A/N: 1/21/2020. Posted chapters 16-30 tonight. Some of these have been beta read some haven't. I will update the ones that haven't as I get to them.
Noah paced his office. Today was the day he had scheduled to talk to his deputies about all the weird shit that happened in Beacon Hills.
He had gathered up a massive stack of case files, all that had been caused by supernaturals, as proof. He also asked Jordan to come in and help him. He felt a little bad about putting the hellhound on display but it was clear from the comments from the other deputies they already knew, and they still trusted Jordan. So using him seemed the best option.
He also asked Chris and Ric to come in and talk. He hoped they two hunters would be able to give his officers some pointers and advice.
"You okay?" Chris asked surprising him. He hadn't heard the other man walk in.
"Nervous." He replied, turning to sit on the edge of his desk.
"You said they already know, or suspect. So why are you nervous?" Chris asked moving to sit on the arm of the couch.
"Suspecting is different then knowing." He replied, "right now they only have an idea about some of the things in this town. They don't know about Hellhounds and werewolves, or Tricksters and vampires. What if they can't handle the truth?"
Chris shook his head, "Noah, they would already be gone. Even if they didn't know, the things that happen in this town, tend to scare off the weak or afraid. Your deputies haven't run yet, I don't think they will once they get all the facts."
"You think?" He asked.
"I do."
He smiled at the man's calm demeanor. It wasn't just Jordan that was outing himself here today. Chris worked in the background and kept himself hidden as best as possible, by coming here today he was adding to the list of people that knew about him. And he was doing it because he had asked.
"I thank you yet?" he asked the hunter.
Chris chuckled, "No, but I think I know how you can."
Caught by surprise Noah cocked his head to the side, "What do you mean?"
A flicker of uncertainty crossed Chris's face before the man took a breath.
"Dinner." The hunter said, "tonight?"
Noah stared at the man. Dinner? Like a date? He almost asked, but then he took in the nervous shifting of Chris's weight as he sat on the arm of the couch. The way the man's tapped his fingers on his knee and how he wasn't looking him in the eye.
His mind raced, he had thought about it, of course. They way they were drawn to each other, comfortable with each, and how they both clearly were interested in Melissa. But he never imagined him and Chris going out on a date. For some reason it always played in his mind, that it would be dinner at Melissa's, movies at Melissa's. Truth was he hadn't tried to picture anything after that. He was too unsure he would ever get to that part, to trey and picture more.
"I…" He started but stopped not sure what to say.
He saw Chris's school his features and realized that man was getting ready to hide, to shut down, and pretend this hadn't happened.
"I want to." He shouted, a little louder than necessary, causing them both to flinch from the volume. He cleared his throat, "I just don't know, I don't know how to do this." he pointed between him and Chris. "Claudia was my highschool sweetheart. I never imagined dating again. Not until I realized how I felt about Melissa. Even with her I never thought about dates. It was just wanting to be with her, around her." he took a breath, "This with you, I don't know what I'm doing." he finished.
Chris smiled at him, "Neither do I."
"So what do we do?" He asked.
Chris shrugged, "I figured we could try dinner. Talk to each other, see if this," the hunter stopped for a second, "see if this is more than friendship. More that our feeling for Melissa or the kids."
"If it is?" He asked, his hands started to sweat as became nervous again, but for an entirely different reason.
Chris smiled, "then we talk to Melissa and see where it takes us."
He returned Chris's smile, "sounds good." then he had a thought, "what about the kids?" he asked and was very confused when the other man started to laugh.
He raised an eyebrow.
Chris stopped laughing but still smiled, "Scott supports up wholeheartedly and I believe Stiles and Malia have a bet going on when the three of us will get together. At least that's what Isaac told me when he asked what date he should pick."
Noah dropped his head against his chest. Of course his son would know and have a betting pool going. He shook his head as he chuckled.
He looked back up at Chris,"what'd you tell Isaac?"
The other man smirked, "to mind his own business."
A knock at the door kept him from laughing again. He looked up to see Ric and Jordan, he waved them in.
"You guys ready?" He asked. Jordan he could tell was nervous, but Ric looked calm.
"Isn't the first time I've done this." The other hunter replied with a shrug.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Mystic Falls. The local Sheriff, Elizabeth. She was thrown into this world when her daughter was turned into a vampire. After bad things kept happening she found it easy to tell her deputies the truth and point out who was a friend and who was foe."
"It work?" he asked, hoping it had.
"For the most part." Ric replied. "One or two deputies couldn't understand how vampires could be good people or that werewolves weren't mindless beasts. But eventually things balanced out. The officers now know to call me or Jeremy if they come across something 'weird'."
"They're here." Jordan said suddenly and Noah looked up to see the man's eyes held a slight glow. He didn't know much about how the hellhound and Jordan worked, but he got the impression that the creature inside Jordan was speaking, not Jordan,
"Then let's get this over with."
Dean's pov
Dean was sound asleep when someone banged on their hotel room door. He groaned and threw a pillow at Sam's bed. Hoping to wake his brother up. Sam grumbled at him but he heard his brother get up and open the door.
"Took you long enough." A grumpy voice said before Dean looked up to see Bobby shouldering his way past his brother.
