So, this is basically an early update but I think I should update this since I won't really update often on here. Reason why is because there is school involved which makes it harder to fit my writing schedule with my work and the fact that I also run an account on Wattpad with about seven or six stories that I need to update sooner or later, it'll take some time to get everything on schedule. But right now, I have a lot on my plate. So read the background information if you want to, or not. You'll just choose to ignore it.

Background Information:

•Stiles was 8 or 9 when he experienced his mother getting killed by demons which attracted Dean, Sam and John to Beacon Hills for a hunt. John Winchester knew that the woman who was killed, used to be his friend in high school. Stiles knew Scott since he was 4.

•Sam did not go to college until Stiles was about 11 years old in the year 1995 and Stiles trained to become a hunter. Stiles killed his first monster in 2001 and became a permanent hunter in 2003.

•Stiles was born in 1988, he is 5 years younger than Sam, 9 years younger than Dean.

•This fits in the Supernatural timeline, Stiles joins his two brothers on the hunt for his dad in summer after school ends and comes back to spend the year in school before helping Sam and Dean again with hunts.

•Scott gets bit in 2003.

•The Hale Fire starts in 1996.

•Stiles makes the deal in 2005 then gets kicked out in 2006 before his time his due.

There will be more background information as we go through the story. Hopefully, I don't miss anything so I won't have to go and check again. Anyways, Enjoy!

Word Count: 2,594

Chapter Three - Goodbye, Beacon Hills.

Stiles knew that once he entered Bobby's house with Sam trailing behind him, he was screwed. Dean would give him hell and Bobby would try to smack some sense into him but Stiles didn't care. He got Sammy back. Bobby and Dean both embraced Sam in a hug, Bobby didn't even miss a beat to give Stiles a suspicious look that Stiles avoided. "Stiles, I need to talk to you." Bobby grunted and Stiles gave Sam and Dean a tight-lipped smile before following Bobby out the door.

"Bobby, what do you want to talk about?" Stiles chuckled nervously but the older man glared daggers in the side of his head.

"Don't give me that crap, boy." Bobby smacked him on the side of his head. "You made a deal, didn't you?" Bobby asked angrily. "How many years do you have?"

Stiles scoffed and shook his head. "I'm not in the mood to talk about this, Bobby." Stiles tried to walk back inside but Bobby had a vice grip on his wrist and pulled Stiles back.

"How many years do you have left?" Bobby growled.

"One year!" Stiles admitted and the older hunter looked like someone pissed in his cereal. "Is that what you want hear?"

Bobby huffed and began muttering various profanities he could think of. "Damn it, Stiles."

"Look, it was to get Sam back! Okay? I can't lose my brother, so what do you want me to say? At least it would give me some time to hunt this yellow-eyed son of bitch. I have nothing to lose anyways!" Stiles knew he regretted saying that.

Bobby yanked Stiles by his collar. "I could throttle you!"

"Then you would be sending me downstairs early than usual." Stiles turned away from Bobby and fidgeted with the loose string from his red jacket.

"What is with you Winchesters, huh?" Bobby muttered. "You, your dad. You're both just itching to throw yourselves down the pit."

"That's my point." Stiles sighed. "I'm not even supposed to be here, Bobby. At least this way, something good could out of it. I don't know." Stiles wanted to convince Bobby that he was gonna be fine but the hunter didn't look entirely convinced and Stiles couldn't blame him. "I-I-It's like my life could mean something."

"What? And it didn't before?" – Before Bobby could continue, Stiles added his comment, "my friends weren't acting like my life wasn't." But Bobby decided to ignore it and maybe jam some sense into the young man's skull. – "Have you got that low opinion of yourself? Are you that screwed in the head?!" Bobby grabbed him again and Stiles had tears glistening in his eyes.

Stiles had to force the words out of his mouth and shrugged. "Sam is my brother, Bobby. I couldn't let him die." Stiles admitted.

"How are both of your brothers gonna feel when they know you're going to Hell?" Bobby asked. "How'd you feel when you knew your dad went for you?"

Stiles chuckled dryly, but the chuckle held many emotions. "You can't tell them." Stiles pleaded, feeling a little desperate. "You take a shot at me, whatever you got to do, but please don't tell them Bobby."

And Bobby lost his strength to hold back the tears and grabbed Stiles's chin, telling the boy that Bobby would always care and love him. Soon, a noise was heard of the painful silence and Stiles and Bobby held out there weapons, and walked towards the car slowly. Stiles counted to three before he grabbed the intruders shoulder and lowered the gun. "Ellen?" Stiles asked in a shock and Ellen threw herself at Stiles, wrapping the young man in a hug before she let's the tears fall. "Oh, god."

