It's the Same Wherever You Go

Chapter Thirty-One:

Hostage Station

After figuring out the mystery of the year, the group heads over to the Stilinski household, ready to report to the sheriff about who the real killer is.

Stiles beats on the door until his father opens up.

"Do you realize that two of you have a key, right?" John grumbles, glaring at the three teenagers.

"That would have been too easy," Jaydra comments, following Stiles up to his room.

Scott and John follow quickly, as Stiles begins to spill out his theory on the whole thing, flipping through a recent yearbook.

Finding the page of Matt, Stiles puts the yearbook in front of his father.

"There's your killer!"

John looks down at the page, where Stiles so helpfully marked Matt's photo with several red sharpie circles.

"This kid's the real killer?"

Stiles grins widely, nodding his head rapidly. "Yeah!" It seems like it was an easy task to convince John!

"No." Or not.

Stiles mouth drops open. "Yes!"

"No."

"Okay, dad, come on! Everyone knows that the police look for ways to connect victims in a murder," Stiles quotes, holding his hands up trying to keep his dad's focus. "So all he had to do is look through their transcripts and figure out which class they all had in common."

"You forgot one thing," John says, crossing his arms as he looks down at his son. "The rave promoter, Kara, wasn't in Harris' class."

The Stilinski son's mouth fell open as he sputters, trying to come up with a rebuttal. But it wasn't a rebuttal he had. It was sarcasm.

"All right! Okay! You're right, sorry!" Stiles' chocolate colored eyes burrow deep into John's. "Then I guess they're going to drop the charges against him?"

The father and son duo go back and forth with their argument for a few moments, before the sheriff groans and looks over at the other two teens.

John looks at both of them, eyes pleading for the truth. "Jay, Scott . . . Do you two really believe this?"

Stiles' hand goes over his heard, like he's been utterly betrayed by his father.

Nodding in agreement, Jaydra and Scott stand beside their best friend.

"It's really hard to explain this," Scott begins.

"Very hard."

"But you have to trust us. We know it's Matt."

John lets out another groan, but this time of defeat. Jumping in on this single sign of witness, Stiles moves in to hammer the evidence against their fellow student, Matt.

"He had to take Harris' car!"

Feeling a very big headache coming on, John proceeds to rub his forehead and temple. "Why would Matt take a teacher's car?!"

Jaydra steps in next. "Because Matt knew that if a cop found tire tracks at one of the murders, they'd take a mold of the tire and try to match it to the car they belong too, and match them against the suspect list." The young hunter takes a moment to let the information sink into the sheriff's mind. "And if enough of the victims were in Harris' class, then the police would be forced to arrest him, since he would be the prime suspect."

Sighing heavily, John rubs his forehead. "All right, fine," he grumbles out. "I'll allow the possibility, but give me a motive. Why would this kid want most of the two thousand and six swim team and its coach?" As he asks the question, he taps at the photo of Matt's face.

"Isn't is obvious?" Stiles asks, making the others look at him with raised eyebrows. He solved it already? "Our swim team sucks! They haven't won in, like, six years!"

Jaydra's hand makes contact with her face as she grumbles at how Stiles thinks. He's a genius when he wants to be, and a complete goober any other time.

But instead of chewing out Stiles on his version of the motive, the young hunter turns and looks at John. "Maybe something happened between him and the swim team? Something that only he knows about?"

"Can you be more elaborate?"

"Okay!" Stiles groans out, rubbing his face. "We don't have a motive yet, but does Harris?!"

The sheriff sighs even louder and crosses his arms. "Then what do you suggest we do?" But after he asks that question, John knew exactly he said the wrong thing.

"We need to look at the evidence!" Stiles states.

"That would be in the station, where I no longer work."

Stiles gives his father a large grin. "Trust me, they'll let you in."

John chuckles softly, before looking over at his son. "Trust you?"

Crestfallen, Stiles points at the other two teen in the room. "Fine, trust them."

"Those two, I trust," John says, turning to leave the room, with three teenagers following behind him.

ITSWYG

The trip was a quick one to the Beacon Hills Police Department, but there was one person who wasn't too thrilled with this late night trip.

"It's two in the morning," the deputy sitting at the front desk grumbles.

John lets a nervous chuckle slip. "Believe me, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't important."