"Hey Bobby." he said sitting up.
"Boys." Their almost uncle greeted.
"What are you doing here?" Sam asked.
"Well I figured you two idiot's needed me. From the sounds of it you are neck deep in crap and could use the help." Sam chuckled and while Dean flipped the older man off.
"I've got a spell for you two to try." The man pulled out one of the small kitchen table chairs and sat down, dropping a book on the table. "It won't help you find the wolves but it will offer some help."
"How so?" He asked, getting out of bed to sit on edge where Sammy joined him.
"If done correctly, it will show you the spell caster." Bobby opened the book, shifting through the pages until he found the spell he was looking for. "This will illuminate the witch or magic user that cast the clocking spell on the wolves. The book says there will be an aura or haze around that person. Not much more on what exactly you'll see. Downside is, only one person can cast the spell, and they will be the only ones who can see this haze. And they have to see the caster to see the aura. But I figured it would give you boys a heads up."
"We need to get the other's together and see who wants to be the one to cast the spell." Sam said, "I have a feeling the pack will want one of their own."
"It's a little early." he muttered glaring a little at Bobby for the early wake up call.
The man raised an unimpressed eyebrow, "drove all night, ungrateful little shit."
Dean snorted,"so take Sammy's bed and get some rest. We'll call the other's in a bit."
His brother sent him a glare but didn't protest the comment.
"I'm up anyways." Sammy muttered, "You guys get some sleep."
Dean didn't need to be told twice. He rolled over and went back to sleep. Before he drifted off he heard Bobby move to the bed and Sam leave.
Noah's pov
He found himself in a good mood as he left the station midmorning. The deputies like Chris guessed took the news well. They sat through his explanations for a number of unsolved crimes that weren't really unsolved, and a different explanation about the different supernaturals in town. He had asked the pack before hand if they were alright with him telling the officers about them.
The only two that had any issues with it where Lydia, who had been a little reserved but agreed only if he promised the deputies didn't try and approach her mother. It seemed Natalie wasn't open to discussing what her daughter was. And Corey. The young man had paled when asked and all but begged to be left out of it. It reminded him of the conversation Melissa and him had about the young man when he moved into the McCall house.
He had promised her he would talk to the kids parents. He hadn't had the time before, but he found some free time today and looked into them. The Bryant's owned and worked at a local odds and ends shop. It seemed that luck was on his side, the shop was empty except for Bryant's.
They didn't look happy when he walked in.
"What do you want?" The woman, Amanda snapped at him. She looked like she hadn't slept in days and her husband didn't look much better.
"I wanted to talk to about your son, Corey." He said trying to keep a light tone to his voice.
"That thing is not my son!" She growled, "my son died. That…" she spit, "thing, is not him." Noah's stomach dropped, how could a parent say that? Even after all that happened to Stiles with the nogitsune he never would have abandoned his son.
'Ma'am, please. Your son-" he was cut off by her husband, Curtis moved in front of his wife, glaring at the Noah. "Is a monster!" the man hissed. "It should have stayed dead." The man suddenly jumped and looked over his shoulder, not at his wife but behind her. Noah confused looked backwards and tried to see what had the man was looking out but say nothing.
"Is everything okay?" He asked.
"Nothing to do with you." the woman said, her voice cracking over the words. She coughed a couple times before glaring at him, "what ever you have to say about that thing," she fell into another coughing fit, "we don't-" she stopped and made a sound like she was trying to clear her throat. Noah watched as she moved to the counter and took a drink from a bottle of water.
After she turned to him and opened her mouth, nothing came out. Her eyes widened and she grabbed her throat, her mouth still working like she was trying to get the words out.
"You should go." Mister Bryant said, but the man was twitchy and kept looking around like something was going to jump out and attack him. Not sure what else to do, Noah turned and let the store. He would tell Melissa that Corey was better off with her and he would try to get these two to sign away custody, just in case.
He stopped on the sidewalk, pulling out his phone ready to call Melissa when a man appeared next to him. While Noah faced the street, the brown haired man faced the shop. Noah was sure it was the trickster from the night before.
"Loki, right?" he asked.
The man pulled a lollipop out of his mouth and smiled at him,"yepp."
"Was that you in there?" he asked, hoping he wasn't offending the man.
The trickster frowned, "some lessons are harder to teach."
"What do you mean?" he asked turning to look in the store window. The woman was waving her hands wildingly while her husband backed away from her, a scared wide eyed look on his face.
"He called his son a monster, to his face. Made the kid afraid of not only his parents but himself. Ruined how the kid saw himself." The man's tone was cold, "So I gave him monsters. Or at least the impression of them. That flicker just out of the corner of your eye, the strange shadow on the ground, odd noises in the middle of the night. Things that you are sure you see of hear something but when you turn to look, nothing. He'll keep expecting those monsters he is so afraid to jump out and get. Even though there is nothing there. And her, never a kind word spoken. Not to her husband, sure as hell not to her kid. I took her voice, not completely. You see, she can talk just find. When she's being nice or respectful," the man chuckled, "Wonder how long it will take her to figure that out."
"Nice meeting you Sheriff." And before Noah could ever process what the hell just happened the man is gone. Stunned he wondered if he should call Chris instead of Melissa.