Chapter 11: Alpha Pact

AN: One chapter closer to the end of Carry On Wayward Werewolves. Scott and Jameson's theme is Only Exception by Paramore.

~Carry On~

Jameson's Perspective:

Carry on my wayward son…There'll be pea-

I picked up my phone, with my half broken hand. It was awkward as I had three finger braces on. I accepted the call and held the phone to my ear.

"Hello," I mumbled into the phone.

"Jamie?" A familiar gruff voice replied.

"Dean?" I said suddenly on full alert. I looked over my shoulder to see Scott lying next to me. He was lying on his stomach with one arm cast casually around my waist. Shit! Shit! Shit! "Do you know what time it is?"

"I know but I haven't heard from you in a couple of days." He said. When was the last time I talked to him? Tuesday? Maybe Monday. I grasped Scott's wrist with two fingers and lightly lifted him off of me and slipped out of the bed.

"Yeah, I'm sorry. I've just been super busy with school." I replied. Where am I? Oh right, Deucalion's place. Where do I go? The bathroom.

"School? So you actually got into that nerd stuff?" Dean teased.

"It's junior year apparently it's a crucial year in my education or something." I said sliding down the inside of the bathroom door.

"Ah, so Bobby told me you called him asking about the Coles and if they would take you on. What's that about?"

I sighed.

"Like I said, junior year is a crucial year and everyone's talking about college…and I just wanted to keep my options open." I lied, "But I guess that option is no longer opened."

"I'm sorry, Jamie."

"Yeah well, now you and I share a membership to a very exclusive club."

"Yeah, what's that?"

"The last of our kind." I answered, wrapping my free arm around my knees. He chuckled darkly.

"Yeah well, at least we can keep the riff-raff out now."

I rolled my eyes.

"There's that."

"Well, I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

"Just dandy."

"Well okay, then. Nig-."

"Dean." I interrupted him.

"Yeah?"

"What if there was a way to get Sam and Adam out of Lucifer's Cage without freeing Lucifer? Would you do it?"

"Hey, you can't be thinking like that." He told me, "If there was a way, yeah I would do it. But there's not, and thinking about it is not going to help either one of us."

"I know." I said softly, "I just…"

"Yeah me too, kid."

"I love you, Dee."

"Love you too, kid. Get some sleep."

"I will. Night."

"Night." He said hanging up. I place my phone next to me on the floor. I wrapped both my arms around my knees and rest my head on my knees. Before I knew it, my legs were wet from tears I hadn't even known were coming from my eyes.

~Carry On~

Scott's Perspective:

I woke up to the sound of someone crying. My hand felt around for Jameson who had been there when I had fallen asleep, but my hands came up empty. I pushed myself up and looked around. The door to the bathroom was closed shut, and I could hear muffled sobs coming from behind it. I threw off the blankets and got out of the bed. I padded softly over to the door and knocked on it with my knuckles. The crying immediately stopped.

"James?"

"Go back to bed, Scott." She said, her voice rough from crying. I ignored her and turned the handle. Her body must have been against the door, because it wasn't opening, "I said go back to bed!"

I ignored her again, and pushed harder on the door. I heard her cuss as she was pushed along the floor. Once I had made enough room for myself, I slid into the bathroom. Jameson scowled at me.

"Well apparently you have super-hearing but not super comprehension." She snapped at me, "I told you to go away."

"No, you said go back to bed," I reminded her, "and I am."

I leaned down and started to pick her up. Jameson pushed herself away from me, but it left her with nowhere to go. I managed to slip an arm under her knees and arms and pulled her in closer. She struggled against me, but I was stronger than she was. I stood up and carried her back towards the bed. I sat down and scooted up awkwardly against the headboard.

Once I was settled, I moved my arms from under her and wrapped them around her waist and rested my chin on top of her head. Anger was still radiating off of her, but what concerned me more was the salty smell of tears overpowering her emotions. I decided to give her a few minutes before asking her anything. A little bit later I could feel her relaxing against me, she even pulled herself closer.

"Why'd ya do it?" I asked her, "Why did you say yes?'

"He made me an offer I couldn't refuse." She answered with finality.

"What?" I pressed. She didn't answer, "No, you don't get to do this, James. We can't keep things from each other, not while we're here."

She sighed.

"He promised to get my brother back," She said, "But I only said yes when he said he could get me both of my brothers."

"Isn't one of your brothers dead, though?"

"Actually two of them are." She answered, "And they're technically not dead."