As the deputy and John discuss letting the sheriff in, Jay listens to Scott and Stiles discuss the plan.

"We look at the hospital stuff first, okay?" Stiles asks, hopping back and forth on the balls of his feet, not able to stay still.

"Why?"

Sighing at the beta's question, Jaydra steps into the discussion. "Because all the murders were committed by Jackson, except for one."

"The pregnant girl, Jessica," Scott realizes.

Stiles nods, smiling as his father is given the go ahead to go to evidence.

"Right, and since Matt had to kill her himself, somebody from the hospital could have seen him!"

The seconds of looking for evidence turns into minutes, which turns into hours. Or at least that's what it felt like to everyone.

"I don't know guys," John muses, rubbing his forehead. "There was a six-car pileup that night, so the hospital was jammed."

"One of the camera's on the way to Jessica's room had to catch something, right?" Jaydra asks as they continue to look through footage from the night of Jessica's murder.

With his golden eyes, Scott spots something. "Hold on! Stop! Scroll back."

Following the beta's orders, John rolls the footage back a few seconds prior.

"That's him!" Stiles says, pointing to a figure on the screen. "That's Matt!"

But ever the one to burst everyone's bubble with reality, John points out, "All I can see is the back of someone's head."

But Stiles wasn't giving up.

"Yeah, it's Matt's head. I sit behind him in history, and he's got a very distinct cranium."

"Are you crazy?!" John snaps, turning on his son.

Scrambling for some type of clue to tie Matt to this, Stiles points to the screen. "Okay, fine, then look at this jacket! How many people do you know who wear black leather jackets?"

~My brother, my dad, my boyfriend . . .~ Jaydra mentally tallies off as the sheriff tears into his son again.

Minutes pass by as the father and son duo continue to bicker, until a clue passes up in the video feeds.

"Wait, look!" Jaydra says. "The suspect's talking to someone!"

"Not just someone . . ." Scott murmurs. "He's talking to my mom!"

ITSWYG

"Scott," Melissa scolds lightly through the speaker phone. "Do you know how many people I deal with in a day?"

But Scott wasn't one to give up. "This one is sixteen, dark hair, and looks like a normal teenager!"

"Yeah, evil!" Stiles added, which resulted with a nudge to the ribs courtesy of Jaydra.

"Not helping!"

Melissa sighs, and Jaydra could imagine the poor, exhausted woman rubbing her face. "Scott, I already talked to the police about this."

Grasping at straws, Scott comes up with one more plan. "I'm going to send you a picture of him, okay?"

With his mother still on speaker phone, Scott moves his cell phone over the yearbook and snaps a photo of Matt's picture and quickly texts it to his mother.

"Did you get it?"

"Yes."

Hope sparks in Scott's chocolate eyes as he asks, "Do you recognize him? Remember him?"

The other line of the phone was silent for a few moments until Melissa speaks once more. "Yes, I recognize him . . . I stopped him because he was tracking mud in the hall." Silence against files in from the phone's speaker as the information sinks in with everyone. They have a witness. "Scott, what's going on?"

"It's nothing mom," Scott says, trying to rid Melissa of any worry she may be filling. The woman had enough on her plate. "I'll explain later, I gotta go."

As Scott hangs up the phone, John rushes over and grabs the file that's covering the case.

"We've got shoe prints alongside the tire tracks at the trailer site," John explains, flipping through the pages.

Stiles looks over the information. "And if they match, that puts Matt at the scene of three murders!"

Jaydra's green eyes begin to shine with excitement. "The trailer, the hospital, and the rave!"

"Actually, four," John corrects, a small grin on his face. "A credit card receipt for an oil change was signed by Matt at the garage where the mechanic was killed."

"Wait, when?" Jaydra asks, knowing she didn't see Matt there that night.

Closing the file, John answers, "A few hours before you two got there."

"Dad . . . If one's an incident, two's a coincidence, and three's a pattern . . . What's four?" Stiles questions.

Standing up, John moves to the computer to look through more files. "Four's enough for a warrant. Scott, call your mom back and see how quick she can get here." Said teen nods and pulls out his phone. "If I can get an official ID, I can get a search warrant."

Looking over at Stiles, John continues, "Stiles, go to the front desk and tell them to let Scott's mom in when she gets here." Finally, he zeros in on Jaydra. "And Jay, you go and get this year book picture scanned an blown up so Melissa can see it better to get an ID."

