Chapter 12: Lunar Eclipse

AN: Here we are folks at the end of Carry On Wayward Werewolves. I wanted to thank everyone who supported me through this by following, favoriting, and following. I hope you enjoy the finale to Season 3A.

~Carry On~

Supernatural Fans…Play the Music…..

Then:

Everything that happens after this point is all on you. Everyone who gets hurt. Everyone who dies. All on you, Derek.

James? Jameson? Where are you going?

To Hell.

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Who's Deucalion?

He-e-e-e's fam-m-ily.

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Now take your brother and your sister and run. Don't stop for anything. Okay? Dean!

Yes, ma'am.

Good soldier. Hey, sweetie. You and your brothers are going to go into town for bit. Doesn't that sound like fun?

But it's bed time.

I know, sweetie, but I promise it will be fun.

Otay.

Good girl. I love you, baby.

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Cora?

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"I kind of like having you around. So kill them before they kill you.

Kind of, Lahey? Here I thought I was the best thing that ever happened to you.

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What are you hearing?

Heartbeats.

Both of them.

Actually, three of them.

What? Derek, he's right. I hear three too.

...

So if they're not random killings what are they?

Sacrifices.

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Blood sacrifices are used to summon demons, powerful dark entities, power from said entities. Whatever it is, it's not going to be good."

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And I say they are. They killed that kid. They killed the girl that saved me. And I'm gonna kill them, too.

Team Tiny Werewolf Brain says killing is bad.

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I guess now we know they want to do more than get you angry. They want to get someone hurt.

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Muintir thar gach uile ni, are you sure that's what he said? Game on, Dukey.

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My move.

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I can't believe he's dead. I can't believe Derek's dead.

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It takes the breath right out of you doesn't it?

Hmm?

Losing someone you care about. It's like the moment they take their last breath, so do you. You can't think, you can't move, you're frozen in that moment. And people are going to tell you that it gets better, that you have to move on, that time heals all wounds.

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A Darach.

You know, some ancient cultures sacrificed people in preparation for battle.

So we got Alpha werewolves against a dark druid.

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So if you're gonna do this, then I think you're just gonna have to take me with you.

Like I'm going to let you two idiots go anywhere without me.

...

Maybe one day I'll be strong enough to actually believe that it's not my fault.

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Fine. You know how a few months ago you asked if I had any designs on Scott?

Yeah.

I think you asked the wrong person in that equation.

What?

The other night at the motel….Scott made a move. He was under the influence of a Darach but…

They were still acting on things they felt.

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Just tell me where he is.

I'll give you a very important clue. Let the current guide you.

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He's been tracking and marking everything. Cora and Boyd at the bank, the Alphas in the penthouse above us, all of the dead bodies. He had a symbol for where someone was taken, and a different mark for where the bodies are found, see? Now here's the scary part. There have been six sacrifices, right? There are twelve markings on the map.

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The whole weight of the world is on your shoulders.

Yeah.

Would you like to stay? I mean…it's just that the rain…

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Which hunting family did he kill?

The Coles. That's right Mr. McCall, he was the reason behind the death of Ms. Winchester's mother.

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Oh, Mr. McCall, I never did tell you the name of the hunter that told me Deucalion was in California all those years ago.

Who?

John Winchester

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Dad?

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They're already here, aren't they? So, they told you it was me? That I'm the one taking people?

We told him you're the one killing people.

Actually my exact words were, "Your crazy bitch girlfriend played you like a harp, and she's the one re-enacting Nightmare on Elm Street

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Look, Cousin Dukey, there is nothing you have that I want. I will never join you.

Not even if I could get you your if I could free your brother Sam from his cage, without releasing the monster it was intended for?

..

Scott.

We're gonna find your dad. I promise.

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Are you really going to be able to give the Winchester brat what you promised?

Funny thing about the Winchesters, they never seem to stay dead. And if you put them in the box they find a way out.

Meaning?

I will be able to deliver on my promise, because he's not in the cage. Sam Winchester is already free.

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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. But you'll have to do better than that if you want me to start shaking in my boots."

Don't worry I will.

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

Deal.

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I love you, bro.

I love you, too, James.

Jamie.

What?

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

~End Recap~

1996:

A man raced through the woods towards the sound of the cries of the dying. He didn't expect the scene he came upon. Bodies were strewn everywhere, and in the middle of the gore was Deucalion Dubois.

"Deucalion, what did you do?" the man asked in shock. The werewolf turned to look at his cousin. Blood dripped from the corner of his smirking mouth. He then lunged at the other man and ripped out his throat.

~Carry On~

2010:

Jameson's Perspective:

They came out of the water gasping for air. I nearly fell out of my chair when they started to move. They had been so still for hours, I had thought they were dead.

"I saw it. I know where it is." Scott exclaimed as he clambered out of the cold water.

"Yeah, we passed it. There was this stump. This huge tree. Well, it's not huge anymore. It was cut down. But it's still big, though. Very big." Stiles added, swinging his leg over the edge of the tub to get out.

"It was the night we were looking for the body." Scott finished.

"Yeah, the same night you were bit by Peter."

"I was there, too, in the car with my mother." Allison chimed in, "We almost hit someone."

"It was me." Scott told her, "You almost hit me. We can find it."

They finally noticed then that none of us were excited as they were about this information. That and how we looked at them like they were ghosts.

"What?" Allison asked.