"What happened to them then?"

She exhaled loudly.

"A monster from Hell had escaped from his cage, he caused a whole lot of destruction while he was topside- earthquakes, unprecedented large storms, death. We knew we had to put the jack back in the box, so we did."

"What no killing?"

She chuckled darkly.

"We would have if we could."

"So what happened to your brothers?"

"We opened the cage back up, the older of the two, took the rings of the Four Horsemen to open the cage, he was supposed to be the only one that went in. That was the price we had to pay to save the world." She stopped for a moment, her breath hitching, she was crying again, "But Adam…he wasn't supposed to be caught up in all of this. He was supposed to go to med school. Instead he was used against us, and fell into the cage with our brother and the monster. And Deucalion says there's a way, a way to get them out without hurting anyone else. I just want them back."

"We'll get them back." I say into her hair, "We'll get them all back."

~Carry On~

Stiles' Perspective:

I was all alone. My Dad was missing, Scott's mom was gone too, and my best friends had walked off with Deucalion. And if that wasn't bad enough, Scott's Dad was back in town. And I knew he wouldn't just let any of this go. After being questioned by him, the Argents came and picked me up. They took me back to their penthouse where we spent the rest of the night planning. We had to stop Jennifer, prevent Argent from being taken, save my Dad and Scott's mom, get Scott and Jameson back, and send the Alphas packing. Right now, however, the Argents were showing off their weapons collection.

"Whoa." I said backing up when Argent was testing a gun in my direction. He lowered it and made sure everything was working before moving on to another big gun, "I thought you guys retired."

"Retired, yes." Mr. Argent said, "Defenseless, no. Now, make sure your phone is on. If you hear from Scott or Jameson, you let us know immediately."

"Yeah, I'm think that's gonna be kind of unlikely."

"Both of you, try to remember Scott's doing what he thinks is right." Mr. Argents said looking at both me and Allison.

"What about James? She hates him, and she just walked off with him." I asked.

"What I know is that the Winchesters put their family above everything else." Mr. Argent answered, "And that Deucalion and the Darach better watch their backs."

Allison and I nod. The sound of a creaking floorboard puts us all on edge and we spin towards the noise. Isaac stood in the doorway with a determined look on his face.

"I can't shoot a gun or use a crossbow, but…Well, I'm getting pretty good with these." He said showing us his claws. Show off.

~Carry On~

Isaac's Perspective:

We all knew that Ms. Blake was using the telluric currents to sacrifice the people she took, it was only a matter of trying to figure out which spot in the map. Mr. Argent had a hunch about the bank, the Darach had failed there when she took Deaton, which might mean she might take another stab at it. Allison, Argent, and I went to check it out while Stiles looked into another lead.

"It's empty." Allison said as we entered the bank vault that had kept Boyd and the girls trapped for months.

"Be careful, anyway." Mr. Argent cautioned as he fired up his electric baton.

"I thought you only used those on werewolves." I asked him, looking warily at the weapon.

"I do." He said, before striking my stomach with the baton. I drop to the floor shaking uncontrollably. I hear the sounds of people talking but I couldn't make out what they were saying. When the world started to come back in focus I saw a gun dropping to the ground. Another figure steps into the vault…Jennifer.

"Now, this is a sacrifice." She says. The vault is then filled with a haunting chant, before Ms. Blake reveals her true form. I blinked and Mr. Argent and Ms. Blake were gone.

~Carry On~

Lydia's Perspective:

"I don't believe it." I said assuredly, "Anybody, but Jameson. She can't really be with them, it's got to be a trick or something. She can't be."

"Well I don't know how else you're supposed to take, "We don't have a choice," and you didn't see the look on her face or his." Stiles said, "It was…"

"Then what can I do?" I asked him, "I mean, I get that I'm some kind of, like, human Geiger counter for death. But I don't know how to turn it on and off yet. All I know is that she tried to kill me because of…"

"Because of what?" Stiles prompted, "Hey, Lydia, what?"

"When she called me a Banshee, she was surprised by it. What if that's not why she tried to kill me?"

"Then why did she?"

"That's what we need to find out."

~Carry On~

"Aiden isn't texting me back." I told Stiles as we headed down the hall. No one was answering back. Not Scott. Not Allison. Not Jameson. And now Aiden. Stiles gave me a look like I was stupid for even trying to get a hold of the Alpha twin, "Okay, well, maybe we could just go over there…"

Stiles' phone goes off interrupting me mid-sentence. He holds up his pointer finger indicating for me to hold that thought. He pulls out his phone and pulls up the notification. He looks scared after viewing the message.

