A/N

Hey guys! Heads up, this chapter's a little long, but it's a necessary evil. I just want to remind everyone of the condensed timeline I explained earlier. So if the timing is a little off, I'm sorry. Thanks so much for reviewing, I just want to remind everyone that I update daily, and I hope you'll forgive the pack. As always, make sure to check out my Supernatural story, "one way ticket" if you want to see more of Adam, review, and enjoy!

Ch. 7

A Matter of Time

Stiles could murder someone. Like he could actually hold down someone and shoot them. He grimaced. Okay maybe not shoot them. That's what got me into this mess in the first place. It was no surprise, however, that his brothers weren't talking to him. Instead, they eyed him warily and had a wordless conversation over his head. Stiles didn't care. They had passed Peter on their way outside, who of course had heard the whole thing but did not want to be in the same room as five werewolves and five hunters. Dean tossed Sam the keys to the Impala, Stiles got into his Jeep, and the two cars drove towards Stiles' house. He and his dad had insisted the Winchesters stay with them, of course, and now the brothers were in the living room, all glancing awkwardly at each other.

Sam looked very upset. "Stiles, we didn't mean for this to happen. We didn't think this would happen. I completely understand if you want us to drive away right now and never come back." he said regretfully. Stiles waved his hand impatiently.

"No," Stiles sighed. "This would have happened eventually. It's my fault anyway. I shot the bastard in front of my friends. I should have expected repercussions. And I'm glad you guys came. The shot I took was lucky. It could have been so much worse." Sam still looked uneasy. "Guys, it's fine. It's not your fault. I should have told them sooner."

"Why didn't you?" asked Sam. Stiles wouldn't look Sam in the eye. Partially because of the overwhelming shame he was feeling, but mainly because he knew that Sam's puppy dog face would make him break down. Forget the wolves. He would not cry in front of the damn Winchesters.

"Sam, I think you could guess. Dean, I don't expect you to understand. I guess I didn't because my friends were my tether to a normal life. I lied about my very existence, day after day after day. As long as they believed it, I believed it." To Stiles' surprise, both Sam and Dean nodded in understanding.

"Well what's done is done." This came from Sam. Stiles nodded in understanding. It was done. In a terrible fashion. He stood up.

"I'm going upstairs. You guys have a good night." Sam and Dean both mumbled good night as well as Stiles trudged upstairs. He sat on his bed with his head in his hands.

God, I'm so stupid. he thought. How could I think this wouldn't happen? Dean said it never ended well when a hunter had a foot in each world. I guess my problem was my normal world turning supernatural. The pack will never speak to me again. Stiles stopped himself right there. He would not think about the pack.

No sooner had he thought that when there was a tap on the window. Stiles gave a yelp of surprise, then rushed over to open it. Was it Scott to overturn his ruling? Was it Derek to apologize? Was it Peter to kill him? Was it Isaac to talk to him like that one time that had kind of freaked him out? Stiles flung open the window and was both disappointed and relieved to see a pale face with dark curls blending into the sky. Allison.

"Can I come in?" she asked. Stiles nodded and hastily stepped out from in front of the window. Allison crawled into the the room catlike, and Stiles took note of the black jeans, the black shirt and jacket, and the black fingerless gloves. She had almost certainly snuck out.

"Let me guess" he said when she had straightened up to look at him, "Your dad didn't want you to come see me." She grinned mischievously.

"I have no idea. I left before I could ask." Stiles laughed. He sat back down on his bed, and gestured for her to join him. The springs groaned as she plopped down beside him.

"So..." he said. "Did Scott send you?" Allison looked confused.

"What? No." She said. "Besides, he issued the whole isolation thingy." Stiles saw a little anger flash behind her eyes.

"Right. The isolation thingy that you did nothing to prevent." Stiles said. Allison's face fell into a defensive stare. "It's alright, I'm not mad. I know exactly why you did it. What I don't know is why you're here."

Allison gave him an easy smile. "Just cause Scott's my ex doesn't mean I agree with him about everything. Actually it kind of means the it's not everyday where you find out that your dorky friend you never payed attention to is just like you." Realization hit Stiles.

"You wanted to talk about being hunters." Allison nodded.

"It's just... I wasn't raised in the life like you were Stiles. I want to know what it's like. And dad says that you guys hunt more than werewolves. I want to know what that's like too. It's weird, to look at you and realize that I don't know you very well at all, not like I thought I did. Please tell me!" Stiles raised his eyebrows at her eager outburst. He sat frozen for a moment before he sighed in resignation. Allison's grin grew wider.

