Noah spent hours up in that attic, sorting through all the clothes, and journals, some things that were meant for their child like the red bracelet meant to keep off the Evil eye. The journals told of Claudia's anger at John hunting with those boys, and her worries over Noah when he was still working as a beat cop , her wedding plans, her pregnancy then her month apart from him and her final decision to just come to Beacon Hills, with her mother, oh, The Sheriff sat heavily again, he forgot about Lottie, there were a few of her things here too, like her Crucifix, good lot that did, and there at the very bottom of the box was the rest of their wedding photos. Obviously some of them wouldn't make sense for a supposedly Polish wedding, but they did make sense for a mix of the Peruvian traditions that his father in law insisted on. All these people he forgot, and he was sure they don't remember him either. Probably still don't, he thinks the spell or whatever only broke on him. Sighing, he was feeling a bit stiff sitting in the cold room, and grabbed the journal Dean wanted him to read, and a few pictures. Noah looked down the stairs and saw the mess he made, saw that Dean cleaned a bit but only so that there wasn't more damage done to the photos, and that all the big pieces of glass were picked up—the floor was still glittery though. Noah sighed, he best clean up.

Going into the kitchen it was a lot better than he left it. Everything was put away, the partially full bottle of alcohol was now dumped out and lying in the sink, and Noah felt like an asshole all over again. Making Dean clean up after him, hurting him and repeating a pattern that Dean was all too familiar with. Shaking his head Noah headed for the closet that held the vacuum and dragged it out, he can't remember the last time he cleaned the house, never really had time, and usually Dean or the hales did it. Noah looked at the chores board where Stiles was keeping track, the board was a reward system for the ADHD child who needs structure, there were a few names on there, Mummy, there was nothing beside that name anymore, there was nothing beside the Daddy either, but Peter and Dean had marks in their rows, even Derek got his name up there. Stiles looked like he needed a treat for a job well done though.

Noah started up the vacuum and tried his best to get everything, when he was done he added a little mark by his name. Looking at the time, it was half past 6 and he hadn't eaten a damn thing all day, truth be told he hadn't really eaten in a week, Noah looked in the fridge and found a turkey sandwich and a note saying there were chips in the cupboard beside the fridge. He also noticed that anything alcoholic was gone in its place was a pitcher of unsweetened iced tea. Eating half of his sandwich, and downing the unsatisfying drink Noah showered and went to sleep, tomorrow he will phone Dean.

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The sheriff woke up slowly, alone in the empty house, it was far too quiet. Looking at his clock it was 4 in the morning, sighing he got up. Thinking over the years, without Claudia, and the ones with Stiles. He refused to think of whatever it was. Sitting down on the hard kitchen chairs waiting for coffee to brew the Sheriff started writing a list of questions to ask Dean.

Noah got his coffee and slowly sipped it savoring the bitter heat, debating eating, and settled for dry toast. Slowly three hours went by Noah figured 7 was a good time to call Dean seems to be up fairly early most mornings. This doesn't mean Noah phoned right away, he read and reread his list, and sighing Noah just got it over with.

"Hello" a groggy Peter answered. Noah checked to see if he phoned the right number.

"Umm, Peter."

"Oh, hey—"the Sheriff heard a muffled conversation, and movement. "Here's Dean."

"Morning Noah" Dean harshly whispered into the phone. His movements were louder than his voice, and Noah heard him tell Peter to tell Stiles Dean is cooking breakfast if he wakes up.

"How's Stiles?"

"Uhh, okay, cries himself to sleep, he's been sleeping in the Cabin with me and Peter, still depressed and sad and hurting though he is hiding it really well during the day." Noah winced Dean really wasn't holding back. And his voice increased in volume the longer he talked "Though unless you're coming over here now, you can't speak to him."

"I'm not ready yet, I need to understand a few more things." Noah looked at the empty cupboards and the dirty dishes, and the broken ones. "I also need to prepare the house again. Get it ready for Stiles to come home. H—How are you, Dean, I really am sorry"

"Its fine you were angry and scared, and drunk. Nothing new to me." Noah felt gutted. God this was not easy to get through. Noah asked so many questions, and Dean answered every single one succinctly, Noah heard the threat in the tone of his nephew's voice that Stiles comes first no matter the cost. He learned that his son can fly, and heal, and move things with his will alone, that a lot of people knew that Stiles isn't his kid, but John didn't know he had another son. He found out about Demons, and Angels having children to fight a cosmic war, and that Stiles was special. He learned more about ghosts and vengeful spirits. That there are other things, but he decided he didn't need to know unless he was involved somehow. Dean hung up saying Breakfast was ready, and phones are not allowed at the table. Looking up, the Sheriff was shocked they talked for over an hour.