"What?" I asked, but he couldn't look away from the screen. "Oh, God. What is it now?"

"It's from Isaac. Jennifer, she took…She had Allison's father. She took him. She's got all three now."

Meaning she can kill all three now. Stiles starts shaking as his normally pale skin turns whiter.

"There's still time." I say calmly, "We still have time, right?"

Stiles doesn't answer He starts breathing heavily and begins to wobble.

"Stiles? You okay?"

He hold his hand up like he wasn't me to give him a minute, and turned away from me.

"What is it? What's wrong? Stiles."

"I think I'm having a panic attack." He gasped.

"Okay, okay." I said panicking, "Follow me."

I took hold of his arm and led him down the hall to the locker room. I opened the door and pulled him inside.

"Okay. Come on. Come." I urged him. He stumbled inside and fell against a locker. He slid down and sat down, his breathing still highly erratic, "Just try and think about something else. Anything else."

"Like what/" He panted.

"Uh, happy things." I threw out, "Good things. Uh, friends, family…I mean, not family. Oh, God. Okay, uh…Just try and slow your breathing."

"I can't…"He wheezed, "I can't."

"Shh, shh. Stiles, look at me." I told him, trying to get him to focus, "Look at me. Shh. Stiles."

It wasn't working. What else could I do? I need to get his mind off of everything. Without overthinking it, I just kissed him. I kept my lips pressed against his until his heart stopped clambering against his chest. When I pulled away, he looked utterly shocked. To be honest I was too.

"How'd you do that?" He asked.

Do what? Kiss him or make him calm down?

"I, uh…I read once that holding your breath could stop a panic attack." I told him choosing to answer the second question, "So when I kissed you, you held your breath?"

"I did?"

"Yeah, you did."

"Thanks," he said, "It was really smart."

I scoffed, before moving to sit more comfortably on the floor next to him.

"Uh…I don't know, I just read it somewhere." I said trying to shake off his praise, "And if I was really smart, I would tell you to sign up for a few sessions with the guidance counselor."

"Yeah," He scoffed, "I doubt even now, Jameson, would let me near that "nosy b-." Wait, Morrell. Come on."

He scrambled up and gave me a hand and pulled me along with him. We raced towards the guidance counselor's office. Stiles barged through the door, with no warning. We looked around and saw she wasn't in the office, but another student was.

"Are you here for Ms. Morrell?" Stiles asked her.

"No, I thought this was gym class." The girl said sarcastically.

"Sweetheart, we're not in the mood for funny." I warned her, "Do you know where she is?"

"If I did, I wouldn't be waiting here for 20 minutes. So how about you two back out the door and wait your turn."

"We're not here for a session."

"Well I am. And I've got some serious issues to work on."

"Hey, wait, wait." Stiles interjected, "You're Danielle. You're Heather's best friend."

"I was Heather's best friend." The girl said losing the sass, "We've been working on that issue 3 times a week."

"Hold on. Did you say Ms. Morrell was 20 minutes late?" I asked Danielle.

"And I don't know why either. She's always on time."

"I was seeing her at the beginning of the semester." I told Stiles, "She was never late."

"Then she's not late, she's missing."

"What if we're not the only ones who think she knows something?"

"Then I want to know what she knows." Stiles said moving toward Morrell's desk.

"What are you doing?" Danielle asked as Stiles began rummaging through Morrell's drawers.

"Trying to find her." He answered.

"Those files are private."

"Yeah, she's kind of right." I agreed.

"That one's yours." He replied handing me a manila folder.

"Let me see that." I sad snatching the file from his hand. I dropped the file on the desk and opened it up. I began flipping through her notes.

"Wait, Lydia, that's your drawing." Stiles said halting my search through my file.

"Yeah, I know it's a tree."

"Yeah. It's good, too." Danielle complimented as she tried to look at my file.

"Thank-you." I said to her.

"No, but that's the same one, though." Stiles said.

"Same as what?"

"It's the same one I always see you drawing in class."

"It's a tree. I like drawing tree."

"No, but it's the exact same one. Don't you see?" He said coming around the desk. He took the hand holding my picture and moved it so I could look at the one beneath it, "Here give me your bag."

Without waiting for my permission, he dug through my bag and pulled out one of my notebooks. He began flipping through the pages until he found what he was looking for. He put the notebook down next to the tree in the file.

