warm. Somewhere very warm."
"Timbuktu? Though, come to think of it, Death Valley would be a much easier place to drag me to."
"Hotter."
"Oh, wow. Blistering heat, then."
"Definitely. Some say it's so hot there that your skin peels right off your body."
"Come to think of it, I'm not really sure I'd like this place. I prefer the cold, myself. Much easier to deal with than the heat. Though I do appreciate the sentiment. So if you could just drop me off here, that'd be great."
"No can do, Adria."
"You sure? You'd really be doing me a solid, and I'd happily return the favour someday."
"I don't make deals with the likes of you. My soul isn't for sale."
"C'mon, Chris. Once upon a time not so long ago, in a land not at all far, far away – I think; we could be in Timbuktu for all I know – you stood beside you daughter, the image of camaraderie and support, as she apologised to me for jumping to conclusions before getting to know me. You wouldn't want to go back on that, would you?"
"Oh, I know all about you, Adria. About your father, your background, your kind – your breed."
"Ouch, that one sure did hit home. Chris, think about Allison."
Chris stopped abruptly and turned on Ade, his eyes blazing. "I always think about Allison. Always. She is my family, my only family, and I will forever do everything in my power to keep her safe. She might resent me for this, might even hate me, but it won't last. She's a smart girl, and she knows that some evils are necessary, that sometimes we need to get our hands dirty for the sake of the greater good. She'll forgive me. Eventually." Chris bent down and grabbed Ade's ankle again, turning and continuing their journey. "And when she does, she'll thank me for finishing the job that she couldn't."
"This is her?" The two men – the Winchesters, Ade assumed – were stood in a clearing in the forest, big duffel bags at their feet. Ade didn't want to think about what was in them.
"Yes, this is her." Chris dropped her ankle again, and it landed in the leaves with a thud. If she didn't heal as quickly as she did, Ade would bet she'd be concussed to hell after that torturous journey.
"Jesus, she's just a kid," the shorter one said. If these were the Winchesters she'd heard so much about…yeah, she could definitely understand the nicknames.
"I warned you. She may look like she wouldn't be able to rip your body in half without breaking a sweat, but she can."
"Not that I've ever tried it, but hey. Thanks for the vote of confidence."
"Get up." Chris motioned for Ade to stand up from where she was still lying on the floor.
"You know what? I think I'll stay down here, thanks. I'm still a little sore from the trip up here, so…" One of the brothers, the taller one, with hair that looked both glorious and desperately in need of a trim – or a razor – made his way over to Ade, grabbed her upper arm and hauled her to her feet. "Or that too. Thanks, Sam."
"How do you know I'm not Sam? I could be Sam."
Ade smiled politely at Dean. "Not with that hair."
Sam scoffed, shook his head and walked back to Dean, who was tilting his head in an 'I'll give you that one' manner.
"Are we done with the banter?" Chris asked.
"Oh, everyone loves a bit of banter, Chris. Don't even try to front." Chris raised an eyebrow at Ade, and she smiled in response. She wasn't entirely sure what she could do right now. She couldn't run; they'd shoot her down in an instant. Sure, she might heal – though there's a chance she wouldn't with the iron – but she'd be incapacitated, even if only temporarily, and then she'd be given them time while she was down to get the job done. She couldn't turn, not with the iron cutting into her otherwise-bare wrists. She could fight, she supposed, if they got close enough, but it would be three on one, and they're more than likely heavily armed; the fight would be entirely unfair and over in seconds. So for now, she stood her ground, and did something she really hated doing under pressure. She talked. "I've heard you also love your theatrics. Dramatic entrances, witty comebacks, surprise self-sacrifices – the whole nine yards."
"I'm afraid I wouldn't agree with you there, Adria," he smirked, making his way towards her slowly. "I prefer the subtle approach."
