Dean stared at me with a look I don't like seeing. Its one where he's trying to figure out which button to press to get me off a case and moving in the direction of the case we're actually 'supposed' to be working. "Look, if this is about Madison…"
I shook my head, "Madison is gone, Dean. I know that. I can't bring her back. But we can help this poor kid, and he can help keep this pack of werewolves in-check. We need him to help us, so we need to help him."
"We don't need him to help us, Sammy. We need to kill those sonsabitches and get out of this town. I don't like this whole plan anyhow, something smells fishy."
I suppressed a sigh and started walking back into the room where Stiles was. "Dean, if we don't help him, we may as well just kill him too. He's standing between us and werewolves we could have as allies, or an angry mob of townspeople wondering why we let two girls go missing and killed one of their children. The choice, to me, is pretty clear on this one."
I was trying my best to just sit still and wait for the nurse to bring me my stuff so I could leave, but the impending car ride to wherever my new friends were planning to take me was driving me insane. I glanced around, tried to focus on reading the posters on the wall about flu vaccines, anything to get my mind off of Scott being missing and the potential for me to be riding around with his potential killers. I glanced back at the door between the discharge waiting area and the hospital exit. I could see Sam and Dean arguing about something, probably what kind of gun they were going to use to slaughter ghouls and goblins on their next trip. There was something weird about those two. I liked them on one hand because they seemed genuine and to-the-point, but on the other hand they seemed a bit too cutthroat and bloodthirsty. I wasn't sure how to read them. Especially the shorter one, he seemed really interested in just leaving me behind all together. For whatever reason his brother was almost on my side, but I wasn't convinced he was willing to go against whatever his older brother had to say.
