Notes:

So what's up peeps. I'm back. I've been writing on the new part a bit and got sidetracked. I don't know if you guys will like it. But I need it to happen for the story to progress as I want it to so it shall happen anyway.

You have no idea what I'm talking about, but it's okay. You'll see. This is the LAST official chapter. There is one more, and epilogue of sorts, that helps lead to the next one. But yeah this is it. Part 4 is basically done.

Thanks for reading, I'll see you soon, in the next story.

Stiles POV:

Luckily Scott actually listened to me and put me in a circle of salt. So at least Gerad is stuck in me, inside this circle. Which means I can't truly hurt anyone. Which big plus in my books. It has been hectic for so long. And I actually feel calm. Odd as it is. I'm definitely trapped. Apparently Gerard never really dealt with ghosts. Probably likes to kill things he can see feel pain. So he attempts to get out a few times. But to no avail. Were stuck. Gerard speaks a lot of crap to Scott trying to rile him up. But Scott ignores him. Eventually, I see both Scott and Isaac react to some noise somewhere out of my hearing range. We wait a bit before the room fills with hunters and werewolves alike. I look at Derek and Peter, they look fine. Thank god. Well, other than the bullet hole in Derek's chest but I see the unmarked skin underneath. So it's likely no wolfsbane was used.

I can feel my face frown,

"Damn shame, not even one of the mutts got offed," I say. Everyone looks at me. Some not expecting those words from me. Chris steps up.

"Gerard." He says with hate in his voice. I smirk

"My failure, how has it been. Still thinking that those dogs are safe, that you could trust them?" He says pointedly at Derek. Derek looks still hurt. Probably hearing my voice say it adds to the pain.

"So your the famed Winchester's," I say to my cousins. They both turn to me. They are both frowning.

"I've heard so much, how you kill no questions asked. Perfect hunters. You have no stupid codes in place. A very nice situation figured out." I say as I smirk.

"Chris could learn something."

"Enough." Bobby interrupts.

"Oh, I heard of you too. Though not as widespread as these kids. But you're pretty well known. Stiles knows a bit about you too. Did you know he did a background check? On you, his cousins. Police check too. Lots of interesting things about you guys. All the deaths and murders surrounding you all. Very interesting." I have this continuous smirk on my face. I can see what Gerard is trying to do. He's trying to piss off my cousins. Which seems to be working by how pissed Dean looks. He has his gun in his hand raised almost to my chest. I can see the debate in his mind. His finger is twitching.

I see him share a quick nod with Sam. At first, I fear he's actually going to shoot me. But he must have a plan. I open my mouth to say something but something no one expects happens. Dean raises his gun with practiced ease. He aims it at my chest and shoots. It hurts. Fuck does it hurt. Plus he is wielding a shotgun. Meaning a spray of bullets. A spray of very painful bullets.

"Ow, Fuck!" I feel two large hands grab me out of the circle. I see some kind of cloudy smoke stuff in front of me. It looks pissed and starts to reach for me. I see it hit something hard but I don't see anything there. I notice the cloud thing has a face. A face I know and hate. But I can't think very well. I have a very bad headache as well as a stinging pain in my stomach. I hear yelling and growling. I see two sets of blue eyes appear above me. They look concerned. The pain dulls considerably. I sigh,

"-ank's guys" I see my dad. He is grabbing my face he's saying something, I assume he's reassuring me, but my ears are kind of shot. From when the gun went off and the pain I still feel. I feel sleepy, my eyes are closing slowly. I see Alli come into view for a second. But I'm not too sure cause she's gone the next second. Or I closed my eyes. It's really dark. And I'm tired. I'm gonna sleep for a second, just a sec, It'll be quic-.

At the same time Bobby's POV:

I see Stiles mouthing off at Dean and Sam then he says some surprising things to me. I know it's not Stiles, I've through this enough times, but it still shocks me. Seeing the face of someone I spent so much time with, turn so cruel and unnaturally sarcastic. It still bothers me. I see Dean out of the corner of my eye, he is silently talking to Sam with just his eyes. They both nod in silent agreement, Dean moves to raise his gun. I'm not sure what threatens will do to a ghost. Well, that's what I think he's doing until he fires off a shot. He shoots Stiles in the stomach. Then all hell breaks loose.

For a spilt second, everyone just stops. We all look at Stiles in shock. Then we all move. Peter and Derek's eyes illuminate to a supernatural blue hue. They soon sprout claws and fangs and growl at Dean. He pulls the shotgun back up and glares at them. Sam moves in the confusion, he grabs Stiles' still form and hauls him out of the circle. Stiles coughs gaining the attention of everyone in the room. The sheriff runs to him grabbing him forcefully from Sam and laying him down in his lap. Peter and Derek seem to abandon Dean and head to Stiles. They both grab one hand. I'm curious as to what they plan to do. The sheriff seems to not understand either and is telling them to leave him. But they shake their heads and tighten their grip. These mucky back veins appear going up there arms. I step closer to trying to stop them, but Stiles opens his eyes. He looks at them. And speaks in a quite slur,

"-anks guys." He smiles at the werewolves. They smile back.

The sheriff asks the question I was silently thinking in my head,

"What are you doing?" Sam and Dean step closer but stay to the outside from the glare the sheriff was giving them. Peter answered Derek seemed too distracted by staring at Stiles.

