The sun rose on Beacon Hills, bringing the illusion of warmth to the chilly morning. Birds chirped happily in the trees. Dean sat on the hood of his Impala as Sam loaded their duffle bags into the back. He watched as the birds flew from tree to tree, blissfully unaware that their town was brimming with supernatural activity.
"You ready?" Sam asked as he closed the trunk.
"Not quite..." Dean said spying a vehicle driving towards them down the street.
Stiles pulled the blue Jeep into the motel parking lot and cut the engine with a huge rattle. Scott, Stiles, Malia and Lydia climbed out, meeting the brothers beside the Impala.
"Y'know you should really get that checked out." Dean commented, nodding his head towards the Jeep.
"Just cause the check engine light is on?" Stiles retorted, "The check engine light has always been on."
The group laughed, then fell into an awkward silence. Sam was the first to break it.
"You guys sure have a strong pack and a strong leader," he said smiling at Scott. "I was going to say 'call us if you ever need help' but... it seems like it would be the other way around."
"You're sure you guys can't stay a few more days?" Lydia asked, "There really is more to Beacon Hills then murderous were-wolves."
Dean smiled.
"I'm sure we'll be back... eventually."
With that, they began giving each other goodbye hugs and handshakes, during which Dean pulled Stiles aside.
"Hey kid," he started, "I wanted to give you something..."
Dean pulled a necklace out of his pocket and handed it to Stiles. The pendant on the chain was a silver pentagram, with different words and symbols scrawled onto it.
"It's not as reliable as the anti-possession tattoo but, as long as you're wearing it nothing can get in your head and take over again."
Stiles stared at the necklace, not sure what to say. Dean scratched his neck nervously, afraid he might've gone too far and offended the teen.
"I just thought it might help you sleep a little better with all this Nogitsune crap going on-"
Stiles cut Dean off by pulling him into a tight hug. Dean hugged him tightly in return. When they pulled away Stiles hastily wiped tears from his eyes and put the necklace over his neck.
"Thank you, Dean." He said.
"Don't worry about it, kid." Dean smiled back.
And so with a few more hugs and waves goodbye the brothers climbed into their Impala and shot off towards the city limits. As they sped along they passed the sign reading: Thanks for Visiting Beacon Hills. We hope you Come Again Soon! The brothers looked at each other and smiled, certain they would be back for another visit to the supernatural hotspot.
*Fin*