So, I updated. Finally. Anyways, I know its been a long time, sorry about that and since Im not doing this on Microsoft Word, its going to be a lot harder since im doing this on a tablet too. This is +3000 words so you dont have to worry. All chapters will be long which was probably be more than just 3000 words but it will take longer to write.

Now, enjoy!

Chapter 5 - A Very Long Night, Indeed

Stiles felt irritated while working with these dumbasses. Not to be rude or anything but he just didn't like nosy people prying on his private life and their job. There was a reason why Stiles likes to double check a perimeter and the first time he didn't, these idiots showed up. They were like the rip-offs of GhostBusters.

Stiles was looking around, ignoring the fact that Spruce had eavesdropped on his brothers conversation and noticed that one particular person was missing. "Guys..." Stiles said trying to grab their attention but no one heard him, they were speaking at their own level. "Guys!" He exclaimed once more before he huffed in frustration, took out his gun and cocked it before pointing it at the ceiling and pressed the trigger.

A loud 'boom' exploded into the room and everyone looked at Stiles in shock as he stashed his weapon away in his jacket before clapping his hands together, "now that I finally got your attentions, what should we do about the missing partner that isn't here right now?"

Ed, Maggie, and Harry looked around them before their eyes widened. "Where is Corbett?" Ed asked.

Stiles huffed and walked over to the creaky staircase, watching the Ghostfacers trip around the room to find Corbett. Unless they realize that Corbett isn't in the room then maybe he would help them but they looked like lost puppies. Once he heard an anguish screams coming from the halls, he jumped to his feet and took out his gun and his flashlight.

"That was Corbett." Ed said after a minute of silence.

"That was Corbett!" Harry repeated, worriedly. "Corbett!" Harry exclaimed.

They began to run off where the sound of the scream came from and Stiles groaned to himself. "Did they really run without any weapons to defend themselves with?" Stiles asked and walked off, not noticing the weird looks coming from his brother and soon stopped in his tracks and turned around. "Are you guys gonna come or are you just gonna stand there and look pretty?"

They shuffled towards him and the trio began to walk down where the Ghostfaces were all bunched up. They decided to move the Ghostfacers back to their nest but they began to protest and Stiles and Dean actually suggested using their guns so that they can shut up and just move. Sam shot down the idea but he thought that it would be effective enough to get them moving. Once they went back to the living room, Ed nearly shook with fright. "Oh, god. What happened? Oh god. He's gone. He just disappeared." Ed whimpers.

Harry was the one not freakin' out even if Stiles could tell that he was probably scared shitless in the inside. "Okay. Let's just go through all the angles. Let's go through all the cameras we have."

"Well, it's 12:04, Dean. You good? You happy?" Stiles asked as he looked at his watch and sighed.

"Yeah, I'm happy." Dean commented.

"'Let's go hunt the Morton House,' you said, 'it's our Grand Canyon.'" Stiles replied with sarcasm dripping on his words. Sam sighed and grabbed his brother's arm, Dean in tow, before they entered the living room. Stiles yanked his arm from Sam's grip and looked back at the front door, picking up a chair before he smashed it against the door.

"Whoa!" Spruce exclaimed, "what the hell is going on guys?"

"I'll tell you what's going on," Stiles began, pissed as hell. "Every door, every window, I'm guessing every exit out of this house - they're all sealed." He huffed in irritation. Stiles didn't know what was going on with himself, he's angrier than usual, he's pissed and he just wants to leave right away. The fact that his so-called friends kicked him out of the Pack about a month before he dies, he became hot tempered. Tired. Angry. It made Stiles want to die now.

"But w-why are they sealed?" Maggie stutters.

"Its a supernatural lockdown, okay?" Dean responded, also pissed. "Whatever took Corbett doesn't want us to leave, and it's no death echo. This is a bad mother, and it wants us scared."

Harry's face grew grim, and Maggie drew in a breath. "Or maybe it wants us."

Stiles's eyes drift down to the spiking EMF that was going nuts, and soon, every computer began to glitch before Stiles knew that it was another death echo. "Uh, guys. The cameras fritzing again." Spruce replied.

"Whoa, whoa. Guys, the EMF's starting to spike up," Ed gasped.