All three teens separate and do their assigned job.

Grabbing the yearbook, Jaydra follows Stiles up to the front of the office. But as the two teens round the corner, Jaydra's instincts kick in and she steps in front of Stiles and holds her arm out in front of him.

Stiles doesn't say anything, he's learned to trust Jaydra's sudden movements.

At the uneasy feeling in her gut, Jaydra reaches under the mint green dress she wore to Lydia's party, Jaydra unsheathes a knife and holds it in front of her, her eyes scanning the front room.

"How the hell did you keep that thing hidden?!" Stiles demands, seeing the knife.

Not looking back at her friend, Jaydra replies, "I'm wearing shorts under this dress, and the knife sheath goes under the shorts."

"Of course it does . . ."

Just at the two reach the front room where the deputy was stationed, Jaydra hisses out a curse as she spots the woman laying on the ground, dead and covered with blood. But the worst piece? Her gun was missing.

"Fuck," Jaydra mutters.

A soft click is heard behind the duo, and they turn only to come face to face with Matt, holding the deputy's very loaded gun.

But since Jaydra is now, technically, behind Stiles, she moves her arm slowly and re-sheathes her knife against her thigh, making sure to make her movements slow and undetectable.

"Let's head back to where the sheriff and Scott is, shall we?" Matt asks, a small smirk on his face. "Unless you want Jackson to pay them a visit."

At the clear threat, Jaydra and Stiles slowly move pass Matt and head back to the room.

"Man. It's a shame guys like us don't see you dressed up like this more often Jaydra," Matt chides, letting the cold metal of the gun graze down the part of Jaydra's back that was bare.

The hunter forces herself to keep from shuddering in disgust, wanting to keep Matt happy and not trigger happy.

"But you go and find yourself a little boyfriend that's a criminal," Matt sneers.

Before Jaydra could whip up a retort, the three round the corner and find themselves in front of Scott and John.

The sight of Jaydra and Stiles' being held at gunpoint, results in John's face turning a pale white and a sweat breaking across his forehead.

"Matt? It's Matt, right?" John quietly asks, holding his hand out. "Matt, whatever's going on, I guarantee you there's a solution that doesn't involve a gun."

Letting out a dry chuckle, Matt moves the gun over to point at John. "Sheriff, I don't think you're aware of just how right you are."

John continues to try and talk Matt down from any attack. "I know you don't want to hurt people . . ."

Matt lets out a loud, almost hysterical laugh. "Actually, I want to hurt a lot of people, sheriff," Matt corrects, a large grin on his face. "You four weren't on my list, but I could be persuaded." Matt's blue eyes scan over the quartet, before the icy stare locks onto Scott. "And one way is to try dialing somebody on your cell phone, like McCall is doing. That . . . That could definitely get someone hurt."

Letting a few mental curses fly in her mind, Jaydra watches as the four of them have to give up their phones, putting them on the sheriff's desk. There goes any future texting anyone for help.

"Now, let's go," Matt orders. "Sheriff, you have a date with a jail cell, while I have these three help me."

John tries to argue, but the gun being pointed at the other three teens make the words dry up on his tongue and he silently follows Matt into the holding cells, where Stiles is ordered to handcuff John to a piece of metal on the wall used to hold prisoners.

Once the sheriff was handcuffed to the wall, the four wasn't given any time to talk about their situation when Matt forces Jaydra, Scott, and Stiles out of the room. But he was nice enough to stop in front of a long hallway.

Scott and Stiles' face turn an interesting shade of green under the eyes at the sight before them. Down a long hallway, bodies, bloody bodies, lined the wall. Jaydra though? This isn't her first massacre she witnessed, and most likely won't be her last.

"What are you going to do? Kill everyone in here?" Scott demands, a soft growl rising in his throat.

But the sound doesn't phase Matt. "No, that's what Jackson's for. I just think about killing them, and he does it."

A sneer comes across Jaydra's face as he green eyes turn to glare at Matt. "Lucky for you, you don't have to get your hands dirty."

"You can say that."

After allowing the three one more glance down the hall, Matt forces the three back up into the office where the evidence is held.

ITSWYG

It wasn't long until all of the evidence against Matt was either shredded or deleted.