"Uh huh. So you've never shocked a werewolf with a tazer and handcuffed your daughter to a metal pole so you could give yourself up to the wayward druid making human sacrifices around Beacon Hills, only to then later be rescued only just about in time by a couple of teenagers better at your job than you?"
Chris smirked a little, now standing in front of her, and pulled on the chains around her wrists, pulling them tighter, and remarking on the resulting blood from her wrists with raised eyebrows. "It seems they're a bit tight." He smiled arrogantly, and Ade could see the hatred in his eyes. Hatred for her. Which, ouch, was there any need for that?
"Okay, let's just get this over with." Ade looked to Dean as he spoke, realising her time was running out, and she was still without a plan. She had a feeling things were going to end badly, here, and not for them.
"C'mon, three against one? That's not a fair fight."
"Who said anything about a fight?" Dean reached into the bag at his feet, and pulled out a book before he stepped forward. Ade stepped back. "No, see, I'm just going to give you a private reading of one of my favourite books." Dean stepped forward. Ade stepped back. "This one tells the story of how some demon scum comes up out of the ground, decides to take control of the body of some poor, innocent little girl, and how we cast it back down to the fiery pits of Hell to rot for all eternity." Dean stepped forward. Ade stepped back, noticing the hard crunch of the leaves under her feet somewhere in the back of her mind.
"I think you've been mistaken. I'm not from the fiery pits of Hell."
"Sure you're not."
"Actually, she's not." Everyone turned to look for the source of the feminine voice. Allison stepped out of the shadows cast by the trees, bow in hand and string pulled taunt, arrow poised to fly, and Scott stepped up next to her, crouched and ready to run. "She's from Beacon Hills. And we'd really appreciate it if you didn't try to exorcise her."
"Allison."
"No, Dad. We have a code."
"She's dangerous."
"No, she's not. Even if we lived by our old code, you would still have no right to do this; she hasn't done anything, she hasn't hurt anyone."
"She's a demon, Allison." Sam cut in. "She doesn't need a reason or an announcement before she hurts someone. Frankly, I'm very surprised she hasn't already." Ade tried to cut in, to explain herself, but Allison tried for her anyway.
"She's different."
"She's not, none of them are." Dean shook his head, trying to reason with her, but not moving from his spot in front of Ade. "She'll turn, they always do. No matter how much you want to believe otherwise, monsters will always be just that; monsters."
Allison nodded. "You go ahead and believe that. Maybe it helps you sleep at night, but I know better. And if you do or say anything that will hurt her, I will shoot you."
Dean smiled, a little sadly, and shook his head minutely. "I don't think you will."
"Then go ahead and call my bluff. A word of warning, though; I'm a perfect shot."
"So am I." Sam had his gun raised, pointed directly at Allison, who kept her aim steady and on Dean, and Chris startled.
"Sam, put it down."
"It's just a precaution, Chris. Maybe she'll think twice about letting go of the arrow if she has a bullet with her name on it."
"Sam, put the damn gun down. She's just a kid."
"She's a hunter, Dean. With that bow, she's just as dangerous as the demon we have in chains."
"Well I don't need a bow." Scott stepped to the side, just enough that he was shielding Allison from Sam, and Ade could see his claws emerging, his fangs growing, his eyes glowing bright red. She could also see the several other pairs of gold and blue eyes peeking out from the shadows. "And neither do a lot of people around Beacon Hills."
Sam's eyebrows furrowed, his eyes roaming around the treeline while his gun stayed put; Dean, on the other hand, was whipping his whole head around to take it in – they were surrounded. Sam's eyebrows rocketed up, hiding somewhere in the mass of hair on his head, as he muttered something under his breath. He whipped around to Chris, finally lowering his gun as he did so, and stared incredulously at the Argent. "Werewolves? You have a whole pack of werewolves roaming around your city and you decide not to tell us about it when you asked us to come here? What is the matter with you?"
"The wolves aren't a problem. We have a… arrangement, of sorts. They don't bite or attack anyone; we leave them to live in peace."