"There see." He said tapping the drawing. They were exactly the same. He then starts flipping through the pages of the notebook, and there all the same tree. No matter what size they are, it's still the same tree.

"Okay, you can have my session." Danielle announces, "You've got bigger issues."

"What is this?" I asked practically panicking. Stiles shakes his head, but then stops mid-shake. He takes the notebook and turns it upside down.

"I know where they are." Stiles says.

~Carry On~

Jameson's Perspective:

Deucalion kept me with him all day. I apparently was given the duty of being his eyes like Kali. Didn't Scott say he wanted me to be his heir? I guess this was my training.

"I'm so glad you've decided to join us, Jameson. Though part of me was shocked you accepted my offer, even if it was your brother."

"Brothers." I corrected, "And what can I say, you drive a hard bargain."

"Yes, quite right." Deucalion said, "Now about your brothers, Sam will be a minor task but I can't say the same for your other br-"

"Look, Deucalion," I interrupted, "This is how this is going to work. If you screw me and Scott over, I'll kill you. If you don't deliver on your promises to Scott, I'll kill you. If I find out you can't get me my brothers, I'll kill you. Get me only one brother, and well you know what happens. The only way you make it out alive is if we find Melissa and the Sheriff and I get both my brothers."

"Excellent." Deucalion said. I gave him a confused look, did he want me to kill him? "There's the killer I needed."

"I prefer the term hunter."

"Hunter, killer, all sides of the same coin."

"The difference is when I kill monsters I do it to save people, not for the fun of it." I accuse him. Deucalion smirks.

"I think over time, you'll find the line a bit blurry. But for now, I suppose I can appease you. How about after we take care of the Darach, we go hunt down some vampires. Starting with the one that betrayed our family."

Vampire? I was right, he doesn't know I know it's him. Which is something I can use against him later on.

"Anything goes?" I asked.

"Anything goes."

~Carry On~

Stiles' Perspective:

"Stiles, why am I getting the feeling you know something that could help us find your dad?" Agent McCall asked.

"If I did, why would I not tell you?" I countered.

"If it meant helping your dad, why wouldn't you?"

"So you're asking me to tell you what I wouldn't not tell you?" I replied. He hated when I did this.

"First, I have no idea what you just said. Second, how about you just help me help you?"

Like how you helped your family?

"Well, I don't know how to help you help me tell you something that would help you if I don't know it."

"Are you doing this on purpose?"

"I don't know anything, okay? Can I just go?"

"Where are you other friends?" He asked stopping me from getting up. I sighed and sat back down on the desk.

"You meant Scott?" I asked him. Wondering if he was really concerned about my friends or his son for a change.

"I mean Scott," He said pulling out a notebook and flipping through it, "I mean Isaac Lahey, Allison Argent, these twins, Ethan and Aiden. Your foster sister, Jameson Winchester. I've been told your whole little clique didn't show up a school today."

"I don't have a clique. And I don't even like Isaac let alone Ethan and Aiden."

"Stiles come on. There's been a pretty disturbing amount of violent activity in this county in the last few months. Several murders tied to this school. I don't know what's going on here, but it's serious. And…Hey! Your dad is missing." Agent McCall urged, but I didn't budge, "Fine. But I don't want you going home alone. You have somewhere you can stay tonight."

"He's with me." Deaton's voice rang from the doorway.

Scott's Perspective:

"Jameson." I called out. She turned her head and I saw her face instantly relax when she saw it was me. I jogged over to her and pulled her into a hug.

"Are you alright?" I asked her. I hadn't seen her since this morning, when the twins came and dragged me from our room.

"Yeah, fine." She said, "Where have you been all day?"

"With Ethan and Aiden looking for Morrell. She's running."

"Smart." Jameson said pulling away, "He's waiting for you."

I nodded and let her free, except for her broken hand. Deucalion had broken three of her fingers last night. Surprisingly, Ethan was the one that offered to set them. She wouldn't take any pain medication before he set them, she just told him to get it over with. She held my hand as he set each finger and wrapped them. And that was it. She wouldn't take any painkillers and nearly crushed my hand when I tried to take some of her pain. It was like she needed the pain for something. A reminder or a distraction? Probably both, especially after what Deucalion promised her.

I walked along the path towards Deucalion and came alongside him. I kept Jameson on the side away from him, I really didn't like him near her. Or that fact that he kept her close all day. He didn't say anything when I stood next to him. He seemed focused on something in front of him. I looked closely and noticed a firefly. Maybe he was wondering what the noise was.