"There," Stiles sighs, deleting the last bit of digital evidence from his father's computer. "Everything's deleted and gone, so we're good here right?" Walking over to Jaydra and Scott, who were finishing shredding paper evidence, Stiles continues, "So, I'll just get my dad, and we'll go. You can continue the whole vengeance thing. Enjoy the Kanima."

Headlights outside of the building shine against the windows in the sheriff's office, and Matt's lazy smile turns sinister.

"Looks like your mom's here, McCall."

Scott didn't beg often, but he felt no shame in doing it now, to spare Melissa.

"Matt, don't do this . . . When she comes to the door, I'll . . . I'll tell her to leave!" Scott tries to reason with Matt. "I'll tell her we didn't find anything. Please Matt . . ."

"If you don't move now," Matt starts, sighing heavily as he presses the gun against Jaydra's head. "I'm going to shoot Jaydra, then Stiles, then your mom."

Scott's eyes search Matt's, just looking for a small spark of humanity and understanding, only to find cold, hard eyes looking back.

Leading them up front, Matt holds the gun at Jaydra and Stiles while Scott walks to the door and hesitates.

"Please . . ."

"Open it."

Scott lets out a painful sigh before opening the door and letting out a relieved 'Oh thank God', when Derek is seen on the other side of the door.

But the joy was short lived, when Derek falls straight to the ground in front of the trio, with a half kanima Jackson behind the Alpha.

"This is him? The one controlling Jackson?" Derek asks, his eyes giving Matt the once over.

Squatting down to Derek's level, Matt lets out a small chuckle. "Well, Derek, not everyone's lucky enough to be a big, bad werewolf." When raised eyebrows from Scott and Stiles arrive, Matt continues on, "Oh, that's right. I've learned a few things." As he begins to list off the things he knows about, he points the gun to each intended target. "Werewolves, hunters, and kanimas. It's like a fucking Halloween party every full moon!"

A small pause passes through the air, until Matt looks over at Stiles. "Except for you, Stiles. What do you turn into?"

"The abominable snowman. But it's more of a wintertime thing, you know. Seasonal."

Chuckling at the joke, Matt nods to Jackson, who let's his venom laced claws slash at the back of Stiles' neck, paralyzing him.

"Hey!" Scott calls out.

Jaydra's hand made a motion to go for the knife strapped to her thigh, but she pauses when Jackson stands in front of her and Scott, his claws facing them. The threat was clear. Try anything, you die.

"You bitch!" Stiles grumbles out, his voice slightly muffled by the fact he was laying on Derek's chest.

"Get him off me." Derek wasn't too thrilled about the situation either.

"Oh, I don't know Derek," Matt remarks, his blue eyes going over the awkward positioning. "I think you two make a pretty good couple. Too bad, it seems like things between you and Jaydra were working out so well. Shall I be the one to break the news to her?"

Derek lets a growl rumble out of his chest, the sound reverberating off the walls in the small front office.

But Matt wasn't going to let Derek's weakness go by without commenting on it.

"It must kind of suck, though," he muses. "To have all that power taken away from you with just a little cut to the back of the neck. I bet you're not used to feeling this helpless."

Derek snarls up at the teenager. "Still got some teeth. Why don't you get down here a little closer, huh? See how helpless I am."

But before anything else is done, more headlights shine through the windows.

"Is that her?" Matt asks, a grin on his face as he looks to a worried Scott. "Do what I tell you to and I won't hurt her. I won't even let Jackson near her."

"Don't trust him!" Stiles shouts out, only for Matt to roll him off Derek's chest.

As soon as Stiles lands on his back, the murderous teenager places his boot over Stiles throat and upper chest.

Seeing his best friend in distress, and being held back by a threatening kanima, Scott concedes and agrees to Matt's demands.

Stepping off of Stiles' chest, Matt points to his murder monster. "Take them in there, while you two," he points to Jaydra and Scott, "-follow me."

ITSWYG

Once Stiles and Derek were safely hidden away with Jackson somewhere in the back of the station, Matt forces Scott up to the door.

The whole while, having a tight grip on Jaydra's arm and a gun to the back of her head.

Throughout the whole night so far, Jaydra was severely tempted to pull out her hidden knife and try to fight back, but every time she tries, an image of a shot Stiles, John, or Scott pops into her head. Too many hostages, too many chances for an innocent to die.