"You guys were out a long time." Isaac replied.

"A long time?" I asked Isaac, "A long time? We thought they were dead."

"What?" Stiles asked, "How long were we gone?"

"Sixteen hours." Deaton said.

"We were in the water for sixteen hours?" Scott questioned his boss. His tone was panicky.

"And the full moon rises in less than four." Deaton told him.

"And the next person who suggests dying as a way to gain information is getting hobbled." I declared, "No one is doing this again."

"Duly noted." Stiles said, "No more dying."

"Good." I said, "Hey Lyd, where did you put the towels?"

"Over here." She said going to collect them. She distributed the towels and the boys and Allison began to dry off.

"Jameson and I are gonna need to go back soon. We told Deucalion we would be back before the moon rose."

"No, dude." Stiles protested, "You are not going back with them."

"We made a deal with Deucalion, Stiles." I reminded my brother, "One I have every intention of keeping at the moment."

"Does anyone else think that sounds a lot like a deal with the devil?" Stiles polled the crowd. Oh, if only he knew how close I had been to actually doing that 16 hours ago, "What could he possibly offer you that would make you forget that he was one that sold out your family?"

"My brothers." I answered, "He offered to free them from Hell. Along with helping me find your Dad and Scott's mom."

"James…"Stiles started to say as he came towards me.

"Save it." I told him, "As long as he can make good on all of his promises, I need to keep my side of the bargain.

He nodded.

"Plus, I don't think that we can beat Jennifer without their help." Scott added.

"He trusts you more than anyone," Allison said to Deaton, "Tell him he's wrong."

"I'm not so sure he is." Deaton said surprising all of us, "Circumstances like this sometimes require that you align yourself with people you normally consider enemies."

"So we're gonna trust him, the guy that calls himself "death, destroyer of worlds"?" Isaac asked, "We're gonna trust that guy."

"I wouldn't trust him, no. But you could use him to your advantage. Deucalion may be the enemy, but he could also be the bait."

He does seem to be the object of Jennifer's obsession. Actually, all the Alphas could be used to lure her into a trap. We all looked up when we heard the bells attached to the front door start ringing. Deaton holds up his hand telling us to wait here, before moving to the opening between the rooms.

"I'm looking for Lydia." I hear one of the twins sad. Lydia makes a confused face before going to stand next to Deaton. Scott and I stand behind her for support.

"What do you want?" Lydia asked him.

"I need your help." Ethan replied.

"With what?" Stiles asked suspiciously sticking his head around the corner.

"Stopping my brother and Kali from killing Derek."

~Carry On~

1996:

"Deucalion Dubois, for your crimes you are here by sentenced to banishment." Jedidiah Cole head of the Cole Compound proclaimed to the tribune. Deucalion growled.

"But if you do that you'll be sentencing me to die." Deucalion protested.

"You know the rules Deucalion. We allow our supernatural brothers and sisters to live among us as long as they abide by our rules. You killed 6 people, 6 innocent people, and then killed one of your own in cold blood. Ni mor fuil bheith fuil!"

"Ni mor fuil bheith fuil." The people of the tribune started chanting. The vampire and werewolf guard holding Deucalion began dragging him from the court, "Ni mor fuil bheith fuil!"

"Marion!" Deucalion called out to his blonde-haired cousin who had her two-year old resting on her hip, "Marion! Don't let them do this."

"Ni mor fuil bheith fuil, col ceathrar." She called out to him. The death of those innocents could not be forgotten. It would have been one thing if it was the wolf's time, but it wasn't. Deucalion did it for the thrill. Two other guard went and opened the door while the other two pulled Deucalion through.

"I will kill you all!" Deucalion roared as the doors closed behind him.

~Carry On~

2010:

Scott's Perspective:

"Scott says to just grab something that smells like your dad." I heard Jameson tell Stiles over the phone. Most of us had split up after we had left Deaton's office. Jameson, Allison, Isaac and I went to Allison's penthouse, while Lydia went to warn Derek with Ethan, and Stiles went to gather items that would help me find his Dad by scent.

"Okay, so all I can find is a couple of my dad's undershirts and his boxers. Which do you think is best for picking up a scent? Boxers?" Stiles asked as the elevator dinged signaling we had arrived on Allison's floor. I turn and give Stiles as look through the phone. Jameson smiles and steps off the elevator.

"Scott's not going to put his nose in your dad's boxers." Jameson told Stiles.

"Socks?"

Jameson looks to me and I nod.

"Dogs love socks." She answered. I shot her a glare, before grabbing her hand and towing her closer to me, "I'll call you when we're about to leave. Be safe."

"Will do, and please Jamie, don't do anything to Winchestry without me."

Jameson rolled her eyes.

"Just grab the socks." She said before hanging up.

"So what do you need me to do?" Isaac asked Allison as she unlocked her front door.

"See what you can find in my dad's closet. Anything with a strong scent." She replied walking into the house. Isaac and nodded and headed down another hallway while the rest of us made our way to Mr. Argent's office. Allison opened the door and stopped short.

"Quite an arsenal your father's got here, young lady." A familiar voice said. What was he doing here? I emerged from behind the wall and looked into the room. My dad was at Argents desk with another agent and a deputy. When he saw me he stood up.

"Scott."

"What are you doing here?'

"Following one of the only leads I have. Now, since I don't know where you've been, why don't you have a seat? We can talk." Dad said before raising his voice, "You too, Isaac and Jameson."