"They're monsters, Chris. Just like that demon that you called us about over there. They can't even control it around the full moon."
"Actually, that's a myth." Derek stepped forward, his bright blue eyes dimming to a more human colour, the usual hard-but-also-disinterested expression on his face. "You can learn to control it, over time and with practice. The same goes for silver bullets, so don't even try it; it won't end well for you."
"We've put plenty of werewolves down with silver bullets," Sam remarked.
"Was it ever just silver?"
"Well, no, Bobby said that Gerard once mentioned lacing the bullet with wolfsbane makes it a cleaner shot, bu-" Dean looked back to Chris, his mouth open in realisation. "It's the wolfsbane."
"My father knew Bobby would never take advice from him, but he still wanted other hunters to know about the wolfsbane – that it works better when taking down wolves."
"Well, thanks for the memo. But c'mon. Chris, they're werewolves. And you guys have an arrangement?" Sam sounded utterly appalled, but Dean's face said he disagreed.
"Sam, c'mon man, we've given plenty of monsters the benefit of the doubt."
"Dean-"
"Sam, if you put these wolves down, then we're gonna have to backtrack and take down every monster we've ever let live. Including and starting with Garth."
"Garth's different."
"How? Because he was a hunter? Or because he found a pack that taught him a different way of living as a werewolf? Because that's what these guys have got going on."
"Dean, they're dangerous."
"And if they ever hurt anyone, Chris is capable enough to handle it."
"And what about this one, Dean?" He flung a hand out to gesture at Ade, who had begun to feel a little neglected with the attention elsewhere. "According to Allison, she hasn't hurt anyone. And the pack that your such a big fan of is defending her, yet you're still gonna exorcise her?"
"Sammy, we both know demons are not in the same category as other monsters."
"What about Meg? She was a demon, but she helped us, she died helping us."
"Meg was a onetime deal! And in case you forgot, she was the bad guy when we first met her. She tried to kill us! She was Yellow Eyes' daughter for Christ's sake, and if that doesn't scream 'bad guy' to you, I don't know what does!"
"My daughter, perhaps?"
Everyone turned around at the new voice, attention drawn to the now occupied spot on Ade's right. Not a foot from her stood a dark-haired man, slightly taller than Ade and dressed in a dark suit and long, black coat. He surveyed the scene quietly, before returning his attention to the Winchesters and smiling smugly.
"Hello boys."
"Crowley? What the hell are you doing here?"
"Well, Moose, that's the thing about parenthood. When I find out my little girl is being pushed around on the playground, Daddy comes to the rescue."
"Yeah, I definitely get the nicknames, now. I always thought you were exaggerating." Ade looked between Sam and Dean, using her hands to show the ridiculous difference in height between the two, and then holding her bound wrists out to Crowley. "Are you sure Sam's the little brother?"
"It took me a while, too. You'll see it, given enough time with the two boneheads." Crowley turned to Ade and, holding a cloth in his hand, unwrapped the chains from Ade's wrist as she winced in pain. After dropping the chains to the ground, he ran his hands over the cuts, healing them immediately, before turning his whole body back to the hunters as Ade brushed the mud and leaves from her tights and jacket. "Now. Is there a reason you decided to abduct and threaten my daughter?"
"Your… Daddy… Little girl?" Dean spluttered, gesturing between the two of them with a pointed finger, and looking over his shoulder to a stunned, open-mouthed Sam and then back to the two of them, repeatedly. "You…and her?"
"Yes, Squirrel, well done; you're catching on. Slowly."
"Ade, you told us you didn't know your father." Allison's eyes flicked between Ade and her target, her eyebrows furrowing. "You told us that you'd never met him."
"I lied. I'm sorry, but introducing yourself as the daughter of the King of Hell isn't exactly the best way to make friends on the first day at a new school." Allison stopped looking to Ade then, though continued to frown, her mouth tilting downwards. Ade felt something sink in her chest.