Feeling the muzzle of the gun on the back of her head brings her back to reality as Melissa walk into the station.

"Scott, you scared me! What's goi-" Melissa lets out a loud gasp when she sees Jaydra standing there with a gun to the back of her head.

But the gasp was a mix of two things. One was actually seeing the gun pointed at a child she knows so well, the second . . . Well, the look in Jaydra's green eyes. It was almost as if the young girl has been in scenarios like this before. Her eyes were moving across the room, scanning.

But not out of panic. Trying to find a solution in this terrible situation.

Surely she's never been in something like this before . . . Right?

Melissa looks back over at her nervous son.

"Mom, just do what he says . . . He promised he wouldn't hurt you."

The younger teen smiles at Melissa. "He's right." But the gun moves from the back of Jaydra's head and aims at Scott's lower abdomen.

The shot was so loud, Jaydra's ears were ringing. She could barely make out John's yelling in the background.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" the hunter screams, turning to land a punch in Matt's face, only to pause when she feels the warm muzzle nestle between her eyes.

"Easy Winchester," he tsks. "I promised Scott I wouldn't hurt his mother. I said nothing about him."

Jaydra gnarls her teeth together. "You won't get away with this!" she hisses at him, before backing away and standing next to Melissa.

Melissa, whose eyes were glued to her son's bleeding abdomen moves to rush close to Scott, only for Jaydra to stop her. When she didn't move closer to her son, she let's out a painful sob.

"Stay back!" Matt hisses, aiming the gun at the two women. "You see, Mrs. McCall, Jaydra here knew what to do. If she let you get close, she knew I wouldn't hesitate to put a bullet in Scott's head."

Melissa takes in a hyperventilating sob as she watches Scott's shirt slowly turn red around the bullet wound.

"Let's go McCall. Back to the holding cells," Matt orders.

Groaning at the pain, Scott pushes through and walks to the back with his mother crying out to him.

The group makes it back to the holding cell where John was, but when the sheriff sees the state Scott was in, he seen nothing but red.

But before he could open his mouth, Jaydra holds up her hand and shakes her head at John.

"Yelling at him won't stop Scott's bleeding," she explains calmly, putting Melissa in one of the holding cells, per orders from Matt.

Matt laughs softly, walking closer to the sandy blonde hunter. "Jaydra's much smarter than you people give her credit for."

"Please," Melissa begs. "He needs a doctor!"

"Mom, I'm okay . . . It doesn't hurt," Scott assures, feeling the wound healing under his shirt.

But Melissa didn't understand. How could she?

"That's the adrenaline, okay?" Melissa looks back at the hostage leader, begging to help her son.

This time, the laugh that comes from Matt was borderline hysterical. "They really have no idea, do they?"

"And we'd rather keep it that way," Jaydra growls under her breath.

Scott's nurse mother was about to beg once again to help her baby boy, but the begging finally shred away Matt's final nerve.

"SHUT UP!" he hollers out, waving the gun around wildly. "Lady, if you keep talking, I'm going to put the next bullet in his, or Jaydra's, head!"

Melissa holds up her hands, finally surrendering. "Okay . . ."

"Back to the front, McCall," Matt orders, shoving Scott towards the door. "You too, Winchester."

Jaydra merely follows behind silently, chancing a glance back at Melissa and John, before fully leaving the room.

Walking back into the sheriff's main office, Jaydra notices Stiles and Derek laying on the floor. A wave of relief comes over her, but she stays on guard.

"The evidence is gone! Why don't you just go?" Scott demands, moving to stand by Stiles.

"You . . ." Matt scoffs loudly and begins pacing in the middle of the room. "You think the evidence mattered that much? No, no, no, no, I want the book."

Jaydra's eyes look over at Matt in confusion, as Scott voices the question she was mentally asking.

"What book?"

"The bestiary," Matt states, his pacing quickening in speed. "Not just a few pages. I want the entire thing."

"Well, then you're shit out of luck," Jaydra announces. "The bestiary belongs to the Argents, Gerard specifically. Good luck getting it then."

Scott voices another question that was floating unanswered in the room.

"What do you want it for anyway?"

Matt pauses in his panting, his free hand fiddling with his shirt hem. "I need answers."