"Mother Hubbard." I heard Jameson mumble under her breath. I heard Isaac sigh before coming back down the hall towards us.

"How do you know my name?" Isaac asked my father. Jameson didn't say anything, she looked like she was trying to blend into the wall.

"You name is one of the few thing I know." Dad replied, "To be honest, the rest of what's going on around here has me stumbling in the dark, even over the smallest clue."

"If you're trying to tell me that you don't have a clue," I said coming into the office," I learned that a long time ago."

"I'm really hoping to avoid the embarrassment of dragging my own son into an interrogation room. Really hoping."

I nodded.

"Good, take a seat all of you." He said, "Please, Jameson, come in and join us."

Her heart was pounding a mile per second as she followed Allison and Isaac into the room. I grabbed her hand as she walked past and pulled her to the chairs. There were only two for us to sit in so I sat down in one and had Jameson sit on my knee. Isaac came and hopped on the table between the chairs, while Allison took the free one.

"I'm not going to lie," my father started, "I'm a more than a little disturbed, not only by the number of missing parents, but the fact that it's Stiles' father, your father, and your mother."

"Both of mine are dead, so are Jameson's." Isaac piped up popping some mints into his mouth

"Save the clichéd teenage apathy for your high school teachers. The four of you know more than you're saying, and I'm fully willing to keep you here all night if I have to."

"You can't keep us here." I told him.

"Not without some kind of warrant." Allison agreed.

"I've got a desk full of probably cause."

"My father is a highly respected security consultant," Allison told my Dad as she got out of her chair, "and federally-licensed firearms dealer. That means he has to own a few weapons. Like this 175-pound draw tactical crossbow. Or his carbon steel Marine combat knife. Fifty AE Desert Eagle. Smoke grenade with pull ring igniter."

Allison surprises us all and rips out the ring.

"Go!" She says. The three of us jump up and run from the room.

"Wait! Scott Wait!" Dad calls after us."

~Carry On~

1997:

"Mom-my!" a young girl called out. She could hear screaming, people sounded hurt. "Mommy!"

"Here I am sweetheart," a blonde haired women said coming in to the girl's room. The women is covered in soot and blood "Let's get out of here."

The women, Marion Cole, picked up her 3 year old and held her head against her and ran out of my room.

"Dean! Sam!" She calls out.

"Marion!" Dean yelled.

"What's going on?" Sammy asked. He sounded scared.

"Vampires, have breached the wall. Dean, do you remember the secret door I showed you?"

"Uh-huh."

"Good," she said, "Now take your brother and your sister and run. Don't stop for anything. Okay? Dean!"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good soldier." She said. She pulled her daughter away from her a bit, "Hey, sweetie. You and your brothers are going to go into town for bit. Doesn't that sound like fun?"

"But it's bed time."

"I know, sweetie, but I promise it will be fun."

"Otay."

"Good girl." Marion said hugging her little girl, "I love you, baby."

"I love you, too."

She squeezed her daughter tight, and handed her to Dean. Tears streamed down Marion's face because she knew this was the last time she would ever see her little girl.

"Remember, Dean, you run and don't look back. Get into town and call your father."

"Yes, ma'am."

"I love you boys," Marion pulling all three Winchester children in her arms.

"We love you, too." Sammy said.

"Okay, now run."

Dean and Sammy nodded. Dean then held his sister close and took off. The little girl look over his shoulder and saw her mother. She was crying still, now she was falling.

"Mommy! Mommy!"

"It's going to be okay, Jameson." Her mother called after her, "You'll be okay."

~Carry On~

2010:

Jameson's Perspective:

"Of all the god-damned luck," I yelled once the four of us were driving to the Preserve in my Mustang, "FBI? You dad is effing FBI?"

"Why is that a problem?" Isaac asked from the back.

"It's a problem, because if he makes me. I'm going to prison, and not county prison, we're talking federal big girl prison."

"Why?" Scott asked.

"Because my brother is a serial killer." I explained, I hit the steering wheel, "SON OF A BITCH!"

"What?"

"Yeah, some dumbass shapeshifter decided to wear my brother's face when he was killing a bunch of people, and he got caught. Now, every time we get caught hunting it looks like we're just a homicidal family continuing our spree."

"And it's not like you can explain the supernatural to the FBI." Allison said understanding the issue. I parked the car in front of the main trail of Beacon Hills Preserve.

"It just had to be you, McCall." I said darkly, before getting out of the car. I heard the others clamber out of the car. But I had a serious question for the nutless wonders upstairs, "Is this because I'm a Winchester? Well screw you, bitches, you're next!"

"Jameson calm down." Scott tried.

"Calm down? Calm down? Scott we allied with the Devil's brother, we're missing three parents, not to mention we have a Darach running around and I might get to see if prisoners actually eat better than students in public school. What do I have to be calm about?"

Scott just takes a hold of my face and slams his lips down on mine. All coherent thought just flies out of my head. My eyes closed on their own accord and I began kissing him back. After a few moments he pulled away, but kept his hands on either side of my face. My eyes fluttered opened and he caught their attention with his.

"It's going to be okay, Jameson." Scott said, "We'll figure it out. We're going to stop Jennifer, we're going to get our parents back, and your brothers. And once we do that my dad will leave. It's going to be okay."

