Here is another update! Yay! Its +2000 words if that counts for something. Anyways, I will probably list the timeline in the next chapter since im lazy and Im supposed to be asleep right now. But right now, just to inform you guys: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING!

I AM MERELY USING THE CHARACTERS FOR THIS STORY! SUPERNATURAL AND TEEN WOLF BELONG TO THE RIGHTFUL OWNERS!

I had to use all caps, sorry. I just needed to get it out there but please do enjoy. Stallison wont be happening yet, maybe in the middle of the story, I dont know. I have great plans for this story and hopefully you guys will love it. If you want to read any of my stories on Wattpad, search me up, (-voidstilinski-), and you can read 'The Original Ripper', its about Stiles, the Original Vampire Ripper, whos done with the Pack's bullshit. Theres a lot of plot twists, drama, barely any romance and about a lot of crossovers in that one book. Dont say I didnt warn you! Hope you guys enjoy!

Chapter Four - Leave Out All The Rest

Stiles huffed as his brothers dragged him into the backseat of the impala and assured him that it was gonna be the best night ever because of family bonding and all those crap he wasn't listening to. He doesn't want to be rude, he's never had family bonding, hell even with the Sheriff. It's because everyone around him dies and it makes Stiles more cautious about what he's doing. He knows that Sam and Dean can take care of themselves but family bonding to Stiles felt so... cliché. He wasn't one of those guys who got to have happy time with their families, he was one of those people who didn't let himself get to close to anybody. He got close to Scott because Stiles knew that the former asthmatic kid had great potential, then turned to Allison, Lydia, even Derek. But in the end, Stiles got hurt mentally.

Dean raised a concerning eyebrow at the kid who stood in silent and smacked his shoulder. "Stiles, you okay?" Dean asked with concern and Stiles looked towards Dean, nodding his head and wished that Dean would just leave it. "If you say so," the hunter muttered and started up the car and drove onto the road.

"You don't look excited to go on the hunt." Sam pointed. "You're were always constantly jumping with craziness. What happened?"

Stiles shrugged and stifled a yawn. "ADHD passed for me, I guess." Stiles retorted and rubbed his palms over his eyes. He was exhausted. Before Dean woke him up, he only slept for two to three hours which was considered enough shut eye for him but now, not so much. He wasn't really feeling the excitement of the hunt although it was to pass time even if time seemed to pass by fast. "Anyways, a man named Freeman Daggett owned the house in the late 1800s early 1900s. On leap year, few people trespassed and days later, reported missing by their parents. Weird thing is, I dug up some information about Daggett and turns out he was stealing corpses from the hospital to celebrate his incoming birthday but the bodies weren't found anywhere."

Dean snorted. "Dude's got issues. So, what else did you find on Casper the Lonely Ghost?" Dean questioned.

Stiles sucked in a breath and flipped through papers in the manila folders where he stores his research and closed it shut. "Apart from being a psychopathic creep with a thing for corpses, none."

Sam nodded at the information and took out a flashlight. Stiles never noticed that it was already dark and empty. Now, Dean was driving down an abandoned road that lead to the Morton House. Stiles yawned for what seemed like hours but it was a few seconds, his breath was literally taken away when the yawn went away and ignored the overwhelming fear that took over him. What was going on him with him lately? Maybe he was just exhausted. "Dude, turn that down." Stiles scolded at Dean who ignored him and turned the volume up annoying Stiles even farther more.

Sam was flashing his flashlight towards the Morton House and Stiles straightened himself, eyeing the trees when he saw movement but Sam and Dean didn't even notice that there was someone else there. These people need to learn how to be stealthy, Stiles thought and slumped against the leather seat. "Great, we're here! Can we go now?" Stiles asked seriously but the two brothers eyed him crazy and got out, knowing that Stiles wasn't even in his right self. "Whatever." Stiles muttered and got out, walking to the back of the car and grabbed an M1911 pistol and hid it in his inside jacket pocket. His hand picked up a sharp silver knife and tucked it into his waistband then grabbed rocksalt bullets and an extra pack of matches.

"So, how am I gonna get in? Technically, I don't look like an adult." Stiles said.

Dean just patted him on the back and handed him a fake police badge. "You do now. Look at you, lost all the baby fat and now you're growing a beard. Good for you. I think you can pass as a police officer." Dean said and walked away.

"This is not gonna work well, Sam. Do I look 24 to you?" Stiles asked as he saw his own picture in the badge and looked up at Sam who had a small frown sitting upon his lips. "What?" Stiles questioned.

"What's going on with you, Stiles? You're not talking, you're not excited, you're not even eating. What's wrong?"

"Oh, come on! Sam, leave it!"