"Now, boys, I'm going to ask again." Crowley stepped forward, punctuation his words with each step. "Why are you threatening my- oh." He stopped walking abruptly, looked down at his feet. With a noise akin to a growl, he looked back up at the Winchesters. They were smiling now. "Really, boys? This old trick?"
Dean moved forward and knelt down in front of them, pushing away the leaves to reveal a tarp; a spray-painted tarp. He looked back up at them, his smile all teeth. "Works every time."
"Devil's trap." Ade nodded, not entirely surprised. "Nice one." She turned to her father. "How do you always manage to literally walk right into these?"
Crowley rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath as Dean stepped back again, reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling out the book. "Now, where were we? Oh, yeah. Exorcism. Sorry Crowley, no human blood. Maybe next time." Dean smiled again, mainly at Crowley, who just raised an eyebrow at the hunter.
Dean started reading aloud from the book. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis- Damn it, Allison!" Allison had let one of her arrows fly, knocking the book from Dean's hands and impaling it to a tree surrounding the clearing. By the time Ade's eyes found Allison, she had another arrow ready to fly. She spared a glance to Ade, sent her a quick, comforting smile. Ade couldn't help but smile back. "Lucky for us, I know a couple by heart. Omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis, adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio, et secta diobolica. Ergo-"
"Shouldn't it be doing something by now?" Sam asked. Dean held up a finger, glaring at Ade and her father.
"-draco maledicte. Ecclesium tuam securi tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos."
Sam stepped up behind Dean, eyes narrowed as he whispered "Why didn't anything happen?"
"Oh, something happened. I think I felt…" Ade wiggled her fingers at her neck.
"Maybe a little tickle, right at the back of my throat." Crowley nodded at Ade, playing along. "Has anyone got a cough drop?"
"Okay, real funny, Crowley. What the hell?"
"I'm too powerful for one of your little parlour tricks, Squirrel. If you want to send me back to Hell, you're going to have to bring out the big guns."
"Uh huh. And what about that one, hmm? Your offspring, over there. Is she too powerful, too?"
"Oh, no. See, boys, this one has a few parlour tricks of her own. It makes a father quite proud to be able to see his daughter withstand an exorcism. Really, brings a tear to my eye."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean? You've got a high exorcism threshold or something? A regular old exorcism just does nothing to you?"
"Well, I mean, it sure does piss me off. But that's about it, really."
"Great. That's just brilliant." Dean swung his arms out to the sides and looked skyward. "Now what are we supposed to do? We have two incredibly hazardous demons locked in a devil's trap in the middle of a forest."
"Well, I mean." Crowley looked up from examining his fingernails, brushing them off on his lapel. "That's not entirely true."
"That's true; you're just a cuddly bear really, aren't you?"
"That wasn't what I was talking about." Crowley linked his hands behind his back, rocking on the balls of his feet. "You said you have two incredibly hazardous demons locked in a devil's trap."
"Right?"
"Like I said, Moose; not entirely true."
"Get on with it, Crowley."
"Did you not think it strange that I came here totally unarmed? I'm not so stupid that I thought you boys wouldn't have something like this planned. You're just too predictable."
"So what, you've had some of your hellhounds circling us this entire time or something?" Dean asked.
"Or something." Crowley looked over to Ade and smiled proudly.
"Her?" Sam questioned, eyes narrowing in disbelief. "She's your backup? One of the demons we have locked in a devil's trap?"
"How you boys survive is beyond me. Have you not listened to a word I have said? You don't have two demons locked in a devil's trap. You have one. And you have Adria."
"That makes no… I am so confused. She's your daughter, Crowley." Dean barked.
"Yes, Adria is my daughter. She is undeniably, indisputably, fifty percent my daughter. And she's fifty percent someone else's."
"Thanks for the biology lesson."
"C'mon, Squirrel, don't be so dense. You've met someone like her before. A special little boy in Nebraska. His mother was possessed by a demon and she gave her resulting child up for adoption. Had a few parlour tricks of his own too, that boy; managed to summon the Tooth Fairy. Ring any bells?"