"How can you be so sure?" I asked him. Everyone always told me it was going to be okay. We'll find Dad, it'll be okay. We'll kill the yellow-eyed demon and everything will be okay. We'll stop the apocalypse and we'll be okay. People die Jameson, but one day you'll be okay. But it never happened, nothing has ever been okay. What did it even mean to be okay?

"You're just going to have to trust me?" he replied, "Can you do that?"

Can I? I could at least trust the knowledge that I knew he was try his best. I nodded. He smiled at me and kissed me again, before pulling me into a hug.

"You might want to arm up, I don't really know what this lunar eclipse is going to do." Scott said into my ear, I nodded and pulled away. Scott let me go and I look towards the trunk only to find Isaac directly in my line of sight. God, the look on his face, Lydia had said he was in love with me, but I thought it was in the teenage sense of love, I really must have been blind.

"Isa-." I go to speak.

"I still haven't gotten anything from Stiles." Isaac says looking away from me towards Allison, "You?"

"No." She answered, "Scott? Jameson?"

I shook my head and continued to the trunk.

"I don't get it." Scott answered. I popped open the trunk and lifted up the floor.

"All right." Isaac said sounding stiff, "Well, we can't wait for him. Come on."

"James?" Scott asked coming alongside me.

"Just getting a few pieces. Hey, Argent catch!"

She looked up and I tossed her a crossbow I had, but never used. I then tossed her a bag of small arrows fitted for the contraption. She nodded and starting jogging away, assumingly after Isaac because I couldn't see him anywhere. I dug through my arsenal, and pulled out a few items I could use one handedly, like a hand gun and some knives.

"You good?" Scott asked. I nodded and closed up.

"Let's end this."

He inclined head in the direction that Allison had disappeared in indicating that I should follow him. I went after him and we ran into the thick of the forest. Hopefully, come morning we would be able to find our way out of it.

~Carry On~

2002:

"We've been hunting these vamps for years, John," Jameson overhead her mother's cousin, Tex, tell her father, "and they all say the same thing."

"What?' her father asked.

"Deucalion." Her cousin, Chandler, growled.

"They all said it as Deucalion who told them where the compound was and how to get in." Tex said.

"Well what are you going to do?" John Winchester asked.

"We're gonna hunt the bastard down and make him pay."

"What can I do?"

"If you see him, let somebody know. Anyone, really. The Coles still have a lot of friends, and we all want to see him suffer before we gut him."

"Will do." John promised.

~Carry On~

2010

Scott's Perspective:

"Cutting it a little close, aren't we, Scott?" Deucalion said from behind us. We all turned away from the view from the cliff towards him.

"We got a little delayed." I explained, "Where are the others?"

"Occupying themselves with other pursuits."

"So it's just the three of us against her?" I asked taking Jameson injured hand.

"I think you'll be surprised what a good team we make."

"Okay," I said turning to Isaac and Allison, "get Stiles and then get to the root cellar, okay? We'll keep Jennifer away long enough for you to get them out of there."

"How are you going to do that?" Allison asked.

"I have a plan." I answered. "Isaac?"

He wouldn't look at me.

"Isaac?" I tried again.

"What?" he asked shortly.

"I'm trusting you with my mom, please get her out and make sure she's safe." I told him. He looked momentarily surprised before his dark look returned. He nodded and trailed after Allison who had already started for the woods.

~Carry On~

Allison's Perspective:

"Are you sure we're going in the right direction?" Isaac asked moodily. I wanted to snap at him to drop his attitude. The last thing we needed right now was him being distracted, because of the kiss we witnessed between Jameson and Scott.

"I know we're near it." I yelled to him over the noise of the strong wind and thunder, "Do you think you think you can pick up a scent?"

"I'm trying, but I can't…I hear something. It's an emitter. It's one of your dad's."

"Are you sure?"

"It has to be. Jam…Jameson is in the opposite direction. It has to be him. Come on."

Isaac started running towards the sound only he could here. He turned around a bend on the trail and we came up upon this huge tree stump.

"The Nemeton." I breathed before rushing forward. I needed to find that root cellar we were so close. I look around but I couldn't see much because of the dust and leaves the wind was picking up.

"Allison." Isaac says. I turn towards him, and he inclines his head past the stump. I look in the direction he's pointing out and spot the cellar doors. Isaac and I run around the tree trunk and fling open the doors. Isaac helps me over the lip of the doors and we and climb down the rickety stairs.

"Dad!" I exclaim when in noticed a man tied to a post. He smiles in relief. I drop the crossbow Jameson gave me and throw my arms around my father's neck, "Thank God!"

I kiss his forehead so happy to see that he's alive.

"You found us." He said proudly.

"Where's Stiles?" The Sheriff asked, "Where's Jameson? Where are my kids?"

"And Scott?" Mrs. McCall added.

"They're coming, all right?" Isaac replied, "They're on their way to help."

"Okay." Ms. McCall said. Suddenly there was a large cracking noise above our heads, and it wasn't from the storm. I watched as a support beam started to splinter and clumps of dirt fall from the roof of the cellar. Oh God, what was happening?

~Carry On~

Jameson's Perspective:

The storm raged on as Deucalion, Scott, and I headed into the night. Thunder and lightning played tag in the sky, while the wind threw anything it could find at us. It made it hard to see and I mostly relied on Scott to lead me through the dust storm. We were heading to an old distillery that held a lot of history for the werewolves in the area.