"No, we are not going into the house until you tell me what's bothering you!" Sam yelled at Stiles and took it down a notch when he saw his little brother flinch at the tone of his voice. "Is it because of the deal? Stiles, we're gonna help you get out of it if you're worried but it doesn't mean you have to keep acting like this."

"Acting like what?" Stiles scoffed, "like a whiny bitch?"

"No. Like a jackass."

"I can be a jackass whenever I want, Sam. There's not gonna be any difference when I die."

"Don't talk like that." Sam bellowed in anger. "Do you know how much it hurts when you don't trust us, Stiles? We're trying everything in our power to get you out of this deal and yet you repay us by acting out!"

"It's not because of the god damn deal, Sammy!" Stiles shouted and groaned, annoyed by the fact that Sam kept poking him around. "Its because everything I ever did for my friends, they abandoned me, they made me feel useless, they fucking whined and cried about how no one was helping them and here I am doing the best I can to help them yet they don't appreciate it. I appreciate what you're doing for me, Sammy, but trust me, the deal isn't the problem. It's the fact that my life was just for show," Stiles walked away from a surprised and guilty Sam.

Stiles was seething but mostly he felt guilty for taking out his anger on Sam. He ignored it though, and walked straight in with Sam following behind, making sure not to say anything that would have Stiles blow up on him again. "What took you idiots so long?" Dean asked his two younger brothers who didn't even say anything but give each other secretive glances. Dean rolled his eyes and soon, three guys came into the room and the brothers went into action. "Freeze! Police officers! Don't move!" Dean hollered and the two men jumped in fright except the man with the... camera?

Sam sighed. "All right. All right. All right. Take it easy, take it easy." Sam directed to both Stiles, Dean, and the two men.

"Let's see some identification." Stiles grunted.

"Come on, let's see some I.D." Sam repeated.

The man wearing strange outfit began to stutter and sputter like a kid got scolded for stealing out of a cookie jar. "What - are we - are we under arrest?" The man asked nervously and Stiles cocked a brow, and looked at the bearded man beside the man wearing a strange outfit and Stiles swore to himself that he looked familiar but he couldn't point it out.

"We are unarmed." Familiar looking man added in.

"Oh, god. Oh, god." The man began to hyperventilate and before Stiles could process what he was doing, Stiles patted his arm and told him that he should stop freaking out which calmed him a bit.

Stiles grabbed the ID from the nervous man and shined his flashlight over it, glancing up at him. "Wanna explain that weirdo outfit, uh, Mr. Corbett?" Stiles asked and now he knew how Sam and Dean felt when they impersonated cops, but mostly FBI agents. It felt awesome. The bearded man looked at Stiles as if he recognized the eighteen year old and at his two brothers.

"I know you," the man countered.

"Yeah, sure you do." Dean snorted and held out his hand. "Give me some identification."

The man shook his head and pointed at the three of them. "Yeah, ho - whoa, hold on a second. I know all three of you guys." The man said and Sam began to curse when he recognized him. Stiles needed Sammy to refresh his memories because he was confused as hell. "Yeah."

"What?" Corbett asked in confusion.

"Yeah, huh."

"Holy, shit." Sam said, and both Stiles and Dean asked him 'what' in unison. "Uh... West Texas... the... Tulpa we had to take out. Those two goofballs almost got us killed. The hellhounds or something?" Sam said and Stiles and Dean cursed.

"Fuck me" - "God, damn it."

Ed nodded, "yeah, we're not hellhounds anymore, okay? It didn't test well." Ed said.

Stiles gave a face to Ed that said that he couldn't care less and began to grow impatient between his two brothers and Ed. Sure, this was getting interesting, but Ed and his partner, uh, Larry? Harry? Yeah, Harry. They almost got him and his brothers killed and Stiles hoped that they never crossed paths again, honestly. Well, funny how the Universe always turns on him.

After Dean was done assaulting Ed, they headed into the living room which the 'Ghostfacers' had set up their nest and Stiles wasn't impressed by the various computers. They were the hunter wannabes, they're trying to tell the world that there is a supernatural world that could endanger all of them and seriously, it was a pretty dick move to put about 7 billion people in danger when they finally learn about what's really going on in the world. Stiles had to admit that he just wants to smash someone's skull in because saving people was their job, it's the family business. Not the idiots jobs, they have a life to get to, they don't need to be freaks like them.

Allison walked alone to her locker, her arms wrapping the books tightly to her chest and she ducks her head. She wanted to see Stiles, she wanted to tell him that she was in love with him, that she's been waiting for about a year now for him. She felt guilty for falling for Stiles - Scott's best friend -, while she was dating Scott. The reason why she broke it off with Scott permanently was not because of her family, it was because she lost the interest in Scott when she first laid eyes on Stiles. It sounds pathetic yet cliché but it was true. She remembered when her and Stiles were assigned to a project. They had to translate a whole book into Latin and Stiles was very fluent in it, he had no trouble turning them into another language which put Allison in awe because Stiles sounded hot when he was speaking Latin fluently. She also remembered that other time where Stiles played messenger for Scott and Allison, and that's how Allison found out that she liked Stiles.