"It's a firefly." I told him.

"Unusual for this region." Deucalion commented.

"It's because of Jennifer, isn't it?" I asked, "Just before all of this started a deer crashed into Lydia's car. The cars went crazy at the Anima Clinic. Bird flew into the high school. It was all her."

"They say animals can sense natural disasters when they're about to happen. Maybe they can sense supernatural ones as well."

"That would have been nice to know when I was trying to convince my Dad to get me a dog." Jameson spoke up. I turned and gave her a small smile. Normally I would have given her a look, but I've come to realize this is how she reacts to awkward or tense situations.

"Does she scare you?" I asked Deucalion.

"She concerns me if she's willing to kill that many innocent people for her cause."

"Yeah, who would do something like that?" Jameson said under her breath.

"People like your mother and Stiles' father," Deucalion continued as she hadn't spoked.

"What about you Deucalion?" Jameson asked, "Are you willing to kill innocent people?"

"I'll kill any living this that gets in my way." Deucalion said as more of a warning than anything else. It made me wonder what he would make me do, if I couldn't find a way out of this. Would I have to sacrifice people like Jennifer? Or kill an entire family? As if sensing my thoughts Jameson strummed her thumb over mine, reminding me she was still here. That I hadn't lost myself yet.

A howl ripped through the night air, causing all three of us to look up.

"They found her." Deucalion said triumphantly, "Scott, you go on ahead, Jameson I will catch up."

I nodded, even though he couldn't see me at the moment.

"Soon Jameson, you'll be one of us, and not only will you be able to keep up with the pack, you'll lead them." I heard Deucalion say as I walked towards the howling.

"Awesome." She said sarcastically. I made it to the others and saw them circling Ms. Morrell who stood safely in a ring of mountain ash.

"Scott." She greeted curtly.

"Ms. Morrell."

Everyone fell silent after that until Deucalion appeared with his arm tucked in the crook of Jameson's arm.

"How did you know, Marin? That we'd come for you?" Deucalion questioned his emissary.

"Because Jennifer and I are the same." She replied, "And I know you've always been suspicious of us, of what we can do."

"With good reason," Kali spoke up, "We know you sent that girl. The one that helped Isaac."

Jameson tensed at the sound of Isaac's name and narrowed her eyes at Kali as the she-wolf confronted Morrell.

"What was her name?" Deucalion asked.

"Braedon." Morrell answered. Jameson's head picked up like the name meant something to her, but she couldn't quite figure it out, "And I sent her to do what I've always done, maintain balance."

"What do you know about Jennifer?" Kalie questioned Morrell.

"Nothing more than you know," She responded before turning toward me and James, "This isn't you, Scott. Go back to your friends. And Jameson, if you knew what he has done, you would-."

"What he's done is offered to get my brothers back." Jameson said cutting Morrell of.

"Really Marin? Must we play this games?" Deucalion asked, "They can decide what's right for themselves."

"Not without all the information. Have you told them everything you have done?" Morrell asked him, looking pointedly at Jameson. They both must not know that, Jameson knows that it was Deucalion who betrayed her family, "How you've piled up bodies in a narcissistically psychotic effort to form your perfect pack? Bodies that include Ennis, by the way. My brother saved him. He was alive when Deucalion went in to see him. He wants you to go after Derek, Kail. To force his decision. If Derek joins the pack, it paves the way for Scott."

"The lies people will tell when they're begging for their life." Deucalion brushed off her accusations. But Morrell isn't a liar, she keeps things from you, but she doesn't lie.

"Ask him." Morrell prompted Kali. Without warning Deucalion whipped out his walking stick, freed the spear at the end and threw it into Morrell's shoulder. I raced over to her, to check on her. The others were growling and snarling behind me.

"Hey!" I yelled, "Back off."

They stopped. I turned to Morrell, who nodded and I pulled out the spear from her shoulder. She screamed in pain as the spear came loose.

"Hey," I said trying to calm her down, "I'm not going to let them kill you. But if you know something if you know where they are…"

"The Nemeton. You find that, you'll find Jennifer. Find the Nemeton."

~Carry On~

Stiles' Perspective:

"It has to be on a telluric current or maybe even at the axis of two, or where they all intersect." I theorized with the others at Deaton's Clinic, "I just know it's where Derek took Paige to die."