It used to be Derek's favorite make out spot, where the Alphas of California would meet, where Ennis declared war on the Argents, and where Gerard punished Deucalion for his crimes against my family. All that power, death, and vengeance had left its mark on the property. I could feel it.

"You said you had a plan?" Deucalion spoke once we reached the entrance of the old building. It was a question I wanted to ask too, I mean I could pick up the gist of what Scott had planned like we stop Jennifer, save the parents, no on dies, etc. But last time Scott held back parts of the plan like that stunt he pulled on Gerard, so it made me wonder what he had up his sleeve this time.

"On the first day of class, Jennifer sent all of us a message." Scott told him, "It was the last line from Joseph Conrad's Heart of Darkness. I got a message of my own to send her. He pulled out his phone and walked over to the werewolf symbol of revenge that had been made by Ennis 8 years before. He pressed a few things and held up his phone like he was taking a video of the barn.

"You see this symbol? It's a symbol of revenge," he said before moving the phone so that all of us could be in the video, "You talk about balance, about saving people. We know what you really want. And you know where to find us."

He then pressed the stop button and started doing something else with his phone.

"Are you sending it to Jennifer?" I asked him. He nodded.

"It's time we ended this, no one else gets hurt."

"Okay." I said, "So what now? Do we just wait?"

"She'll come to us, she won't be able to pass a chance at Deucalion up."

I shot a look at Deucalion who was just stood their quietly taking it all in. He seemed to calm about all of this and that made me nervous.

We didn't have to wait long before a figure was spotted coming towards us. Though I couldn't see who it was at first I knew it was her. As she got closer another figure emerged from behind her. Derek? God, he really was like Sam.

"What are you doing?" Scott asked him.

"And with her?" I added.

"This might be hard to believe, but, actually, trying to help you." Derek replied.

"Ooh. Like brother against brother." Deucalion commented, "Jameson is quite familiar with this phenomenon. Tell them mo banphrionsa, how well did that turn out for your brothers."

I lunged for Deucalion, but Scott caught me and held me back against his chest.

"Jameson…" Deucalion warned.

"Well I'm here." I answered smartly.

"See? And look who's not." Deucalion said, "Are you sure you want to do this Derek? Even as a Beta you could still prove useful to me."

"I'm sure."

Deucalion sighed and began folding up his walking stick.

"Are you ready, Jennifer? He asked, removing his jacket, "Did you gather your herbs? Pray to your ancient gods and your oak trees? Slit a baby's throat, perhaps? Should we show them why you needed to sacrifice nine innocent people just to face me? Or is it 12 now?"

I watched Deucalion shift from his human form into his wolvish one. I had never seen it before. His skin darkened as he changed like a movie monster, his voice resonated with the voice of many. Jennifer took a step back, looking a less sure than she did when she came into the room. Deucalion roared and ran towards her. Derek jumped in between them and went to hit Deucalion. Deucalion caught him mid-swing and Derek tried again. His second try met the same fate. Deucalion twisted his arms causing Derek to groan in pain. Jenifer came around Derek and tried to use her force to send Deucalion flying, but it was like Deucalion absorbed the power. He grabbed both their throats and sent him to the ground. Derek bounced back and came up swing launching into another fight with Deucalion.

"What do we do?" I asked Scott.

"Huh?"

"Do we go for Deucalion? Derek? Jennifer? All three, what?"

"We wait."

"For what? The Millennium Falcon?"

"You'll see."

A resounding thudding noise, cut off my response. I turned towards the noise, and see Deucalion with a fistful of Jennifer's hair as he half drags her across the room. He stops a few feet from us and forces her to her knees. He looks at Scott with a determined look on his face.

"Kill her." He orders Scott, "Do it."

Scott doesn't respond. In anger, Deucalion roars loudly. I cover my ears to block it out but Scott wasn't so lucky. The force of the Alpha command caused Scott to fall on the ground. Once Deucalion saw that Scott had fallen, he stopped. Scott pushed himself up on his knees, all wolfed out.

"Now kill her." He orders, "Your parents are dying. That storm you hear, she's burying them alive. It's her connection to the telluric currents. Kill her and it ends."

"It won't end. Not with me." Jennifer said, "He'll have you kill everyone you love. It's what he does."

"They're dying, Scott." Deucalion reminded him, "You mother, and the parents of your best friends. Kill her now and it's over. Become the Alpha you're meant to be. Become a killer."

"No!" I shouted, everyone turned to look at me, "He's not a killer. Scott is the one that always find the better way, who can find the light in even the darkest of tunnels. And I won't let you destroy him and become like you, like me."

I pulled out my gun from my waistband, and walked forward. I placed the tip of the gun against Jennifer's head. Deucalion grinned. He looked proud, he looked triumphant.

"Good." Deucalion purred, "Do it."

"No." I said, before jerking my thumb at Scott, "Not until he tells me to."

"What?"

"You heard me. I'll pull this trigger and end her, but only when he tells me to, because he's my Alpha, not you."

Deucalion growled.

"The Sheriff is dying Jameson. Don't you want to save the man who showed you more can than your father did."

"Hey! Only I get to talk shit about John Winchester, even on his worst day he was a better man than you." I said to him, "And like you said their dying, they're not dead yet."

"And who's gonna save them? Your friends?" Deucalion mocked me.

"No," Scott said from behind me, "Our pack."