"No shit, Sherlock." Stiles retorted earning a scowl from Dean and Sam, he just shrugged and Sam began to warn them that another death echo was coming. Slow people, they were.

Another apparition appears.

"Whoa!" The Ghostfacers exclaimed in shock.

"Is this the same echo you guys saw?" Dean asked.

Harry shook his head, "no... it's a different guy." He responded.

"Multiple echoes? What the hell is going on?" Sam questioned and Stiles walked towards it, being very cautious when approaching it. "Stiles, what are you doing?"

"Hey! Dude!" Stiles yelled to the death echo. "Hey, look at me, man!" He begins to make hand gestures but the death echo didn't hear him. "Look, man, you're dead!"

"What is he doing?" Harry asked, worriedly.

Sam spoke up, his eyes staying on his little brother. "Its rare, but sometimes you can shock an echo out of its loop if you can talk to the part of the ghost's that's still human, but usually you have to have some kind of connection to the deceased." Sam stated.

"Come on!" Stiles yelled. "Wake up and be dead!"

The apparition turns around and flickers. "You guys hear that?" Harry questioned but Stiles doesn't hear since he was too busy shouting at the apparition in front of him. There was a light focusing on the apparition, a car horn was heard and next, the apparition flies in the air before disappearing into oblivion. Stiles creased his brows and pursed his lips tightly together.

"Where the hell did it go?" Harry asked.

Allison entered her car, her breaths becoming labored. She hates that the Pack didn't even know that Stiles left, it hurt her to think that her friends didn't even care about Stiles. She couldn't even think evenly because of that. "Are you okay?" She jumps at the sound of Isaac's voice and she nodded before her nods turn into a shake of her head. "What's wrong?"

"I can't do this, Isaac." Allison sobs. "I need to find Stiles, I need to tell him that I love him and that he's important. I can't deal with the thought that he's hurting because of what Derek said. I should've gone with him, Isaac, I should've chose Stiles instead of Scott."

Isaac frowned and embraced her in a hug. "Its gonna be okay, Ally. Stiles... Stiles knows that we care."

Allison sniffled, feeling the uninvited shivers pulse through her as she pictured Stiles dying. "I should've fell in love with Stiles. Why couldn't I?" She sobs. "What do you think is going to happen when Stiles dies? Will we just forget about him and pretended like nothing ever happened?" She asked Isaac who shrugged with no exact response to her question.

What will happen when Stiles dies? It's the one thing that now danced in Isaac's mind. He felt like he wasn't giving Allison enough answers to make her believe that Stiles will be okay, hell, he wasn't even convincing himself that Stiles is going to be okay. Even if Stiles Stilinski was a hunter, a very stealthy one at that too, he was going to die for something that he want tell them. Isaac didn't want to become nosy but he just needed to know why Stiles left so abruptly in the middle of the night without saying goodbye to them.

He wanted to believe that everything was going to be okay when it's not. How else would they try to cope with the thought of Stiles dying? It even angered Isaac that Scott didn't even realize that his best friend was about to die and yet he kicks Stiles on to the curb like a puppy with an abusive owner, maybe it was just Scott. Although, he shouldn't really put the whole blame on Scott, it was Derek, Jackson, and Lydia's fault to agree on kicking him out.

Isaac sucked in a breath of air and let his eyelids droop down for a couple of minutes before coming up with a reply. "No, because we can never forget about the people we really love, now can we, Allison?" The huntress nodded in agreement before she got out from Isaac's arms and started the car, before she got back onto the road and headed towards her home.

"I have a question," Allison began and Isaac gestures for her to continue. "Stiles said that he made a deal with a crossroads demon... what exactly is a crossroad demon?" She asked suspiciously.

"You just answered your question, Allison." The huntress glares at the Beta who quickly avoided her gaze because if looks could kill, he would've been dead seconds ago. "We can do research on it, I guess." He shrugged.

"Great idea!" Allison exclaimed and soon, she drifted off into her memories.

"Hey, uh, Stiles?" Allison asked as she approached her crush's locker. "So, about that Latin project... when are we going to start on it?" Stiles paused and licked his lips, distracting Allison from what she was thinking about until Stiles's voice interrupted her thoughts. "Say that again... please." She winced and her cheeks flush when she realizes that Stiles noticed her staring.