"My dad and Gerard were there once." Allison said, "But Gerard said it was years ago and he couldn't remember where it was. And my dad obviously isn't here to tell us now."

"Yeah, mine either."

"Then how do we find this place?" Isaac asked. I shook my head, but Deaton looked like he knew something.

"There might be a way." Deaton said, "But it's dangerous. We're gonna need Scott."

~Carry On~

Deaton had me call Scott, and he surprisingly answered. I told him to meet us in the preserve. Deaton and I drove up, and parked near the entrance of the park. Scott showed up a few minutes later. Even more surprising than him answering was that Jameson was with him holding tightly to his hand.

"How'd you guys find out?" Scott asked about the Nemeton as Deaton and I got out of the Jeep.

"Lydia. You?" I asked.

"That nosy bi…" Jameson started before casting a look at Deaton, "I mean Morrell."

"None of the other Alphas know where it is either." Scott added.

"So if this works, are you going to tell them?" I asked him. Scott looked to Jameson and they seemed to be silently communicating.

"We can't stop Jennifer without them." Scott spoke for the both of them.

"How about we concentrate on finding your parents first?" Deaton interjects.

"What's the plan?"

"Essentially, you, Allison and Stiles need to be surrogate sacrifices for your parents."

"Excuse me, what?" Jameson cupping a hand around her ear.

"We have to die for them in a sense, but he can bring us back." I clarified, "You can…You can bring us back, right?"

"You remember the part where I said it was dangerous?" Deaton asked me, "If it goes right, the three of you will be dead for a few seconds. But there's something else you need to think about."

"Yeah like how it will shatter their soul." Jameson yelled at him, "Open them to demonic possession, kill them, possibly something worse."

"What's worse than death or demonic possession?" I asked her.

"Do you really want me to answer that?"

"No, not really."

"She's right, there are several consequences to preforming this sacrifice. Including returning power to the Nemeton, a place that hasn't had power for a long time." Deaton explained, "This kind of power is like a magnet. It attracts the supernatural, the kind of things that families like the Argents and Winchesters can fill pages of a bestiary with. It will draw them here, like a beacon."

"It doesn't sound any worse than anything we've already seen."

"Yeah 'cause lions, tigers, and bears are the only thing in the forest." Jameson said sarcastically, "How 'bout wendigos, vampires, rugarus, or one of my personal favorites, djinns. Do any of them sound pleasant to you Stiles?"

"No, I would definitely say some of those sounded worse."

"Yeah, they are and frankly I don't keep enough lamb's blood on me to deal with djinns, nor am I a fan of being eaten. This is a bad idea." Jameson went on.

"Well what else can we do?" I asked her.

"I don't know, but we can't do this." She said. Scott looked down at her and they shared another look. She shook her head and Scott seemed to be pleading with her. In disgust she pulled away from him. Scott sighed.

"What do we need to do?" Scott asked.

~Carry On~

Jameson's Perspective:

I needed to make a call. I couldn't let them go through this. I've died. My brothers have died. And each time we've come back…we lost a piece of ourselves, pieces of our souls. I couldn't let my life be the fate of my friends. So like I said I needed to make a call.

While everyone else was busy filling the troughs like the one we used to put Isaac in a trance, I was shopping. I found several key ingredients that I needed on Deaton's shelves. Since everyone was distracted it was easy for me to grab everything and slip out the door. I trudged into the woods past Deaton's property line. Something told me, he wouldn't appreciate my guest being on his land.

I set my ingredients in a bowl and began mixing them together. Once everything was stirred together, I poured the last of the lamb's blood I had on top of it all and spoke the incantation. There was a huge puff of smoke, before a figure in a black suit emerged.

"Hello, darling."

~Carry On~

Scott's Perspective:

Deaton's head shot up like something was calling to him. He looked a lot more worried than he did a few moments before.

"What is it?" I asked him.

"Scott, I think it would be best if you found your friend Jameson, before she makes a very grave mistake."

"Yeah, sure." I said confused. I hadn't even noticed that she left. I sniff the air and catch her scent. I follow it outside and into the woods behind the clinic. I heard her before I saw her.

"You owe us, Crowley!" Jameson was screeching, "And now I'm collecting."

"That's not how this works, darling," a man with a British accent responded, "We had a deal, and we both held up our sides of the bargain."

"Yeah, so you could be King of Hell, but are you forgetting who did the dirty work for you?" Jameson countered, "You would be nothing but some crossroads demon if it wasn't for my family. I'm not asking for the world Crowley. I just need you to find three people, okay?"