"For what?"

"For this!" he yells out, pulling his shirt up to reveal kanima scales crawling up his rib cage.

Jaydra's green eyes widen as she examines the scales. Matt was transforming, but why? Furrowing her brows, an idea enters her mind. Is it because Matt is abusing the Kanima, changing its ways? That means it's changing him into one?

No answers were coming for Jaydra's questions, but Matt grabs a hold of Scott's phone and proceeds to text Allison for the bestiary. It was only going to get worse from here on out.

ITSWYG

After texting Allison, Matt decides to separate the group even more. He forces Jaydra to stay with Stiles and Derek, with Jackson keeping watch.

Scott won the lottery and got to follow Matt back up front to wait for the Argents to arrive.

As the minutes tick by, Jaydra makes sure to pocket the remaining cell phones.

Jackson wasn't going to be following anybody's orders but Matt's, and she highly doubted that he was going to care about three missing phones from the desk.

"Feeling coming back to you two?" the hunter asks, leaning against the desk.

"I . . . I can move my toes," Derek announces.

"So can I," Stiles mumbles.

Suddenly, the lights go out, until the back up generators at the station kick in and the emergency lights come on.

"The Argents sure love to make a grand entrance, don't you think?" Jaydra chimes, a sarcastic tune in her voice.

From the door frame, Jaydra watches as Jackson retreats, clearly going after Matt.

"Jay!" Stiles gasps out. "Go find dad and Scott's mom! They need more protection than we do."

"But . . ."

"We'll be fine," Derek grumbles, slowly sitting up. "Scott's on his way. But you're able to move and defend yourself. They can't."

Gritting her teeth, Jaydra does as ordered by her Alpha. Reaching down her leg, she unsheathes her knife for the second time that night, and runs down to the holding cells.

Running into the room, the blonde skids to a halt whens she spies Matt standing in the room, pointing a gun at Melissa, and an unconscious John laying on the floor.

Gripping the knife in her hand, Jaydra's blood boils as she hears the teenager laugh loudly.

"This is too fucking priceless!" Matt cackles. "You think you can take me on with that little piece of metal?" He raises his gun up and points it at her. "I have this."

Jaydra grins. "Yeah, you have that, Matt. But I'll do you one better. I'm not alone."

But before Matt could question what Jaydra meant, he watches as Derek strides into the room, slowly moving past Jaydra.

Derek was in full Alpha mode. Red eyes, elongated fangs, claws, and exaggerated features resembling more of a wolf than a man.

Derek's head snaps to the side, watching as the kanima enters the room, allowing Matt to move passed him and out the door.

"Get the sheriff out of the way," Derek orders to Jaydra before rushing at Jackson.

Taking the split second Derek gave her, Jaydra moves to John's unconscious body and pulls him against the wall to keep him away from the commotion.

Jackson lets out a shrill roar at Derek and rushes at the Alpha, before moving pass Jaydra and holding onto Melissa's cell.

Melissa lets a loud scream when Jackson reaches his venom laced claws into the cell, only to retract in a loud hiss as Jaydra takes her knife and tries too stab Jackson's Kanima form multiple times.

The large snake creature snaps his head around and roars at Jaydra, who smirks and backs away slowly, keeping Jackson's attention.

"That's it big boy, come play with me! Come on!"

Melissa's panicked eyes watch in horror as this . . . Monster gets closer to Jaydra.

"Jaydra! No!" she gasps out. "What are you doing?!"

The hunter ignores the nurse and jumps back when Jackson tries to swipe at her with his claws and tails, only to fly back when a young beta intervenes.

"Thanks, Scott," Jaydra mutters.

Mother McCall hears her son's name and rushes up to the bars and repeats his name repeatedly, until she gets a look at his face.

Scott had transformed into his full werewolf form in the fight, and his mother just received a first row seat to the horror fest.

"NO!" Melissa screams out, scrambling to the back of the cell, recoiling away from her son.

Scott turns to face his mom, to hold out his hand to her, only for the only one with some sense in their damn brains to grab his arm.

Chocolate brown eyes meet emerald green as Jaydra squeezes his arm. "Go! We need to find Matt!" Glancing over at the cell, she adds, "Don't worry, I'll get her out of here."

Scott doesn't take too long and runs out of the room as Jaydra walks up to the locked cell.