But she didn't have a chance with him. He had a month left now, he left them in Beacon Hills but she couldn't blame him. This town had enough bad memories to go around and Allison didn't want to stick around but she had to... for her friends. Her friends were the only reason why she stayed in the town where she was manipulated by her aunt and Gerard, and where Gerard had beaten Stiles up and electrocuted Erica and Boyd. Kate tried to kill Derek. Her mom killed herself and Allison was manipulated into thinking that Derek killed her. Now, because of the Alpha Pack, Stiles was out of the Pack, Allison is head over heels for him, Lydia has an interest in one of the twins named Aiden, Isaac stuck by her side, and Scott was still this oblivious puppy. She wonders what is gonna happen in one month. Will she forget about Stiles? Will she fall in love with someone else? She doesn't know.

Her thoughts began to overwhelm her so she pushed it aside and began to turn the dial of her lock and opened her locker, stashing her books into the locker and sighed in annoyance when Scott came over. "What do you want?" Allison asked bitterly but Scott didn't notice her tone.

"There's a Pack meeting tonight. Derek wants you to come. You seemed upset two days ago, I just wanted to know if you're alright." Scott said.

"I'm fine." Allison said monotonously. "Tell Derek he can go on without me."

"Why?"

"Because I'm out of the Pack."

"Wait, what?" Scott gaped at her and she shrugged. She didn't care if Scott looked like a kicked puppy, she was affected by it anymore. "You can't be out of the Pack! We need you!"

"Yeah? What about Stiles? We needed him yet you kicked him out! Honestly, Scott.. I thought you knew better than to agree with Derek to kick Stiles out!"

"He's human, Allison!" Scott argued and Allison paused, then Scott, - Scott knew he passed a line because Allison turned her body and her palm collided with a cheek.

"I'm human, Scott!" Allison yelled grabbing the attention of a few students.

"You can defend yourself! Stiles can't even go one minute without getting hurt! It was for the best!"

"That's bullshit, Scott. You're such an idiot, Stiles can surely defend himself, you just don't give him the chance to try and show himself but he can't because he's so overwhelmed by the fact that you take advantage of him, his smarts, his knowledge, his friendship, even his father! You don't try and make him feel like he's important to us, he thinks he's worthless, weak. Well, he's not. You think he's holding us down but once you realize it, you know that he's the one keeping us alive. He trained you to control your anger, he held Derek in eight feet of water so he wouldn't drown, he ran over Jackson to save us, he saved Erica and Boyd. What did you ever do for him?" Allison asked and Scott stood there silently. Allison just scoffed and walked away from her ex-boyfriend.

She ignored Lydia and anyone in the Pack. She was done. She didn't want anything to do with anyone. The only thing she wanted was Stiles to come back and tell her that it was gonna be okay, but he couldn't. Because he was gone.

Stiles ignored the bickering from Dean to Ed, they were talking about people spending the night here and Ed objected saying that was Dean was saying was wrong. Stiles was soon distracted by something and headed towards the table, picking up the dusty papers. "Look -" Stiles said grabbing their attention, "missing-persons reports going back almost half a century." Stiles said. "John Graham stayed on a dare - gone. Julie Wilkerson - gone. There are tons more. All of them came to just stay the night through, always on a leap year. The only body they ever found was the last owner, Freeman Daggett." Stiles countered and pinched the bridge of his nose. "The man who stole corpses for his birthday, great." He said sarcastically.

"These look legit," Ed replied.

Sam walked over and took the papers into his hands and nodded. "It is legit. Look, Ed, we ain't got much time here, buddy. Starting at midnight, your friends is gonna die."

Stiles laughed and gave Sam a thumbs up with an exaggerated smile. "Not beating around the bush, huh, Sammy?" The only response he got from his older brother was his middle finger and Dean smirked at the bonding that began between Stiles and Sam. Then, three other people came stumbling in, screaming about something.

"It was a full apparition!" Harry grinned. "It was like a class four. It was a spectral illumination! It -,"

He was cut off by the girl with a smile on her face like she had a puppy as her Christmas present. "It was amazing!" She exclaimed.

Harry looked at Sam, Dean, and Stiles and said, "hey, aren't those the [bleep] from Texas?" Stiles pulled a bitch face and Ed agreed.

Holy shit, he was gonna die because of a bunch of amateurs. This night is not gonna end well, but then.. when has it ever?