Notes:

I had this chapter written for a while but I had thought I posted it...obviously not...

sorry.

Anywho my brother visited yesterday with his baby and omg she is just the most precious angel. My little niece 3

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Stiles POV:

I was on the road early morning; I got a bus ticket for a bus heading to California. From there, I took a taxi into Beacon Hill's, which took the rest of my cash on me. They only got me just into Beacon Hill's. I didn't have enough money to continue the trip. I was standing on the side of the road with my backpack as my only companion. But it was fine. I was in purgatory for eight months, all the while running for my life. I could walk down the road for a few miles more.

I didn't rush; I was already gone for eight months. It's not like 10 minutes is going to change anything. I took the time to relax and enjoy the sunlight hitting my face. Purgatory was always hazy; while it got bright and dark, it wasn't anything like sunlight. And even the air just felt nicer back in the regular world. But that could just be homesickness for me.

I eventually got to the house. I only saw my dad's car. My jeep was nowhere to be seen; Peter must've taken it, which is fine. I wouldn't expect him to stay here all eight months; I wouldn't expect any of them to stay here for that long. I didn't have a key on me, but I hoped that the key that I stuck underneath one of the porch floorboards was still there. I never told anyone I put it there, so unless the wind knocked it out, it should still be there.

Luckily enough, it was a little rusted but worked like a charm. I unlocked the door, walked in, and didn't see anyone inside. But my dad's car was clearly parked in the driveway. I walked deeper into my house, and I noticed my dad sleeping on the kitchen table. An odd habit for him since he never does that, but he might be overworked; who knows, I've been away for a while.

I set my bag down on the floor, and I gently touched his shoulder to wake him up. He woke up startled and looked at me like he saw a ghost. He was sort of paused, not moving and just staring at me until he rubbed his face and just stared at the table, ignoring me altogether.

"Dad?" I asked curiously as to why he was ignoring me.

But the moment I spoke, his head whipped around so fast I was afraid he was going to break his neck.

"S-s-stiles!" He suddenly yelled and grabbed me, tackling me to the floor in a giant hug.

"Hey, dad."

I felt like crying a little bit, okay, well, actually a lot. My dad was definitely crying into my shoulder as we were just on the floor in a heap.

He just kept repeating, "Stiles, your back!" over and over and over again.

I let him hug me until he was content, and honestly, it felt nice. I missed my dad; heck, I missed everyone.

It took an hour for my dad to dislodge himself from me.

He ordered food and obviously, he was curious, as he started to ask me questions,

"So Stiles, why did it take you so long to get out?"

"Oh well, I was constantly on the run in purgatory, that's where I was, and I could never really stop, and nobody was friendly enough to ask questions. I guess it took me eight months before I could find someone I could trust to help me get out." I say stuffing takeout in my mouth, god it tasted so damn good.

I asked a question of my own,

"I assumed Dean made it out, right? How long did it take him?"

I was curious because, in the beginning, I heard rumors about another human that was in purgatory with me, but I could never catch up to him. There were always so many monsters in his general direction that it was just too risky a chance going over there by myself. I don't even know how Dean dealt with it.

"Well, Bobby delivered the news that Dean came back four months after you all left into the portal. His friend who I'm told is an angel or something like that, came back six months after entering the portal. And we've all been waiting on you." Dad said, oddly enough, eating a vegetable dish.

We ate for a little while longer, I was starving even though I did have some food since I came back, but I didn't have a hot meal in quite a while. My dad said that he was going to go let his job know that he would continue working. Before he left, though, I asked him if I could have his cell phone so I could go around making the calls since I didn't have a car to travel anywhere. He gladly gave me his cell phone and went on his way.

I called Bobby first because he could get into contact with Dean and Sam quicker than I could. After all, I don't remember their numbers by heart. I have no idea where my cell phone is, if it even exists anymore, or if it's somehow stuck in purgatory, lost forever. It took two rings for him to pick up; I guess this is my father's phone.

"Sheriff? How are you?" Bobby asks over the line.

Before answering, I just relish in the sound of another familiar voice that I hadn't heard in a long time.

"Hey, Bobby," I answered back.

There was silence for quite a bit until Bobby exclaimed into the phone so loud I had to pull the phone away from my ear.

"STILES! You're back!" Bobby yelled into the phone.