~Carry On~

Isaac's Perspective:

"Is it me, or is this place getting smaller?" I grunted. The cellar was continuing to cave in on itself, and it was getting harder and harder to hold up the beam where we had taken shelter.

"Just hold on, Isaac, they'll be here." Allison urged. I groaned and tried to shoulder the beam better. Come on Scott, come on.

~Carry On~

2002:

"Jamie!" a gruff voiced man called out.

"Coming Dad!" the girl replied crawling out of the backseat of the car. She pulled on her boot has she headed inside the rest stop. A blonde haired 20-something held open the door for the girl as she barreled through.

"What took you so long, Squirt?" He asked mischievously.

"Someone, hid my boot." She said pointedly.

"The fiend."

"Yeah, he's a regular old bastard."

A hand smacked her upside the back of her head.

"Watch, your language young lady." Her brother said sternly, "And don't let Dad catch you saying that stuff."

"Why cause he'll blame you?" She asked. Her brother made a face, and walked away from her. Jamie smirked triumphantly and headed the back of the rest stop where the bathrooms were. As she entered the alcove where they were, she ran into a man coming out of the bathroom.

"Oh, I'm sorry." The man said. Jamie looked up at the man she had run into, "Marion?"

The man's eyes widened when he saw her.

"Is there a problem here?" Jamie's brother asked. His voice more gruff than usual at the sight of the man's hands on his sister's shoulders.

"No, I wasn't watching where I was going and ran into her." The man explained.

"Jamie?" Her brother asked.

"I'm fine, Dean." Jamie answered, backing away from the strange man.

"Have you gone yet?" Dean asked her. She shook her head no, "Well go on. I'll wait here."

"Okay." Jamie mumbled before ducking into the bathroom. The door swinging behind her. Dean continued to stare the man down as he crab-walked past him.

"Come on, Deucalion, or will miss the summit." A women's voice called to the man.

"Coming." Deucalion said, before turning to Dean, "Lovely talking with you."

"Deucalion" Jamie whispered to herself. "It's him."

~Carry On~

2010:

Scott's Perspective:

Deucalion hissed in frustration at our refusal. He knocked Jameson away, sending her flying across the floor.

"James!" I yelled and start to run towards her. A hand reached out and grabbed my neck stopping me in my tracks.

"Pretty speech, Winchester, but I think Scott will come to like our way of doing things. All he needs is a little guidance." Deucalion said as he pushed me forward by my neck. He takes old of my arm and digs into it with his claws. My nails extend out against my will. He brings me towards Jennifer, he's going to make me kill her.

"I forgot to tell you something, something that Gerard told me." I said to him trying to distract him, "Deucalion isn't always blind."

I threw down flash bomb arrows I had taken off Argents desk, they exploded lighting up the brewery. I broke free of Deucalion's grasp and moved away from, turning so not to be blinded. Once I heard the flash bombs stop, I opened my eyes. It was lighter out, a yellow light, instead blueish- white light of the moon. It could only mean one thing.

"The eclipse." Deucalion said confirming my suspicion, "The eclipse. It's started."

I looked around to see if everyone else was okay. Derek was helping Jameson up, Deucalion was moving about slowly blind without his wolf eyes, and Jenifer…she was gone.

"Oh, no."

~Carry On~

Isaac's Perspective:

I could feel the lunar eclipse starting, and the weight on my shoulders grew heavier and heavier.

"The Eclipse," I gritted out, "It's starting. I can't do this for much longer."

"Okay, okay." Allison started panicking, "Wh-what we do?'

"We hold up the roof," Mr. Argent said. I raised my head and saw him position himself to hold take some of the weight. Sheriff Stilinski followed his lead. Once the eclipse was in full swing, all my strength was gone.

"I can't do it. I can't hold it! I can't hold it!" I yelled over the groaning support beams.

"It's too much! It's too heavy!" Allison cried. This was it, I felt myself sink into the dirt from the weight of the dirt pilling on top of us. Then all of the sudden, the roof stopped shift. I looked around and noticed a bat standing in for a support beam with a shocked Stiles kneeling next to it.

"I always said aluminum was better than wood." The Sheriff said. That snapped Stiles out of his shock and he reached over and hugged his father.

~Carry On~

Scott's Perspective:

"Where is she?" Jameson asked. We all look wildly around for Jennifer, and then I see her in her Darach form. She's outside, coming back into the building. She screeches one she crosses the threshold and sends me flying back into some metal tubing. I hear the sound of someone banging something on concrete.

"Stop it!" Jameson yells.

"Jennifer." Derek calls out, "He doesn't know."

"Know what?" she demanded in an eerie voice.

"What you really look like. He knows the cost of bringing Kali into his pack," Derek tells her as I push myself off the ground, "But he's never seen the price you paid."

"No. No, he hasn't" I heard Jennifer say. I looked through the metal tubing and see Jennifer leaning over Deucalion, she reaches down and covers his eyes. He starts screaming and writhing around on the floor, after a minute she removes her hand and the screaming stops. I emerge from behind the tubing to get a closer look.

"Turn to me." She orders, "Turn to me!"

Deucalion turned to her, and I saw what she did to him. She gave him eyes. She goes to hit him, but stumbles backwards. Derek races over to catch her.

"What is this?" She asked reverting to her form as Ms. Blake.

"Healing him made you week, just like healing Cora did to me." Derek told her, "You won't have your strength for at least a few minutes."