Stiles watched as Allison and Isaac slept silently, Allison was sleeping on his bed and Isaac on the floor being smothered by blankets and pillows. Stiles doesn't know how long since he's had a good nap but he forgot how it felt and watching Allison and Isaac – hopefully that didn't sound like he was a stalker – sleep peacefully made him realize that he could never have a worry free sleep. They were lucky.

The sound of a classic engine intervened through his thoughts, although it was loud but it wasn't loud enough to wake up Allison and Isaac. Stiles glanced at his only friends and left behind a charm that Deaton gave him which would mask his scent from any wolves, and the other extra charm went around his neck so he wouldn't be followed. "I'll see you guys later." Stiles whispered and kissed Allison's forehead before he walked to his window sill and opened it, hopping out of it and closed the window. He was really leaving Beacon Hills. For some reason, leaving Beacon Hills took a weight off his shoulders.

"You alright?" Dean asked as Stiles entered the car and sat in the passenger.

Stiles nodded. "Peachy. Where's Sam?"

"With Bobby. He's trying to find out how to get you out of your deal." Dean said.

"I told you, Dean. I don't want to get out of this deal." Stiles sighed.

"We're getting you out of this deal whether you like it or not, Stiles!" Dean argued but Stiles just rolled his eyes and began to nick his palm with his finger nails, to fight anger against pain. "I don't want my little brother to die!"

"Well, you're gonna have to deal with it. I'm still gonna get dragged down anyways!"

"To hell with that, Stiles! I am your brother, Sam and I are! You're not supposed to be the one who has to sacrifice his life for us! You are not the adult here, I am."

"I don't want to argue with you, Dean."

"Well someone has too." Dean muttered and began to drive out of Beacon Hills. "We've been at this for a year, Sty. First dad, now you? It's like we're a magnet for all things bad."

Stiles snorted, missing the way Dean's eyes narrowed on the road. "Maybe it's because the mirrors that me, you and Sam smashed about a year ago." Dean's lips quirk up at the mirror. That was a fun day apart from Stiles and them almost getting killed, but at least they hunted together as a family. "Look, Dean, I'm sorry. I want to get out this deal too…."

"I sense a but." Dean frowned.

"But if I do get myself out of this deal, then Sammy's gonna end up dead. Trust me, it's him or me. It's not gonna change."

Dean really wanted to argue with Stiles but maybe he should just listen to Stiles for once. He should just let it go. Maybe he will, just for today. And only for today.

Stiles looked out the window and saw the blurs of the buildings. The lights to all the buildings were shut off since it was in the middle of the night anyways which made it hard to see the road but thank god for headlights. This was his ticket out from Beacon Hills, he doesn't know when he's coming back but he can't bring himself to think of having to leave his step-father, Allison and Isaac back there. He didn't feel important there. "What are you thinking about?" Dean asked and Stiles turned his head to face him. "You always scrunch up your nose and crease your brows when you're in deep thought. You and Sammy have a lot in common."

Stiles forced a small smile and leaned back on the seat. "Just thinking of how relieved I am to leave this hell hole." Dean cocked a brow but didn't question it. He knew that Stiles was hiding something from him and Sam but he couldn't really figure his younger brother out. It's why Dean was so fascinated by his young brother, Stiles had the strength to block off anyone from his mind, Dean could tell you that. Stiles was as touch as a brick. But Dean hopes he doesn't break.

The ride was silent with AC/DC blasting on the radio, it lulled Stiles to sleep for some odd reason or maybe he was sleep deprived from the beginning and he was finally getting some shut eye. But after all, Dean wasn't going to wake him up.

Allison shot up in sweat as she dreamed about Stiles' death over and over again. It was gruesome and looked very painful. Allison didn't want to experience it. She blinked her eyes as few times and swung her legs at the edge of the bed and stood up looking for Stiles. "No," Allison whispered as she ran to the window sill. Stiles was gone and Allison cursed at herself, tears falling from her eyes. She regretted not kissing him before he left. "Isaac!" Allison shook him awake, "wake up! Stiles is gone."

Isaac jumped to his feet, still a little sleep deprived but awake. He sniffed the air but he couldn't track Stiles' scent until he noticed something shiny hanging off on the lock of the window sill. "Charms," Isaac said and tossed the necklace on the bed, "he doesn't want us to find him."

Allison's whole world stops. She wanted to help Stiles from getting killed, her and Isaac did, but Stiles was impossible to reason with. "This is all Derek's fault." Allison said as she buried her face in Stiles' pillow, smelling the faint smell of musk, cologne, gun powder, and….. alcohol? She shook off the thoughts and faced Isaac. "If it wasn't for Derek, Stiles wouldn't have left and I'm sick of everyone thinking that it's okay to harass the human in our Pack."

"Hunter." Isaac corrected and Allison just rolled her eyes, stepping towards the window. "Let me guess, you want to find him?"

