Chapter Six

My face went slack as I remembered the Carver Edlund books. The Antichrist. For the book I Believe the Children Are Our Future. Oh god, the loose end. But why was he here? In Beacon Hills?

"Jesse Turner." Sam mumbled.

"I'm sorry, what?" The Sheriff asked. "The Anti-Christ? What the hell does that mean?"

"Well," Dean stuttered, "ah, um…"

"It was a case they worked." I said, jumping to their rescue. "This kid, Jesse Turner, went a little crazy. Started, um, hurting people. Calling himself the Antichrist and whatever. Total nut job. Anyway, he got away. We hadn't heard of him in years so we assumed he left the country. But now here he is. In Beacon Hills."

"So you're saying he's just your regular psychopath?" Stiles asked, "Like nothing special or paranormal about this guy? At all? Anything weird? Something out of place, maybe?"

"Excuse me?" Dean asked, covering his surprise of what the boy had just said with an angry look. What was Stiles? A teenage hunter? With a dad who worked in law enforcement? It all seemed rather impossible. But then why was he asking about something paranormal?

"Stiles." The leader said through clenched teeth, "Shut up."

"What do you mean paranormal?" Sam inquired cautiously.

The asian girl looked around nervously. "Well-"

"Oh shut up!" A voice boomed. Our whole gaggle whipped around to see a boy wearing a navy blue hoodie, denim jeans and bright green Nikes. He looked regular, like any guy you would see on the street. His tousled brown hair and freckles were rather cute, in a boyish sort of way. It was somehow hard to believe that this innocent looking teenager could be so powerful, so deadly. For god's sake, he was the antichrist! And he was standing right in front of us, rolling his eyes like any other high schooler in the world.

"I mean really. It's so boring. All of you keeping secrets. I won't be able to have any fun! And trust me when I say, at least half of what I'm doing is because of boredom."

One of the teenage girls walked toward him slowly. "J… Jesse?" She asked nervously. "I'm Lydia. I'm here to help. I know that it seems like what you're doing is-"

Jesse placed a finger to his lips. "Shhh," He whispered. Lydia opened her mouth to continue talking. Nothing came out. She drew her hand to her mouth, opening and closing it, but still, silence rang. Jesse let out a small chuckle, "Ironic isn't it? A banshee who can't speak." He glanced at Lydia's worried expression, "Oh don't worry, love, it'll wear off in a few hours. You're one of the only assets your side has. I need the playing field to level if I want to have any real fun."

"What happened?" Dean spat, his eyes wild. The second the words came out, I could he regretted them.

"What happened? What happened?! What happened was you. Dean and Sam Winchester and your little angel friend." Jesse spat, his blue eyes turning stormy. "You ruined my life! I was fine before you came. Perfectly fine. I had a family! Parents who loved me, a house, friends. And than you two came to investigate my little pranks that were an accident and then they found me. The angels and the demons. I had to leave my parents! Leave everything. I WAS NINE YEARS OLD!" A low rumbling sound came from below our feet and the earth split in two, a crack forming on the asphalt. Jesse didn't bat an eye. "So I left. I went to China, Vegas and finally Rome. Got a pretty good mentor. I know, here I am, seven years later. So what happened to me, Dean?

He lifted his hand and Dean raised from the ground. Soon his face was turning purple.

"It's the force choke!" I yelped, watching my brother figure being choked to death by an invisible force. Without even thinking I jumped into action and tackled Jesse. I talked the antichrist. He let go of Dean and he fell to the ground. Jesse got up quickly and dusted off his clothes. I stayed on the ground, unable to move. Jesse took a deep breath, his eyes slits of pure anger. "You happened to me." And he disappeared.