After hanging up Noah got to work thoroughly cleaning up the house, throwing everything broken away, wiping the walls, cleaning out closets, finding that one annoying attachment so he could vacuum in the corners. Threw the throw blankets and pillows into the wash, and even vacuumed the chairs since he had the thing set up for it now. He collected all of the demons things and put them in a box, as much as he wanted to throw them away, those items were his sons to decide their fate. Once finished Noah ate the other half of the sandwich. Noah decided to start reading the Journal it was titled the adventure of Claudia Shultz and Mary Campbell. He ended up falling asleep on the couch.

The next morning he woke up as the sun shone in his eye. Getting up sore and cramped but feeling better today he was going to go shopping, they needed food in the house, more than just stale dry cereal, a half a loaf of bread and peanut butter. Noah showered, which he hasn't done for a couple of days, shaved, and cleaned himself up.

As Noah shopped he looked at the people around him, wondered how many people have been saved from the supernatural and never known about it, or how many did know. He took interest in the people in his town, he said hi to the chipper cashier with the really sad eyes, the little old lady who just probably wants someone to talk to, even if it's about how to pick out the proper vegetables, and fruits. He also smiled at the child so enraptured by the live seafood. He needed to connect with people more, he needed to connect with Stiles more. Noah got him a bag of gummy candies, as a start for all the little treats he earned on that board.

Getting everything home, and organized into cupboards felt like a new beginning, Noah phoned Dean as he cooked himself dinner once again asked how everyone was, and told Dean that maybe only one more day, he was feeling better, and he will phone again tomorrow.

As Noah was sitting down to eat his phone rang, thinking it was dean he ran to where he left it on the counter, he liked the no phones at the table rule.

"Hello"

"Uh, Hi Uncle Noah"

"Oh Sam how are you?"

"Fine, I just, "Sam stopped and breathed for a moment. " I just, need to tell you, Dean probably is still hiding it, but you deserve to know, that wasn't Aunt Claudia you buried, it was a Demon, and Dean knew all this time, and your son isn't your son, he's a monster. I don't think it's safe for you to be near him, who knows what it's capable of."

Noah was shocked, of everyone he knew now were hunters, he expected this attitude from John. "Excuse me." Now he was furious. "Are you insane?"

"No I am a hunter, and before you start the supernatural exists and it's real, Uncle Noah Monsters are real and your son is one of them." Noah hung up on the spiel, and angrily sat down to his meal, and just like that his good mood disappeared. His phone rang three more times, and decided to phone dean after his meal.

"Noah what's wrong?" is how Dean answered the phone.

"Your brother is what's wrong, he phoned me to tell me Stiles is a monster." The Sheriff listened to Dean groan over the phone.

"Kay, you know what, maybe it's a good thing Stiles is here, and he should stay until Sam shows his hand. Also maybe you visiting, first before he goes home permanently." Dean sounded hopeful, and the Sheriff relaxed, if Stiles' safety is being differed to him than that's a good thing, he didn't mess up too badly.

"No, you're right, I will be there tomorrow, I have a feeling Sam is about as stubborn as the rest considering I hung up on him and he phoned three times."

"That's not good, he might get desperate, you have to answer if he phones again, and I know it will be hard but hear him out. Best case he comes to you, worst he has dad with him, and if word of Stiles gets to John, it will be war." Noah knew now that wasn't an exaggeration, or colloquialism.

"Alright I will be out there tomorrow, for sure now, tell Stiles I will see him yeah."

There was a long pause, like a conversation was going on with stares and gestures, and Noah waited. "Sure thing, I will see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow" Noah let a breath go he didn't know he was holding.

Cleaning up his dinner mess, and looking at the house the pictures of Claudia, and then the change to Cloudia, he tied the red bracelet he found to Claudia's keys to the Jeep and went to bed, his son needs him now, and tomorrow he will prove that he needs Stiles as well.