"My house, maybe at five?" He suggested and she nodded with a smile. "I'll see you later, Allison." Stiles returned the smile and walked away. Allison had to suppress herself from sighing dreamily when she was thinking of Stiles.

When school finally ended, Allison found herself driving straight towards Stiles's house and pulled up onto his driveway. She got out of the car and thrusted herself up onto the room and knocked on his window. Stiles didn't jump nor fall down clumsily on the floor, he just walked towards the window and unlocked it before he returned back to talking with the person on the phone. She stayed quiet. "I'm fine," Stiles reassured the person from the other one. There was a long pregnant pause until Stiles responded once again, "No, thanks, Ash. I'll call you later, I need a project to do for school and I can't have you keep calling me every three hours when you have an update." Another pause. "No, tell Jo it can wait." - "Yeah, I'm sure." - "Ash, come on. Be serious right now." - "Send it to Bobby then, I'm pretty sure he can help you, considering how long he's been in the business." - "Yeah, right..." Stiles snorts, "I'll talk to you later, Ash." - "Yeah, whatever. Bye, man."

Stiles turned to Allison with an apologetic smile on his face and snapped his phone shut. "Sorry about that, Ally. Duty calls." He said causing Allison to laugh and dismiss it saying that she was okay with waiting. She took out her books and a sheet of paper forgetting that she forget a pen.

"Damn it," Allison hisses as she slapped her bag. "I forgot my pen." Stiles shook his head in amusement and gave him hers. Butterflies tingle in her stomach when his hand brushes up against hers and her cheeks were immediately tinted with red. "Thanks, Stiles." She smiled shyly and Stiles just gave her a heads up before he looked at the three pages of the book that they were supposed to translate in Latin.

"Wouldn't this be copyright if we translated a published book into another language?" Stiles asked when he turned the book over to the side which had the summary of it. Allison shrugged and grasped the book in her hands.

"I don't know." She answered. "But since the school allowed it then we should just go with it." Allison grabbed her computer to search up a translator but Stiles closed it and shook his head. "What was that for? We're gonna have to translate the book, you know that right?"

"Exactly." Stiles said and looked at the first sentence before he creased his brows. "Scarlett O'Hara non pulchra erat, saepe autem homines et cum cognovissent gritam, ut Tarleton gemini capietur ab illa." He said, fluently causing Allison's eyes to be blown wide as she stared at him in shock. It went unnoticed by Stiles who was writing down the translation and once he was finally done, he looked up at Allison who was still staring at him. "What?" He asked.

"You never told me that you were fluent in Latin." Allison said.

"I'm fluent in 13 languages, actually. Latin being the number one on my list." He didn't say anything about using Latin to exorcise demon's because it was his own secret to keep and he didn't want his secret to come out until it was the right time. "I thought you would've known that already." Allison shook her head and Stiles nodded slowly, continuing with the project. "In faciem suam et commixtum est delicata nimis acriter features a matre, et ora nobilis Francorum descensus, et in gravibus Hibernica patri suo floridus," he said and wrote it on the sheet of paper.

Allison's eyes drift down towards his lips as he spoke very smooth and fluent. Her heart pounds loudly in her ears everytime his tongue touches his lips or his teeth and how his lips move when he's saying something that she doesn't understand. Stiles Stilinski was indeed hot. "Allison? Are you listening?" Stiles snaps her out of her thoughts and she blinks, turning her head and nodded. Stiles laughed and Allison watched as his adam's apple bob up and down when he laughed. "Look, I'm not mad or anything and I'm kind of glad that you're paying attention to me even if it's not in the way I wanted you too and you know that I can't really finish translating three pages of Gone with the Wind without you so..."

"I promise to you that I won't blank out again, Stiles." Allison chuckled and stared into his golden eyes, there was a spark but behind it was sadness, pain and melancholy. Something stirred in her but she ignored the feeling and scooted beside Stiles, her arm brushing up against hers and her knee was in his lap. She stared at the page before Stiles looked down at her causing Allison to look back up at him.

