Peter talked a few options over with Talia while he waited for the two Winchesters to wake up again. This included killing the Sheriff, Talia said no, though not without some hesitation. Adopting Stiles, Talia asked about seeing the sheriff all the time, which led to Peter, Dean and Stiles moving to Canada, or sending the Sheriff away, getting him a promotion in a big city. The only plan that Talia thought had merit was taking the Sheriffs memories again, and being an alpha she could do it.
"Ugh, what is taking them so long they should be awake again by now?"
"They are talking about how Dean will proceed and that he will stay here until it's all fixed, and Yes Stiles is staying with you two no matter how long it takes" Talia repeated what she was hearing.
"Oh my poor son, I should be out there we should be talking to him together as his parents"
"Peter you aren't actually Stiles' Dad "
"Well I could be, if you didn't Nix the kill the Sheriff and move to Canada option I could be married and Stiles could be having fun on an island in British Columbia."
"Why an island in BC."
"They are over populated with deer, and the southern areas have a more mild temperature, now stop raining on my parade sister, and tell me when they are coming in this house."
Talia rolled her eyes. Knowing her brother got overly dramatic when stressed, no idea where he picked it up from, but it worked as her left hand, most other packs thought he was insane. Talia focused on the brothers' conversation again, being an alpha had better senses then other werewolves, and she was able to hear muffled conversation through their sound proof rooms. So listening to Stiles and Dean Talk was no problem for her, with a few opened windows. She didn't like eavesdropping, but she also hated feeling her pack mates hurting. It seemed there was another panic attack going on, and Talia sighed listening Dean murmur to his brother, trying desperately to calm him. With a shuddering breath, Talia finally looked up at her brother who was pacing now. "They are on their way in, Stiles should be put in Derek's room I think."
"Another Panic attack." Peter stopped in his tracks and was so still as he desperately tried to hear Stiles.
"Yeah, poor baby will be having a lot of those until this is resolved."
"Are you sure I can't kill him, it will be an animal attack, no one has to know, not even the rest of the pack." Peter stood at the closed door, waiting for the go ahead to open it breaking the silencing seal.
"No Peter that will do more harm than good at this point I think." Talia nodded at Peter who opened the door as His mate walked in with their pup.
"Dean, how is he?" Peter asked and Talia relaxed into her chair, and waited for her brother to come back in with Dean.
Talia heard the instructions given to Derek that Stiles needs water, food, and Cuddles, don't be stingy with them either. Talia shook her head, these two were her pack guardian and left hand, but the giggles she heard from Stiles and a very serious Yes from Derek made it very clear that those positions were perfectly filled, considering her pups weren't allowed to eat in their rooms, yet there Derek went getting food for his Little Star.
When the two finally made their way to her office Talia wasn't prepared to smell the amount of blood coming off of dean. She knew the confrontation was bad, but didn't know how bad. Talia was really considering her brothers proposal of murder. Watching Dean tenderly sit down, she tsked and held out her own hand to him. Talia decided –when the stubborn young man instantly grabbed her hand with a very grateful smile on his face—that she would at least put the murder option on the table. Black veins instantly shot up her arm, and Dean relaxed into the seat.
"Thank-you Alpha" Dean dutifully said, it was no small gesture when an alpha takes someone's pain, they are able to actually heal pack mates.
Talia waved off the thank-you "No need for formalities now Dean, what are you going to do with our pup?" Talia raised an eyebrow, "we came up with two options." Peters head shot up at that, and got a feral grin on his face.
"I will make this better with the Sheriff, I know I can talk him off this ledge that he has found himself on."
"If you can't, either I take his memories again, or we kill him." Talia just stared and watched Dean's facial expressions as she told him the options, he surprisingly went over both. Even though he did grab Peter's hand, and tightened it, Talia wasn't sure if it was support, or thanks for the lengths Peter was willing to go.
"We can't kill him," Talia noticed Dean rubbing Peters hand with his thumb after that statement, "as easy as that would be Stiles will find out eventually, he is too smart. The memories are iffy as well, we will try it" Dean looked Talia in the eye determined "that angel messed with his head, it might not even work." Talia nodded her acceptance, of Dean's assessment.
"Dean, eat before you go play hero," Talia glared at Peter, "Go patch your mate up, I may have healed the minor knicks and cuts but the deeper ones will need bandages, humans are insanely susceptible to infection." Talia glared at them, both looking sheepish, then smiled fondly at them when they could no longer see her face. "Door open, please." She said as Dean grabbed the handle. Talia put her head in her hands and sighed. These were going to be a rough couple of days.
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Dean took a breath, and another just to be sure, clenching the steering wheel, he leaned forward and as his forehead touched the top of the wheel, Peter placed his hand on the nape of his neck.
"You can do this Dean, because you have to." Peter pulled Dean back into sitting position.
"You're right, I have to, and no one else can." Dean unclenched his hands and opened the car door, before stopping once more. "I just wish I knew how this will go."
"I will be listening," Peter shoved Dean out of the car.