"Yup. I got back a few days ago, but I finally got back to Beacon Hill's earlier today." I smiled while talking on the phone.

Bobby, man, I missed him.

"Did you see you're dad yet? Oh, no, obviously you did, it's his phone you're calling from. Anyway, how are you" Bobby asked, answering his own question.

"Oh, fine. Time moves differently in purgatory, it felt like 3 or 4 months max, but obviously, I've been there for 8 months. I don't know how Dean got out so quickly, honestly. It took me forever to find someone I could trust in there." I said, leaning back into the chair.

Honestly, if it wasn't for the Hale pack in there, I might not have ever come out. I wonder how Dean got out so fast because only monsters know how to get out of there, so he must've befriended one or made some kind of mutual contract or something. And I can't believe it took me eight months to find some familiar faces in there. Now, I am glad I found a Hale pack rather than other familiar monsters that I know of because I would've been in trouble or dead. If I had found any deadly creatures that have passed away in Beacon Hills in recent or not so recent months. I'm glad I didn't run into any Wendigo's, those motherfuckers that are hard to kill without fire. Honestly, I'm feeling pretty lucky, and it wasn't too bad; I feel like I gained more than I lost.

I gained better fighting ability, more stamina, more experience, without having to feel guilty about killing the supernatural cause they were already dead. I've met some people I never expected to meet at all, as long as I was alive at least, and we saved the world—all in all, a good year. Of course, I missed everyone, but I'd rather miss them then all of them being dead.

When I snapped out of my internal monologue, Bobby was answering the question I asked initially,

"...Dean wasn't too clear on how he heard the way out. He just said he got out. He's not too big on sharing his feelings. He doesn't do chick flick moments, or so he says, but whenever he needs advice, who does he complain to but me? No chick flick moments my ass, the idjt. But anyway, are you coming over? Isn't a long trip to your college; you all should meet up here."

Bobby offered.

"You can even invite those friends who aren't human, but just this once."

I laughed, part because of Bobby complaining about Dean, and part because Bobby is trying to subtly tell me to come to visit him. But I agreed because I want to see Bobby, and I don't really want to stay on the road for a few more days. I've had enough taxiing around. Plus I can meet everyone all at once.

"Alright, that's a good idea. I gotta make the rest of the phone calls and then buy a new cell phone and find a car to take me down there. Maybe my dad's not too busy, and he could come. But I'll be there in like a day or two." I said while planning everything out on my hands.

"You don't have'ta rush; just call before you come over, Stiles. Anyway, I'm glad you're back and safe." Bobby said.

I smiled, I was getting a bit overwhelmed and running out of fingers to count on, but I relaxed.

"Oh, hey Bobby, can you give Sam and Dean a ring and tell them that I'm back. Since I lost my phone, I don't exactly remember their numbers. And I assume you can get into contact with them better than anyone else I know." I asked before I hung up.

"Sure, no problem; let me go call them," Bobby said, hanging up.

Before I called everyone at college, I cleaned up the dishes, and I put them in the sink. I cleaned up most of my dad's papers that were just lying around, and I flipped up a few photos of us. I wonder why they fell down? It was weird, but I put everything back to how it was before. I wasn't sure who to call first. If I remember correctly, Allison has class right now or her job; I know she's busy with something, but I don't remember what. Peter could be doing anything. I know Malia doesn't own a phone and I don't even know where she is, she could be with Peter or stayed here. Who knows? My safest bet was Lydia.

Because even if she is busy, she could manage being busy and a phone call at the same time and not break down. After debating a bit, I decided to just call Lydia; I couldn't put it off anymore anyway. It would've been unfair for them to not know for so long. I'm just waiting around doing absolutely nothing anyway.

The phone rang once before Lydia picked up,

"Sheriff? Are you okay? Do you need me?" Lydia asked quickly.

I was curious why everyone kept asking if my father was okay. It seems I needed to wrangle a story out of them.

"Hey, Lyd's," I said with a smile on my face even if she couldn't see it; man, I missed her too.

"...STILES!" was the scream I was met with; I had to yank the phone from my head.

"Yeah... I'm home."

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Notes:

I hope you liked it! Currently writing the next chapter but probably not finishing it today, but who knows miracles happen lol.

Thank for reading as always :)