"Jesse? What has he-" Ade cut Sam off with an emphatic step forward, over the red paint. Her other foot followed, and she stopped just on the other side of the painted circle. She saw Dean's eyes widen.
"Oh, no."
"Oh, yes. Boys, I'd like you to meet my half human daughter."
"Did we just piss off the Antichrist 2.0?"
"Actually, no. You managed to piss off the first Antichrist." Crowley responded, sounding bored. Ade flicked a hand, sending one of the knives from Allison's belt flying towards her outstretched hand.
"Ade." Derek stepped towards her, a warning in his voice. She rolled her eyes and crouched, scratching at the paint on the tarp with the knife, freeing Crowley. He stepped out of the circle and cricked his neck as Ade returned the knife to Allison, and Allison, to Ade's total surprise, didn't flinch, or step away. Instead, she looked over to Ade, still not lowering her bow, and smiled.
"You might not think much of us demons, boys, but you can't say we're stupid. At least, not all of us. Ade was conceived and born within months of that boy. His conception was a Plan B, in case Adria couldn't manage the tasks we had planned for her after Lucifer rose. Turns out, it wasn't Adria we had to worry about. Her mother, on the other hand…" Ade looked at her father over her shoulder, and raised an eyebrow. He gaped for a moment, and then nodded.
"…is a wonderful and strong lady, and I couldn't have asked for a better person to rear my offspring." Ade nodded at Crowley and turned back to the hunters in front of her. She didn't miss the eye roll behind her. "She is also, however, stubborn, clever and so very, very good, in all the worst ways possible. A little of that rubbed off on Adria here, and the whole 'destroy the host of heaven' plan didn't really pan out. Her mother had her whisked away and hidden from all things supernatural before Lucifer got out from his cage, and she kept a damper on her powers, on anything that might have drawn us to her."
"Worked, too. For six years." Ade moved forward, towards the surprised hunters, and they took a step back. "Shoes on the other foot now, huh?" She flicked a hand, pulling out the many guns they had hidden between the three of them, and throwing them down the embankment to the side.
"Someone's been practicing," she heard Peter drawl from the shadows.
"Derek's a better teacher of control than you, Petey." She heard Derek smirk, but didn't take her eyes of the hunters.
"Adria, do your father a favour," Crowley started. "Reach into Squirrel's inside jacket pocket." She reached into Dean's jacket and pulled out the knife there. He only moved enough to avoid her eyes and look skyward. "I've heard this one's pretty deadly."
"Yeah, even for you. So be careful; it's pretty sharp."
"Thanks for the warning." Ade smiled at Dean and turned on her heel, taking a few steps towards Crowley, who held out his hand expectantly.
"Thank you, Adria. I've been wanting to get my hands on it for a while."
"Why do you need this? You have the first blade, not to mention your very own angel blade. The same blade you used to kill Meg."
"I-she was a traitor, what did you want me to do? Let her go, give her a second chance? I had to set an example; I am the King!"
"The self-appointed King. Doesn't quite have the same ring to it."
"Give. Me. The. Knife." Crowley hissed.
"Take. It. From. Me." Ade smiled.
Crowley growled in response, and, despite Ade knowing he knew better, he took a step towards her. Ade didn't move, but everyone else did. Dean took a step closer to Ade, standing beside her, and Sam pulled out the angel blade hidden in his jacket. Allison dropped the arrow she already nocked and switched it for a different one, one with a black, spiralled arrowhead. Scott growled, his bright red eyes flashing again, and crouched forward. The Hales followed suit, Peter and Cora emerging behind Derek, and the other wolves growled in the darkness of the trees. Ade wondered vaguely if Stiles were there, hidden somewhere behind the wolves, maybe waiting besides Lydia. Instead of voicing this thought or looking around for him, she looked straight ahead, at her father. His face held a mixture of emotions. He was angry, and she felt a small sense of betrayal. But the one overpowering feeling she got from him was pride. She wasn't sure why until he straightened up, eyeing those rallying around her. The monsters and the hunters alike, uniting for something they should all instinctively fear. His eyes fell back to Ade, and he smiled, nodding his head in acknowledged defeat.