"What do you want to know?" he asked tentatively.

"Everything."

Stiles sighed again, but he was grinning too.

"Alright, just a second." He went out to the hallway, listening to see if his brothers had heard that they had company. Not that they wouldn't welcome her. It just might be a little awkward. Stiles relaxed in hearing that his brothers were in deep conversation. About what, he wasn't sure. He leapt back into his room and found Allison sitting cross legged on the floor. He went and sat across from her. "Alright, let me tell you everything." he began. And he did. He told her about how it all started, about his training, about dealing with the fact that he had three (four if you count Bobby. And Stiles did count Bobby) parents. He told her about his brothers and his training with them, and upon realizing that his hunts were few and sparse, he told her about his brothers'. Stiles told Allison how the hunt for their father began, he told her about the woman in white, the wendigo, yellow eyes and the horrific plans for Sammy. Allison was a terrific audience. She gasped when he told her about the drowned boy, laughed at Missouri Moseley's attitude towards Dean, cried at the death of his father. But Stiles didn't stop there. He told Allison about the hospital, of his brothers realizing what their father had done. "They, John and Sam, were about to come get me. Then John made the deal." Stiles said how he had been surprised instead to find Sam and Dean picking him up, and driving off with him to burn the body. "Neither of them talked much, but when I kicked myself for not being there, they told me to knock it off. They said that they wanted me to be safe and as normal as possible." Allison nodded sympathetically, and Stiles was reminded of her mother's death. She, like Stiles had blamed herself. And like, Stiles, she freaked out when she learned about the bank robbery in Madison.

"I heard about it! I was like 'a serial killer in St. Louis and a robbery in Wisconsin? What the hell?' Obviously no cursing since I was 12." She exclaimed.

"I freaked because now both my brothers were being investigated by the FBI. Lord knows Agent McCall is bad enough." Stiles continued on. Allison shrieked when Stiles described Sam's first death. She cried when he explained the demon deal. "After that, they decided to take me on my first hunt." Stiles described the five hunts he went on that year, each spanning a weekend, from ghosts to Wendigos to more ghosts to Stiles' first encounter with demons. "They scared the living crap out of me. And the whole time they were laughing, saying how Dean would burn in hell." Stiles described Ruby and Bela, though he never met either of them. "We hunted a ghost a couple days after Bela stole the colt, and they were pissed. I had never seen them so angry in my life. After we salted and burned the bones I suggested they hunt the leap year ghost. I've been told it didn't go over too well." Stiles described the last time he had seen either of his brothers before Dean went to hell. "It was a vampire, just one, but when Dean took it's head off he looked ecstatic. He said it would probably be the last good thing he did. My first hunt, he told me I had done a good job, which I had, burned the bones myself. My last, he said I would have made John proud. I hugged them goodbye that day three years ago, sure that they would save Dean. Then I get a text a few days later. It's Sam and all it says is 'He's dead.' I found out later that Lilith possessed Ruby's meatsuit and tricked them. A hellhound attacked my brother and he was dragged to hell." Allison leaned forward, hanging on to every word. Stiles, however, cruel person that he is, decided to make her wait.

He sighed as he leaned back onto his floor. "Do you ever feel like our life is so surreal that it could be a movie?" Allison laughed.

"Stiles, your life is so surreal, so crazy, that a movie wouldn't be long enough. It'd have to be a tv show." They both chuckled.

"What would we call it?" Stiles asked curiously.

"Dunno. Wait, I remember when Scott was telling me about what really happened when we were trapped in the school, he was telling me about summoning the alpha. What was it you told him?" Allison asked.

Stiles thought for a second. "'Be a werewolf, not a teen wolf'?"

"Yes!" Allison exclaimed. "That's it! That's what we would call it! Teen Wolf!" Stiles waved the idea away.

"Nah, that'd be if it was about Scott. He doesn't have a crazy enough life to get his own show." Stiles said with a snort.

"Yeah, and I guess you don't just deal with werewolves, do you?" Stiles shook his head.

"Nope. I wish. I'd actually have time to do homework then. So then what should we call the show?" Allison looked thoughtful.

"Well, you call your brothers demon hunters. But that's not really true. You hunt everything supernatural. I know! We should call it Supernatural!" Beside Allison, Stiles roared with laughter.

"Oh my god! That's perfect! That's what the books are called! The Carver Edlund books! Supernatural! And it's so true! Oh my god that's perfect." Stiles was gasping for air. He wiped tears of laughter from his eyes next to a confused Allison.