Dean stumbled a bit and glared at Peter, who just winked. Dean left the car door open, and made his way up to the house, shaking his head he tried to listen to what was going on inside the house, not really hearing anything Dean let himself in quietly.
The house was a mess, all the pictures were torn off the walls, the ones of stiles and Cloudia at least. Dean picked up a picture of all of them together at a park, Erik took the picture, careful not to scratch it up further, careful not to cut himself glass. There were also pictures of him, and Aunt Claudia stacked on a table all turned upside down, Dean placed the photo he was carrying in his Jacket. Walking into the kitchen the cupboards were all torn out, Dean knew this was because the booze was hidden in the back of these, he himself hid a bunch. It looks to be all gone. Dean went back to the hallway and peeked in the living room, it was one of the few rooms that seemed to be untouched, heading up the stairs Dean saw that the attic entrance was pulled down. Going up Dean saw his Uncle sitting on the only box that Cloudia put in here, all the others were what Michael put in here that were to Claudia specific.
"Claudia was part Latina, Dean, she would speak Spanish to me all the time, I could never pick up the language, too different from Polish, How the hell did I think that thing was Claudia?" His uncle didn't even look at him.
"Angels, and Demons, Noah, I— Aunt Claudia and my mum were hunters." Dean began, the Sheriff just nodded "and they trained me to be a hunter also, but with this line of work, there are things that happen out of our control, like Angels, possessing my father, and using the tragic event of Aunt Claudia's murder to make sure Little Star had a stable home." Dean winced. "I mean—"
"What do you mean Hunter why do you say it like it's a job, and how was my wife murdered, I was there Dean I saw the accident." The Sheriff looked up and Dean was unsurprised to see the blood shot eyes and deep bags on his uncles face.
"We hunt the supernatural, me, my dad, Sammy used to. I only found out that Claudia and my mom hunted together after mom died, Claudia told me when she realized John was hunting down the thing that killed my mom" Dean took a breath and started pacing "There was a ghost, a vengeful spirit, and she was attacking people who knew about the supernatural, particularly pregnant woman in Beacon Hills." Dean started pacing. "I stopped her, but not before Aunt Claudia, and not before…" Dean clenched his hands. "Jaqueline Baker, and Derek Mathews." The Sheriff remembered that case, one of his first, the accident made him feel that odd sense of Déjà vu, and more pieces filled in the puzzle, Noah watched as Dean, clenched his teeth together. "I failed you, and I failed them." Dean stopped pacing, "But I refuse to Fail my brother, Stiles is all I got right now, Sam left me, my Dad is … well you know John, and I can't talk to Aunt Claudia about him anymore, you know I was the only one who remembered her, and telling you" Dean wiped a stray tear" Telling you could mean breaking your brain, so badly that you would be catatonic, I couldn't lose you too." Dean slowly made his way to his uncle. "Please, I can't lose anyone else of my family." Dean pulled the Photo out, "I know you can see the change now, all those pictures and Stiles never changes, he grows older, but –"Dean shoved the photo at the Sheriff, Noah saw this as well, he knew the kid was innocent, knew deep down he loved him always has and probably always will, Noah took the picture from Dean.
"Aww, hell kid, I know." Noah placed the photo beside him. "Come here," dean fell to his knees as Noah grabbed his shirt, "you still got me, "Noah hugged Dean tighter as his nephew cried into his shirt. Noah rubbed the back of Dean's head only to find blood clotted into Dean's hair. Taking a look Noah say a few shallow scratched at Deans nape, Noah hugged tighter and as he rubbed Deans back he pulled the jacket and Shirt down seeing even more damage. "I am so sorry Dean," Noah cursed himself, what has he done, "I am so, so sorry."
Dean calmed down after a while, with the Sheriff shh'ing him as he felt the rest of the burden fall from his shoulders, and straightened himself up. "I am still gonna need time kid, I might even lash out again, I don't know. But I can't see Stiles yet, I just, I can't" Noah explained and rubbed his head.
"I understand, Uncle" Dean shifted his weight on his feet. "I also know that I will fight you if you go back to the Hales the way you did this morning." Noah looked up to nod at Dean, and once again noticed the small specks of blood that he caused. Guilt flooded him as he saw more and more evidence of the damage done. That way Dean held himself, the ever calm boy he knew was shifting stiffly. Noah watched as Dean goes to move, or rub his head subconsciously, he has always done that since he was little, and stopping himself last minute.
"I'll go out in a week, or so, maybe a little longer." With that Noah made no indication of moving away from Claudia's clothes, and notebooks, Dean knew that in the bright purple one with pink flowers on it about three books down was Aunt Claudia's hunter diary. Nothing specific, just places she has been people she met, contacts, Aunt Claudia never wrote what they were hunting or how they killed it— said too many hunters focused on getting better at killing, and they should focus on the people they saved, and that hunters should also remember the people they couldn't. That Lesson always stuck with Dean, probably always will.
"I will see you Uncle, by the way you should read that purple book though." Dean hoped that it will help the Sheriff understand that hunters are always at risk, and that Stiles will need him because it's no guarantee that Dean will be around.