"We're taking the pain. We can't heal him but he at least won't feel anything, until he can get treated." Stiles was moving his head, he kept grimacing and mumbling things. They came out in incomprehensible slurs. I look to Chris he's watching the ghost of Gerard Argent bang his form against the barrier he is surprisingly still in. His appearance was weird as he had weird teeth and he bleeding black goo everywhere. He seems to be seething in anger, he's trying to break out but to no avail since he cannot pass the salt circle. Chris is just watching him on one hand and keeping an eye on what's happening with Stiles from afar. Allison rushes up to Stiles' still form and looks him in the eye, she calls for Scott, who I forgot was there and she told him to come help already. He rushes over with a timid looking Isaac trailing behind, Isaac was were watching Sam and Dean with afraid eyes. Scott also put a hand on Stiles and he too had black veins start to spread up his arm. Stiles seemed to start to sway and soon passed out. Probably from feeling no pain suddenly, if what Peter said was true.

The sheriff kept yelling for Stiles to wake up, but he got nothing. Derek reassured him he was fine, and that he only passed out. The sheriff soon coming to terms with what Derek said to be true he stood and called for an ambulance for Stiles. Peter went to pick Stiles up, but as he was lifting him something golden fell from his back pocket. I bent down to pick it up and it was apparently the hilt of a sword. A broadsword, I assume to be Gerard's. Said looked at what I was holding and glared. He looked to be going full vengeful spirit in rage.

The sheriff stands up with an angry face,

"What the hell were you thinking? Do you even think? No don't answer that, You weren't thinking because if you were you wouldn't of shot my son." The sheriff then pulls his own gun and points it at Dean. Dean backs up and puts his hands up. Sam looks like a deer caught in a headlight, not knowing how to deal with an angry sheriff. Dean looks the same, but he's watching Peter who is carrying Stiles upstairs, with Derek, Allison, Scott, and Isaac. Trailing behind. They leave the room apparently hearing the ambulance near the school.

I give the boys a glare but I walk to the sheriff and push the gun down. He looks about to yell again,

"Listen you can yell at them for however long you want. But first, let's take care of that. " I say as I point to Gerard's form. Chris is still watching him. The sheriff nods after watching Gerard bang against the barrier a few more times.

"Fine. But be warned we will have a long talk when this is over." He then looks at me,

"So what do we do?" I lift the hilt of the sword, that fell off Stiles' body.

"Well, we just need to burn this, However, we seem to be missing a bit." Gerard has a smug smile.

"You think I'm stupid. I learned all sorts of stuff while in Stiles' mind. I hid the rest in places you'll never find. Stiles might've known but who knows he might be dead soon. Then you'll be stuck with me. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" Gerard's ghost said as he burst into maniacal laughter. I frowned, that was going to be a problem if he broke the sword up too much we'd have trouble finding it all. Hmmm, I don't know what to do yet.

I hear footsteps hurry down the stairs I fear that something bad happened, but then Peter rushes in.

"Uh, I heard the conversation from upstairs and Stiles woke for a second so I asked him. He told me it was in his car so, uh here." He said holding the rest of the blade. Gerard was screaming and clawing at the barrier.

"You damned dogs, I WILL KILL YOU!" He was bleeding more black liquid the angrier he got. Peter seeming not fazed just smirked and handed me the blade.

"Here do it." I put the blade and hilt on the floor. I put salt and gasoline on it. I dropped a match and stood back. It wasn't sudden, more gradual since it was a sword. But soon enough Gerard started to scream in pain. Chris looked away but stayed. Dean and Sam looked on like normal. The sheriff watched until the screaming got more intense then he turned away as well. Peter was staring with a smirk the whole time he seemed to grimace as the fire engulfed him but seemingly was happy with what was happening. I watched with practiced ease. I had no pity for him, he was not someone who deserved pity in my books.

Sometime later after all the fighting was over. The sheriff went to town on Sam and Dean. And how stupid they were. Now they decided to discuss what the hell is going on in this town. We were sitting in the hospital around Stiles. Stiles was wide awake. Peter and Allison seemed to be near him, more like hovering. Derek was here earlier but Stiles and he had some kind of argument and he left. That kid Scott left with Isaac after a second, because they made some excuse like there wasn't enough room.

Sam and Dean apologize to Stiles and the sheriff. The sheriff doesn't forgive them, but Stiles says he understands why Dean shot him and thanks him. Dean then asks Stiles all the questions about how he was a hunter and why for that matter? But Stiles gives Sam and Dean the explanation of the town. And what happened to lead up to this moment, then he brings in everyone else's story up until the point where they're at now. In the end, Sam and Dean were kinds of speechless. Sam is kind of proud of Stiles if his face was any indication. Dean seems to not like the fact that there so many supernatural creatures around and alive. But Stiles shoots him down right away. He argues strongly almost getting up before being pushed down by Peter. He is very adamant that the supernatural in this town are under his control and Dean and Sam have no say about anything here, While Stiles has argument still left in him. So Sam gives up and makes Dean begrudgingly agree. They come up with about the same agreement Stiles and Bobby originally made those few months ago, well more like a few days ago. No weeks definitely weeks. And with that, the Winchesters say goodbye to the pack his house. Back to and their little bit of family left. Bobby stays until Stiles can leave the hospital then he too soon leaves.

Notes:

Hi, how was the ending? Was it good?

Next chapter is gonna be up soon.

Soon enough I'm talking on a phone with two very loud friends and Writing is hard, like this but I can't hang up on them. They argue like a married couple with problems and it's funny as hell. But I can't type and listen because of they won't talk for five minutes but then all of a sudden they scream, And I can't keep up. I'm just dead most of the time so I probably won't write any more today. Maybe, So bye.