"Books?" She asked confusedly.

"Oh yeah, I guess I haven't gotten that far into the story. Wow, talk about a good transition." Stiles went on to talk about what happened next. Dean rising from the dead. Pamela burning her eyes out. Dean's new bffl.

"Angels?" Allison asked incredulously.

"Angles." Stiles confirmed. "And it gets better." He explained the seals, and Anna, and the real origin of Halloween. He paused. "It's been, what, a year and a half since Scott got bit?" Allison nodded. "Well it was literally the day before when Dean was raised from hell. I didn't hear about it until a week later, I mean when I did all that research with Sam he still thought his brother was dead, but then he kind of forgot to call me. I found out why, evil demon girlfriend, but still. Anyway they didn't come take me on another hunt until they dealt with a ghost that turned out to be two neglected children. I didn't mind, I mean I had Scott and Derek and Peter to deal with, but the neglected kids kind of reminded them of little ol' neglected me." Stiles went on to describe the next hunt he went on, a lamia, and what he heard later from his weekly phone calls to his brothers. Allison cried for Pamela and Adam. When she heard about the books, her eyes widened.

"Your brothers are not only storybook character but biblical figures?" Her voice went so high she was practically shrieking.

"Yep."

"Well are you in them?" Stiles tilted his head thoughtfully.

"I don't know. They won't let me read them. Dean said something about being full frontal. Plus I hear the fan base is pretty rabid." Allison nodded. "The titles of the books are hilarious, though. Like if Supernatural were actually a show, those book titles would be episode titles."

"But then it would be about Sam and Dean, not you."

"Yeah. Hey, I wonder what my rabid fan base would be like!" Stiles bounded up and down excitedly at the idea.

"Oh, they would insist you are gay." Allison said without missing a beat.

"What?" Stiles said, his face crestfallen. "What makes you say that?"

"Well Matt said you and Derek would make a cute couple when you were paralyzed. Fan girls tend to leap on that stuff. They would totally want you two to be a couple." Allison said this like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Stiles shuddered.

"Gross. Moving on. What happens next is a series of triple crossing and manipulations thanks to a couple of pain-in-the-ass angles and that bitch Ruby." Stiles tells her about the beautiful room and the lie about Dean's mission. He tells her about the horrible fights between Sam and Dean. Finally, he tells her about the beginning of the end. "Sam called me after receiving a voicemail from Dean. I figured it was a hoax, just another wedge used to drive the brothers apart. I tried to tell Sam but he didn't listen. He said if he was a monster he had better start acting like one. He told me to never call him again." There were tears in Allison's eyes. "It was the demon blood, I knew it. I was like 'this is why you don't sell your freaking soul. This is why you don't drink freaking demon blood." I don't know if you remember, but I wasn't at school the next few days. I drove to Maryland, but by the time I got there the church grounds were scorched. This was the beginning of the apocalypse."

Allison looked at Stiles in disbelief. "Ok, how did we miss the apocalypse?"

"Well we did have our hands full with the kanima. And the Alpha pack. And the Darach." Stiles said, looking amused.

"Fair point."

Stiles, noticing that the sun was beginning to rise, rushed through the Judeo-Christian apocalypse. He told Allison about the angels, the many that wanted his brothers dead, the vessels, the breakup, The End, even Gabriel. Allison sat shocked as she heard about the fall, his brothers' sacrifice.

"Wait a minute, your half-brother Adam was a vessel too, right?" Stiles nodded. "Why didn't the angels come for you? It would surely be easier than raising the dead."

Stiles answered tentatively. "We still don't know. Cas says they might not have known about me because I don't see John as my father. Or I might not be a vessel. We're not really sure." Allison nodded.

"What happened next?" She asked eagerly.

"Sammy got raised a month later without his soul." Stiles spun around to find the source of the voice and saw Dean leaning against the doorframe, bathed in the light of the sunrise. Mentally, Stiles kicked himself. He should have heard his brother open the door.

Allison raised her eyebrows, clearly impressed with his subtle entry as well, given that she was facing the door. Stiles winced, expecting a Dean-sized rant on fraternizing with the enemy, but instead reached down and helped Stiles to his feet. Allison also stood up.

"You know, it's rude," said Dean, mock-scolding Stiles, "to invite someone over and not give them anything to drink." He looked at Allison. "Want to come down for some coffee?"

"Sure." Allison said casually, as if she had already not heard Dean's entire life story. Together the three exited Stiles' room. Stiles looked out the window before closing the door. The sun was definitely better from this view.