"Then you do it." She urged him, "Kill him."

Jameson moved to stand in between Deucalion and pair of them. She would protect him as long as he could get her family back, her home back.

"No." Derek said.

"What?"

"Like my mother used to say, I'm a predator, but I don't have to be a killer." Derek explained. He then gripped her neck, "Let them go!"

Jennifer struggle against Derek's hold and shoved him into some crates. She slapped him and then continued to lash out at him. I run over to help, but Jameson beats me. She charged Jennifer and took both her and Jennifer down. Once they reached the floor, Jameson scrambled off of Jennifer and stood between her and Derek.

"You want him, any of them, you're going to have to go through me first." Jameson announced. Jennifer snarled and ran at her, Jameson jumped to the side and stuck her foot out. Jennifer tripped and stumbled away from Derek.

"He can't do it, Jameson." Ms. Blake said wiping her mouth as she turned to face Jameson. James gave her a questioning look, "He can't possibly open up Lucifer's Cage and free your brothers."

Lucifer?

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

In a couple of the books there was demon named Ruby, she came to the guy as pretty girl, with this story how she wasn't like the other demons, how she still had her humanity. He bought it, and she promised to help him prepare to take down the biggest bad of them all, Lucifer. But it turns out she wasn't trying to keep the beast caged, but to set him free.

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.

"Are you saying you can?" Jameson asked sarcastically.

"I'm saying no one can," Jennifer said with a smirk, "Your brothers are going to rot down there for eternity and there's nothing you can do about it."

Jameson growled and launched herself at the Darach. Jennifer smirked and sent a power blast at her, Jameson flew through the air into Derek. She banged her head hard on the ground. I could smell blood. I felt a roar building up inside of me and I let it loose. I could feel the fur growing on my face and my nails extending.

"Looks like your fifteen minutes are up." I said to her.

Her eyes grow panicky and I take the moment to lunge for her. She throws some dirt up in the air and in falls back down in a perfect circle. Mountain ash.

"Like I told you, Derek, either you or the parents." Jennifer reminded Derek, who came up to the circle with Jameson knocked out in his arms, "Well, I guess I'll just have to take them now. In a few moments they'll be dead and I won't need a lunar eclipse even to kill a Demon Wolf."

No! Not going to happen. I raised my hand and felt for the invisible barrier protecting Jennifer. She smirked at me.

"You've tried this before, Scott. I don't remember you having much success." Jennifer taunted. I ignored her and pressed against the barrier anyway. I pushed on it will all of strength, and could feel it bending to my will. I managed to get one hand across the barrier, than two, and then a foot. Jennifer gasped and took a step back. With one last push I got the second leg across causing the barrier to collapse. It emitted a shockwave that knocked Jennifer off of her feet.

"How did you do that?" Jennifer asked.

"I am an Alpha now." I announced. I knew I was I felt my power grow has I fought the barrier, "Whatever you're doing to cause the storm make it stop, or I'll kill you myself. I don't care what it does to the color of my eyes."

"It won't change the color of mine," I heard Deucalion say from behind me, "so allow me."

He pushed past me and slashed her throat. She choked on her own blood and changed back into the Darach one last time. She gasped for air, before succumbing to her wounds. The wind began to die down and the sky gave a few last cackles before falling silent.

Jameson began groaning, and I rushed over to her and Derek. I carefully took her from him and sat down on a crate.

"Hey." I say to her once her eyes begin to open.

"Hey." She said, she then moves her eyes around trying to see what was going on, "What'd I miss?"

I breathed out a laugh. It was over.

~Carry On~

Stiles' Perspective:

"Scott?" I asked picking up his call.

"Hey. You okay?"

"Yeah, we're okay. We're all okay." I answered. I raise my head and look up at my Dad. Yeah, we were all okay, "How 'bout you? Are you okay?"

"Sort off."

"Do you think you can come get us?" I asked him.

"Yeah. Of course."

"Great. Okay, um, bring a ladder." I told him. The others started to laugh, "Hey, um, can I talk to Jameson."

"Yeah. Hold on. James? He wants to talk to you." Scott said.

"Stiles? Are you okay?" Jameson question, "The Sheriff? Melissa?"

"We're okay. Just a few scrapes and bruises and Isaac could probably use a nap."

I heard Jameson laugh through the phone.

"She's dead." Jameson said bluntly once she was done laughing.

"Good." I said, "Did you cut off her head to see if that works?"

"No, Deucalion slashed her throat. Took all the fun out of it."

"I'm offended for you." I told her.

"We get to go home after this, right? I mean that's what normal people do, right? Go home after the mission."

Home. She called our house, home.

"Yeah, Jay, we get to go home."

~Carry On~

Jameson's Perspective:

I did go home. It's been home for quite a while, but for the longest time I couldn't call it that without feeling like I was betraying my family. But I'm not. Home is where the heart is, it's with the people who you care about and people who care about you. I now have many homes. I have a home with a prickly old man in Sioux Falls, a home with a man who has been beaten but never truly broken, a home with a genius ginger, a blue-eyed boy, a boy with who looks for the light, and a spastic teenager and his father. But I also had a home with two men unfairly trapped in a hell that they couldn't escape from. And if there was something I could do for them, to free them, I had to try.

I slipped out of the house around 2 am and travelled to the McCall house. I climbed up the porch quietly and tapped on Isaac's window. He appeared from behind the curtain and rolled his eyes with annoyed huff.