Stiles's eyes flickered down to her lips and leaned in slowly. Her breath hitches. And before their lips could touch, Stiles's father opens the door, making Allison and Stiles jump back. "Hey, kiddo." John said, ignoring the fact that he almost saw his son's best friend's ex-girlfriend kiss his own son. "Wanna tell me why Ash keeps calling me on my cell saying that you blew him off?"

Stiles's looked as if he was about to murder someone. "Well, he was about to tell me was that Jo and Ellen needed my help on some research but I needed to do my project with Allison so..." his son trailed off, not knowing where he was going with his explanation and John cocked his brow up when Stiles mentioned the word 'project'. The Sheriff just hummed and walked away, leaving them alone.

They sat there awkwardly until Stiles cleared his throat. "Next sentence..."

Dean, Sam and Stiles returned back to the living room with the Ghostfacers in tow. "Dude, there's no records of any of this here. No one got shot. Obviously, no one got ran over by a freakin' train."

"Stay close," Sam said to Stiles who rolled his eyes.

Maggie was the first to ask out of all her partners. "Did the echoes take Corbett?" Stiles gave a look to Maggie with a small shake of his head and nearly face palmed himself when he noticed how unprepared they were for this. Stupid assholes they were.

Dean ignored Stiles's face and responded, "yes. No. I don't know," he said, "we don't know what's doing what here; that's what we're trying to figure out here, okay?"

"All right." Sam announces. "Stay close. Okay, look, um, death echoes are ghosts, okay? Now, ghosts - they usually haunt places where they lived or where they died." Sam said and Stiles had an idea pop into his head but he didn't know whether it was true or not so he didn't say anything.

Instead, he went with, "except these mooks didn't live or die here." Stiles said.

Sam and Dean nods in agreement.

"So, what are they doing?" Maggie asks.

"Hey, give the lady a cigar. All right, seriously, does looking at this nightmare through that camera make you feel better or something? I mean..." Dean trails off and Maggie begins to stutter for no apparent reason.

"Um I, uh... Well, yeah." She nods. "Yeah, I think so."

"Oh, yeah, okay great! Now we have weirdos who wants their lives to be put on the world wide news, that's great." Stiles muttered sarcastically under his breath and crossed his arms. Spruce was aiming the camera at him and Stiles narrowed his eyes, "get that stupid camera out of my face." He pushed the object away and walked with his brothers side by side.

They entered a room where there was animal heads and cabinets stashed inside and Stiles walked towards the desk, grabbing the broken certificate and clicked his tongue. "Bingo," Stiles said, "I told you Freeman Daggett was here." Dean snatched the object in his hands and creased his brows.

"He was a doctor?" Dean asked, incredulously.

"Janitor." Sam corrected.

"This looks like his den," Dean clarifies, "when'd you say he died - '64?"

Stiles pursed his lips and nodded. "Yup, Casper the Lonely Ghost had a heart attack."

Maggie flashed her light onto something. "What are these, c-rations?" Maggie asked them and Stiles walked towards her, his body hovering hers and he bit his lip, answering her own question.

"Yeah, army issued, three squares." Stiles said surprise Sam and Dean at his knowledge of army stuff. "Like a lifetime supply." He added on and patted his brother's back before he returned back to the desk. Maggie grimaced, asking him about Daggett eating all of those food. Stiles would be disgusted too. "One-stop shopping."

Stiles ignored the Ghostfacers and pried open the safe door when Sam read the 'Survival under Atomic Attack' and bent down to scour through the dusty files. "Taxidermy," Stiles replied grimly. Dean bent down too, looking over the files before he nearly gagged.

"Ew, got three toe tags here - one, death by gunshots, train accident, and suicide."

"Ew," Sam replies.

"Well, that explains why all the death echoes are here," Stiles countered. "They're here because their bodies are here... somewhere in the house?" Stiles should've said something earlier, honestly but no, he just had to keep it to himself.

"Daggett brought the remains home from the morgue." Dean felt very uncomfortable to say what he was about to say next. "To 'play,'" he used his fingers as quotation marks and soon the Ghostfacers got the memo and was equally disgusted.

"Ugh, I should've stayed at the motel today." Stiles groaned as he dusted off his pants.

This was going to be a long night.