"Three potential sacrifices, you mean. Oh yes, I read the papers. And I don't get involved in other people's deals. Unless you'd be willing to make one."

I crept closer and saw Jameson speaking to a man in black suit. Darkness, like I never felt before radiated off of him. Jameson looked like she was contemplating the guy's offer. But she then threw her shoulders back and leveled the guy with a glare.

"No." she said.

"Well then, I think we're done here."

"James?" I called out when I saw her got for the guy. She jumped and looked at me wide-eyed.

"Who's this?" the man asked, "A boyfriend, perhaps? And a werewolf at that. Squirrel, must be thrilled."

She growled at him and moved herself in between us.

"Listen closely Crowley, if I lose someone tonight, first I'll take stab at the Darach, and then I'll come for you. And there is nowhere on earth, heaven, or hell where you will be able to hide from me, because I'll have nothing to lose."

"I do so enjoy our chats, darling." The man said unfazed by her threats, "But you'll have to do better than that if you want me to start shaking in my boots."

"Don't worry I will." She promised darkly. The man, Crowley, smirked and disappeared in a puff of smoke.

"Son of a Bitch!" Jameson yelled.

"Who the hell was that?" I asked her stepping into the clearing.

"No one you need to worry about," She said before looking angrily at the ground, "but he's someone that will have to worry about me. Oh, God!"

She then collapsed to her knees and ran her hand over her face.

"James!" I exclaimed before rushing over to her. I crouched down next to her, "Are you okay"

"That was my last play," She whispered, "Heaven wasn't going to help, so…"

"Wait was that a…"

"A demon? Yeah."

"James…"

"I know, I know, but you don't. You have no idea what you're doing." She said agitatedly as she rose from the ground, "Dying…it does something to you Scott, darkness stains your soul like a…"

"Tattoo." I supplied. She nodded.

"But it's more than that, it breaks you and it's not something you can recover from, and what if…I can't lose anyone else Scott. Not your mom. Not the Sheriff. Not Stiles. Not…you. I'm not strong enough to lose anyone else."

"Hey, hey." I said when I saw the tears starting. This is the second time in two days that she's cried. Two more times than I wanted to see her cry. I pull her into me and wrap my arms around her, "No one else is dying tonight. You're not going to lose us. I promise."

She didn't say anything, but I could sense the disbelief coming off of her. I pulled back a little and took hold of her chin.

"Hey, look at me," I said raising her chin and making sure she was looking me in the eye, "It's going to be okay."

She sniffled before nodded. It was then when I noticed how close our faces were. Just a few inches separated us. I leaned in a bit more testing the waters. She didn't stop me. So I leaned in closer and pressed my lips to hers. She stiffened at first, but soon her mouth began moving against my own. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and buried her good hand into my hair. I pulled her closer, wanting to get us much of her as I can. She bit my bottom lip, causing me to moan. I felt her smirk against my lips. In return I kissed her more aggressively and ran my hands along her side.

Reluctantly I pulled away first. As much as I wanted to get lost in her, we had people to save. I pressed a kiss on her forehead, before taking time to catch my breath.

"Not bad, McCall." She breathed. I chuckled.

"It's a supernatural talent." I joked, referencing a comment she had made over the summer. I heard her release a small laugh.

"Come back alive, and I might let you test your supernatural talent on me again." She offered.

"Deal." I replied.

~Carry On~

Jameson's Perspective:

As Scott and I walked back to the Clinic, I could still feel the pressure of his lips against mine. I smiled to myself. After actually kissing him, I realized that this…thing with Scott wasn't as scary as I thought. I mean it still terrified me that things might end up like they did with Toby or like one of Dean and Sam's numerous doomed relationships. But now I was more willing to try.

But for right now, I needed to get my head back in the hunt. We still had to deal with Jennifer, the Alphas, and find our guardians. Oh, for the simpler days chasing Kanimas. Scott paused at the front door and faced me.

"It's going to be okay." He repeated. I gave him a half-believing smile, but it seemed to be enough for him. He leant down and gave me a chaste kiss that sent my thoughts spiraling in several directions. He pulled back with a reassuring smile and led me back inside. We headed back into examination room where the others were waiting.

"Scott, there you are." Stiles said once we came in the room, "Help me with this."

Scott looked at me like he was asking permission. I nodded and he went to help Stiles with the bags of ice.

"Ms. Winchester." Deaton greeted.