"I couldn't find the key," she admits. "But I'm pretty good with picking locks. But I need someone to watch my back, okay?"

Kneeling down in front of the cell, Jaydra notices that Melissa was watching her with fearful eyes. Her. Not the door.

"Oi!" the blonde yells out, snapping the brunette woman out of her daze. "I can't get you out of here if you don't focus! We can both die here if you haven't noticed!"

"What are you then!? A monster like them?!"

Running a hand over her tired face, Jaydra looks over at the nurse. "No, I'm completely human. And I'm trying to help you here, but if you don't want it, I can leave." The young hunter stands up from her kneeling position. "Your choice."

Taking a few breathes to stable herself, Melissa slowly moves to the front of her cell, her eyes staying glued to the entrances.

The lock picking doesn't take long, and soon Jaydra is opening the cell door.

"He may look like a monster, Melissa, but he's still your son," Jaydra warns as Melissa runs passed her and towards the exit.

Watching Melissa run out of the room was like a breath of fresh air to Jaydra. Sure, this wasn't the best way for one of the parental units to learn of their double life, but at least they had someone else on the secret.

Reaching into her pocket, Jaydra pulls out her phone to look through her messages for the first time since Matt arrived. But the sight on the screen makes her blood run cold.

Seven missed calls from Bobby.

Ten missed calls from Sam.

That doesn't even count the text messages that came through over the past few hours.

Leaning against the wall, Jaydra glances down at the unconscious John Stilinski as she struggles to remembers the day's date.

That's when it hits her. It wasn't the date on the dot, but it was a year since Jaydra heard about Sam dying, and Dean making a deal.

The young hunter felt small tears fall down her face in streaks, but she wasn't sobbing. Days after learning about Dean's deal, Jaydra went through her mourning phase, and was just waiting for the call that would eventually come.

Even though Sam and Jay tried to find some way to save Dean, the eldest didn't want saving. It's hard to save someone who doesn't want it.

An iron ball sits in her belly as she dials her brother's number. She knows what happened. A hell-hound came after Dean's soul.

Samuel Winchester answers the call back on the first ring.

"Jay?! What the hell?! Where were you?!"

Jaydra lets a small scoffing laugh as she hears Sam's concerning voice. Of course he was worried about her, even though he was clearly mourning something.

"Sorry, Sam," Jaydra says, her voice trembling softly. "Had a bit of a Kanima issue . . . We found the master, but he got away." Licking her dry lips, Jaydra continues on with a seldom voice. "I have a feeling I know why you called."

"Yeah . . ."

"How long has it been?" she asked.

Jaydra knew her brother. Sam would mourn a few days until he grew the courage to tell the youngest himself.

Sam coughs slightly, trying to hide a crack in his voice. "It's been a little over a week . . ."

"Did you do a pyre? Send Dean off like the smoking bastard he was?"

"No, we buried him."

Jaydra's eyes widen as she jumps up in the holding room. "What?!"

"Hear me out, Jay," Sam says quickly. "I called . . . Not to tell you what happened, but to ask if you can come and stay a week this summer. Bobby and I are going to try and bring him back."

The youngest Winchester's eyes blink rapidly as Sam's word seep into her brain. They're going to find a way to bring Dean back. Dean was coming back.

"Of course!" A small grin comes across her face. "I can't let my oldest brother rot in hell, I need to kick his ass over this whole ordeal."

"Until this summer."

Jaydra smiles and ends the call, looking up at the ceiling. Maybe God is handing her a miracle, hopefully the siblings can find a way to save the eldest.

ITSWYG

A/N:

Hey guys! I'm sorry for the long hiatus (that I never even told you guys about, oops) this story's been on for a few months.

A lot of things happened in the past month, one of them being my laptop that I used to write this story, finally passed away after about eight years of service.

So I had to get a new computer to be able to continue this story.

Also, I know the time line is a little askew, but I have a reason for it.

Season 1 of Teen Wolf was Jaydra finishing up Sophomore year, with Season 2 being her Junior Year. I know in the actual timeline, season 1 and 2 are both supposed to be the same year, but I fixed it up to better play out my version of this story. Anyway! That's all of the main changes I can think of!

I hope you understand, and I hope you enjoyed the chapter!

ShadowLegacy11