"Please." I mouthed. He sighed again, and open the window, "Look, I get that I'm one of the last people you want to see right now, but I need your help."

"Why not ask, Scott?"

"Well let's say some of the ethicalness of what we might end up doing will upset his delicate sensibilities."

"The Winchester way?" Isaac asked sounding a tiny bit interested now.

"No, the Jameson way."

Isaac grinned.

~Carry On~

I walked to opening of the brewery with my Winchester rifle resting on my shoulder. I had told Deucalion to meet me here to discuss some business.

"Ah...mo banphrionsa, what can I do for you?" Deucalion asked when he saw me.

"Can you actually do it?" I asked him.

"Do what?"

"Open Lucifer's Cage."

"No." Deucalion said. I nodded. I guess I always knew he couldn't.

"I figured as much." I said, "Since we're being honest here, there's something you should know."

"What?"

~Carry On~

2002:

Deucalion Dubois is in CA- JW.

Jameson Winchester looked over the text one more time before sending the message off to one of the Argents. If her father wasn't going to get her revenge for the death of her mother and the rest of her family, she would do it herself.

~Carry On~

2010:

"It was me." I told him. Deucalion cocked his head to the side in confusion, "It wasn't John Winchester who told the Argents where you were 8 years ago. It was me."

"Why?" he asked.

"Oh, come on Dukey, did you really think the Coles wouldn't find out it was you?" I asked him. Realization came over his face, "Funny thing really, the surviving Coles were actually pissed off that their family and friends were slaughtered. So they hunted down the 120 vamps that attacked the compound, and they were so ready to give up the name of the man who told them where the Compound was and how to get it in. And all for what? Because the Coles rid themselves of a killer."

Deucalion roars and came at me, but I lowered my rifle and pointed it at him and he slowed down into a stop.

"You don't know what our family was like. I didn't deserve to be abandoned."

"No, you were just upset that you lost their protection, now the deaths you cause could be avenged. I heard one of your murder count was an Argent. I bet that cause some sleepless nights."

"I didn't know what I was doing, the wolf sometimes he-."

"Save it. Maybe it's true for the people before you were exiled, but you were in full control of yourself when you betrayed our family. When you killed my mother, because you did kill her sure as if you broke her neck yourself."

"So what are you going to do? Kill me?" Deucalion asked, "I still have won. The Coles are all gone and I'll have turned you in to a killer."

"No," I said adamantly, "Team Tiny Werewolf Brain says killing is bad, and maybe they're right."

Deucalion looked relieved.

"But they didn't say anything about this." I said aiming my gung lower and firing. Deucalion roared in pain and dropped to the ground clutching his crotch.

"Call me if those actually grow back, I've always been curious." I said to him before shouldering my rifle. I whistle Carry on Wayward Son as I walk out of the brewery.

"So that's the Jameson way?" Isaac called out. I looked down the path to see him sitting on the hood of my car. I shrug, "Do you feel better now?"

"Yeah, thanks for coming with me." I tell him heading towards the trunk.

"I just wanted to see if you would actually do it."

"I guess I was just saving it for someone special." I responded as I lift up the trunk door. I heard Isaac laugh, and I joined in.

~Carry On~

Scott's Perspective:

I heard my door open, and I sat lifted myself up on my elbows to see who it was. A tri-colored haired head popped in. She smiled when she saw I was up.

"Hey," She said in her raspy voice.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" I asked her.

"Well, Isaac and I got back from raising a little hell," She answered coming into the room, "and I thought since I'm here I might come in for a visit."

"Wait, you didn't call that British guy again did you?" I asked her suddenly wide awake.

"Crowley?" No, he's in the clear…for now."

"So, do I want to know what you two were up to?" I asked.

"Probably not." She said.

"Is anyone dead?"

"No, in an extreme pain, but no one's dead." She said unzipping her pants.

"Whoa, what are you doing?"

"Relax, McCall. I have underwear on, I just hate sleeping in jeans." She said pulling her pants down her very long legs. I tried and failed not to watch her take off her jeans. Her jacket came next and she tossed them on a dresser. She then lifted the corner of my blankets and slipped in next to me. I scooted back down and she curled right up against me, burying her face into my chest. I smiled and threw my arm over her waist and pulled her closer. I slid a leg in between her intertwining us further. I propped myself up again and leaned in to capture her lips. She smiled lazily against my lips before responding. I felt her tongue running along my lip asking for entrance, but I pulled back there was something I needed to ask first. She pouted in disappointment, making me want to kiss her again.

"James?"

"Hmm…"

"About this…us…what do…"

Jameson pressed her finger to my lips stopping me. Seeing that I was going to stay quiet. She ran her finger down my face, my neck, shoulder, arm, until it reached my hand. She slipped her whole hand into mine.

"How about we start with this." She said holding up our hands, "And work from there."

"I would like that." I told her.

"Good," she said stretching up to kiss my jaw, "Night, McCall."

"Night, James."

~Carry On~

There it is the last chapter of Carry on Wayward Werewolves. Please review and let me know what you thought about the final chapter.

Gaelic phrases:

Ni mor fuil bheith fuil- roughly translated it's supposed to me Blood Must Have Blood.

Ni mor fuil bheith fuil, col ceathrar- Blood Must Have Blood, Cousin.

mo banphrionsa: My Princess