"Doc." I replied. He grabbed my arm and pulled me aside.

"I understand you are upset, Ms. Winchester, but if you ever invite a crossroads demon onto my property again there will be serious consequence."

"First off, Doc I have every right to be upset this plan is on the borderline of suicidal and homicidal. And second, I wasn't on your property, I made sure to go beyond property line, and it wasn't a crossroads demon it was the King of Hell."

He gave me a shocked look before composing himself.

"Do not do it again." He warned.

"Got it, next time I want to have tea with Crowley do it far from here."

Deaton sighed.

"You have a lot of anger Ms. Winchester, do not let it consume you." He said before walking off to oversee preparations. So what on top of being a vet he's psychologist too? This family just needs to mind their own damn business.

I hopped up on the counter and watched as everyone was pouring ice into the troughs. I would have helped but I still wanted people to know how adamantly against this plan I was. Once all the ice was poured, Deaton got everyone's attention.

"Alright," Deaton said, "What did you bring?"

"Um, I got my dad's badge." Stiles spoke up first, "Jennifer kind of crushed it in her hand, so I tried hammering it out a bit. Stile doesn't look great. Umm…"

"It doesn't need to look good if it has meaning." Deaton told him. I slip of the counter and moved closer to where the others were gathered and moved in between Stiles and Scott.

"Is that an actual silver bullet?" Isaac asked Allison.

"Yeah, my dad made it as kind of a ceremonial thing." Allison explained, "When one of us finishes learning all the skills to be a hunter, we forge a silver bullet as a testament to the Code."

I just got a pat on the back, but I kept that to myself.

"Scott?" Deaton asked.

"My dad got my mom this watch when she first got hired at the hospital." Scott answered, "She used to say it was the only thing in her marriage that ever worked."

"Okay. The three of you will get in." Deaton laid out the steps of the procedure, "Three of us will hold each of you down until you're essentially, well, dead."

I grabbed both Stiles and Scott's hands when he said that. Now I really didn't like this. I felt both of them squeeze my hand back, but I took little comfort in their silent reassurances.

"But it's not just someone to hold you under." Deaton continued, "It needs to be someone who can pull you back. Someone that had a strong connection to you, a kind of emotional tether."

Lydia moved towards Allison and they stood next to the third tub, closest to the wall.

"Jameson." Deaton said and I looked up at him, "You'll go with Stiles."

"Wait, hold up." I protested, "I-I-I c-can't do this. I can't be the one that…"

"You must, if Stiles is to have a chance of coming back it has to be you."

"I trust you." Stiles said to me.

"Well I did say if you died again, I kill you." I said. He breathed a small laugh. I took a deep breath and moved towards the middle tub. Deaton and Scott took the last spot, leaving Isaac to watch on. Each of the three stand-ins stood at the end of the trough, with their tethers behind them. Stiles starts to climb in, and I reach out to grab his arm to stop up. He looks over his shoulder at me with a frightened look. I make him straighten up, before voluntarily wrapping my arms around his midsection. He complies and wraps his arms around me too.

"You'll find him, right? If I don't…" Stiles trailed off. I nodded against his chest.

"Please come back." I pleaded. I could hear Stiles sniffling.

"Okay, but only because you scare me." He teased. I chuckle.

"I love you, bro." I told him, accepting him for what he was, my brother.

"I love you, too, James."

"Jamie."

"What?"

"You can call me Jamie. It's what my family calls me."

"Jamie." Stiles tested out the name. He kissed the top of my head and pulled away. He took a deep breath before turning back around to face the tub. He gripped the edges and climbed in. Slowly he sat down in the tub as the others did. Shivering and hissing from the burn of the ice. Once he was fully seated, he turns to Scott.

"By the way if I don't make it back and you do, you should probably know something. Your dad's in town."

Scott looked shocked at that bit of information. And his breathing picked up, but I could tell it wasn't just from the cold. I wondered what the story was there. But I didn't have much time to ponder it, because Deaton motioned for me and Lydia to come forward and to put our hands on our friends' shoulders. I could feel myself on the verge of hyperventilating. I was sending another brother to his death. A cold hand touched mine, and I followed the hand to its owner, Scott. He nodded at me, telling me it was okay. I took a deep breath and he removed his hand to grip the edge. 1…2…3…push. I pressed down on Stiles' shoulder until he was completely submerged. His body fought me, but I kept pressing until he stopped moving. Now all I could do was wait until he came back to me, until they both came back to me.

~Carry On~

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