Allison grinned and shrugged. "I'll wait." Allison said. "But if he doesn't come back within a month, I'm hunting his ass down whether he likes it or not."

Isaac chuckled. "And I'll be your guardian."

"Stiles, close your eyes." His mom's voice called out to him and Stiles opened his eyes, his body was being held back by something and his mother was on the hospital bed. Her face was covered in sticky sweat, her body was trembling, and she could barely contain her sobs. "Stiles, please close your eyes. Mommy doesn't want to see what's gonna happen to her." She pleaded but Stiles was staring at her in shock, his eyes filling with tears when the demon started to ball his hand into a fist.

His mother started to gasp for air and someone or something grabbed Stiles and kept him in place for running and screaming. The hand claps over his mouth and he screams, "mommy!" But the words were muffled by the glove. The more he tried to cry out for his mother, the more he was getting tired. The man finally clenched his hand tightly together and his mother chokes on air, her body going limp as the man releases the pressure on his hands and turned his heel.

"You should've listened, boy." The man's voice said to him. "And to say, I am truly fascinated by you."

"Who are you?" Stiles choked out when the man behind him finally released. "Why did you kill my mommy?"

"Because she was in our way, Stiles." The man said. "And I don't like it when people get in my way, especially pretty women like her."

"Why?" He asked more sternly.

The man chuckled. "Because we don't need her interfering with our plans for you, Stiles." The man flips out a blade and held the sharp side of the knife on his wrist and quickly sliced skin, beads of blood formed until it began to drip from his wrist to the floor. "Which is why, today was the perfect timing. Daddy's not here and mommy's dead, perfect."

The man grabbed Stiles' hair and yanked him forward, "Drink." Stiles' head was pushed to the blood and soon, his mouth contacted with the wrist and the metallic taste began filling his mouth, he gagged and coughed until he started to drink it without any complications. The man tsked and pulled away. "Eager. You'll be stronger in the future, don't forget that."

Stiles eyes formed new fresh tears and stared down his mother's killer. "WHO ARE YOU?!" He yelled.

The man smirked grimly and his eyes flashed yellow. "Azazel. I'm your worst nightmare."

Stiles jolted awake when Dean turned up the volume to max and Stiles grabs the water bottle from Dean's hand and splashed it into Dean's face. "What the hell was that for?!" Stiles none other than yelled at Dean in anger.

The older hunter spat out water and blinked his eyes, before licking his lips. "Was that really necessary?" Dean questioned.

Stiles cocked a brow. "You nearly blasted my ears off with Metallica, I think you deserved a splash of water in the face." Stiles said and rubbed his ears. "On the bright side, at least it wasn't the donut you're holding in your hand." Stiles gave off an unusual aura of happiness and Dean looked down to his donut, then back at Stiles.

"You got it all wet," Dean murmured as he still took a bite out of it.

Stiles grimaced in disgust. "Yeah, but you're still eating it." Stiles opened the door and got out, he to stretched his legs and popped the joints in his back before popping his neck. "Where are we anyways?" He asked.

"Didn't you forget? Today's leap year." Dean smirked and Stiles rolled his eyes, the grin creeping on his face. "There's that smile!"

"Shut up!" Stiles smacked his arm and went into the hotel with Dean following behind him. "When's Sammy meeting up with us? Or is he a bit too preoccupied with Ruby?"

Dean stiffened at the name of Ruby and shrugged. "About…" – they hear a car door slam from outside the hotel –. "Now." As on cue, Sam walked in and smiled at the appearance of Stiles, his little brother.

Without any word, Sam grabbed Stiles by the shoulders and enveloped him into a bear hug, Dean joining in. "Can't… breathe," Stiles gasped for air and his two brothers laugh before they backed up from the gasping teen. "Why are you guys so mushy feeling now?"

"Because, we're taking you on a hunt." Dean brightens as if he won a prize.

Stiles cocked a brow and popped his knuckles. "Hunt? As in the same hunts I work on every day when I travel with you guys?" Stiles asked and Sam had to roll his eyes because Stiles wasn't seeing the good details on what Dean said. "So, tell me this isn't going to be a regular hunt."

"It's not." Sam said. "On leap year, there's a rumor going around that the Morton House, it becomes one of the most haunted place."

"I know," Stiles said.

Dean and Sam gaped at the teen. Dean looked at Stiles strangely, "wait what?"

"The Morton House. Police and cops are actually surrounding the building because every once in a while, idiots try and pass by and soon they end up dead or missing." Stiles stated. "Murders, kidnappings happen because people are stupid enough to actually visit the Morton House. Question is: how do we get in without getting caught?"

Dean smirked. "Dude, have you met us?" Dean asked with a snort. "We break in once it's night and everything will be as easy as pie."

"Of course you'd have to compare it to a pie." Stiles muttered.