"You'll make a great queen someday."
And then he disappeared.
"Here, hot chocolate with extra whipped cream. Are you sure you don't want some cookies with that?"
"No, I'm good, thank you." Ade narrowed her eyes as Dean smiled brightly and nodded, backing off and…still smiling at her. Just continuously smiling. He had been since they had gotten to the Knight home in the late hours of the night, and Ade had basically collapsed into the couch, Allison following shortly after. Dean had insisted he make her something after she had returned the knife to him, 'to ease her nerves' or whatever, and Ade would have agreed to anything to get him to stop smiling at her like that.
Sam frowned at Dean as we walked into the room, silently asking him why his face looked like that, and Dean very noticeably nodded his head in Ade's direction, before smiling at her again. Sam looked to where his brother had gestured, saw Ade and startled, before his face fell into a similarly creepy smile. "What're you doing?"
"Just enjoying your company." Sam replied, smile firmly in place. Dean's face dropped.
"Please don't turn us into dolls." Allison barked out a confused laugh, either at Dean's terrified face or his request, and Ade giggled quietly.
"I heard about that. Castiel is fully sized again, I assume?"
"Yeah, he is. Idiot shouldn't have threatened to kill the Antichrist."
"And yet there you were, following in his footsteps."
"Listen, Adria." Dean sunk into the armchair beside the couch, resting his elbows on his knees and leaning towards her. "If we'd known… We get it; Jesse wasn't the bad guy, and neither are you, and we won't be trying anything like that again."
"Yeah, we're, uh…" Sam crossed his arms over his chest, leant against the wall. "We're fully aware how easy it would be for you to kill us. Physically, I mean. We're also very aware how human Cambions are. So we're sorry."
Dean nodded. "For putting you through that. For putting your family and your friends through that."
"Pack." Ade turned in her seat, saw the others do the same from the corner of her eye, and saw Scott and Stiles in the doorway. Stiles was leaning against the doorframe, smiling contentedly as he looked from Ade to Scott, and though Scott wasn't smiling, at least he was within ten feet of Ade and not attacking her. That's progress in her book. "We're wolves. And, though I'm still not entirely sure I trust you, Stiles and Allison do. You're part of their pack; that means your part of mine."
Ade nodded, a small, grateful smile on her face, one she sent to the three of them in turn. She heard Cora scoff from the hall. "Jeez, your life really is a clichéd 80s movie. Get a grip, McCall."
A/N: IT'S ALL SO CHEESY.
I had all the protective!Allison feels in this chapter.
I have no idea what just happened. Also, the wolfsbane in the bullet is bull. I just needed a reason why the boys would be using wolfsbane bullets. Sorry.
Okay, so I've recently been filling out some 'get to know your characters' kind of questionnaires, where you answer questions like, 'why is the character angry', and 'how would a close friend describe the character', and I was thinking I might make a separate tumblr in which to post things like this, and other fic related things like photos and excerpts, sneak peeks, that kind of thing. Would you guys be interested in that? I figured these questions might help you get to know my OCs a little better, so you could understand them, the way they think, what other people think of them. So yeah, if you like that idea, let me know. If I do, I'll put a link to that tumblr on my profile, as well as on the first and latest chapters of my stories.
I feel like this should be a crossover now? Like, there's been too much Supernatural in this, and the links from Ade to the show, to just be classed as a Teen Wolf fic? Or should I just credit Supernatural now too?
I love you all, and, don't worry, we'll make it through this loss (the loss of Allison, Aiden (though I hate myself for it a little) and the show until June) together. God, screw that, I don't think I'm ever getting over this.