Notes:

I am back after a little bit of a break. I got really into writing one of my Fanfictions and I just kind of neglected the other one. But I am still obviously updating. I don't abandon my FanFictions. It may take me a month or two. Update but I will always come back at some point. I don't have a schedule I can never keep to it. Especially with my hectic school and at-home life. Nothing ever works out the way I wanted to.

I had the greatest class ever the other day. Our teacher put us all in a Zoom call and then she was having trouble with her microphone or something and she just left. And all of the kids in class just decided to have her own class and we actually discussed the book and talked and had a really good class in general. It was really fun and I enjoyed it. All the kids in my class were English majors and they like really enjoyed talking and stuff so it was a fun class especially without the teacher there so we got to leave on time and stuff. But we did talk for an hour so it was pretty cool.

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Peter's POV:

He's back. He's back….HE'S BACK! Thank god. Though I'm worried. But not as worried as I am happy. No, that's not right. I'm thrilled that he's safe and alive and well. But I'm worried. In my frustration, I did a few questionable things. And while Stiles doesn't tell me what to do in life, he is my pack, and decisions should be made together with a calm and clear mind. I made quite a few decisions full of rage. And as I know all too well, I'm not sane when I'm angry. I'm quite the opposite of sane; I'm insane. But I need some detrimental decisions.

One decision in particular that I'm worried about. Stiles is generally open-minded and welcoming. He's not afraid of the crueler side of life, which makes him 100 times better than Scott. And while he doesn't completely show you if you murder someone, it's not exactly a happy occasion if you murder someone either. I shouldn't be worried because I am the alpha. I am in charge. Nobody can tell me what to do. But for some reason, I am filled with nervousness. No nervousness isn't the exact word. I am anxious, and I'm afraid. Not that I'd never tell anyone that. But it's true. I'm not sure how he's going to react to my newly acquired red irises. Of course, I'm not going to bring it up for a while until he's back home safe and sound and all of this purgatory business is behind us. But I will have to tell him at some point. I also have to tell Lydia and Allison at some point. It's been eight months practically since I became an alpha, and the only person who knows is Malia.

While she is different, she accepted me as her alpha, so I trust her. She acts on pure instinct and barely any human emotions. Only human emotions ever betray trust. Instinct is only looking out for your own well-being, and you can't really fault someone for that. Since everyone has it and everyone relies on it, it sort of equals out for everyone, and you could always forgive someone for following their instincts. But emotions only humans have. And emotions lead to betrayal, and betrayal leads to chaos. Luckily at the moment, Malia has none of that. She's learning, of course. But it's prolonged going without Stiles here. But now, thankfully, Stiles is here.

While all these emotions are running rampant in my brain, I am happy that Stiles is back. Hell, I'm freaking ecstatic! Pushing the worry and anxiousness and fear aside, I'm over the moon. Stiles sadly was the foundation holding the pack together. Unfortunately, I haven't been doing a great job of dealing with everyone. Actually, I was doing a terrible job of it. I haven't spoken to Allison and Lydia in like a week. So while I probably am anxious and nervous and worried and a little bit scared, I am so relieved that Stiles is back.

I couldn't drive faster in this damn Jeep.

Stiles POV:

I bought a new cell phone. It took me two hours to do that because it was tough to explain how I lost my old phone. Especially since it's somewhere in purgatory at the moment. On the insistence of my dad, I got a haircut. He told me my hair was too long. I honestly agreed with him, while I liked having long hair for a while. I'll leave it to Sam; he rocks it better. I was going to rent a car and start my drive to Bobby's house, but my dad insisted that he was going to come as well and told me to wait for him so that he could let the station know that he wasn't going to be there for a few days. But I was happier this way because while I wanted to see Bobby and everyone else, I also wanted to spend more time with my father. It has been eight months since I've seen everybody. I miss everyone the same. But I can't help missing my dad more.

It took us basically the whole day to get ready to leave. I didn't need much; traveling in purgatory kind of made me not really care about what I brought with me. I did pack some clean clothes and other somewhat necessities. The problem was a lot of my clothes didn't really fit me anymore. Unlike before, when they were too baggy, they are now a little too tight.

AN:*Stiles currently looks like the American assassin Dylan where he's in the elevator at the very end of the movie. That's what he looks like right now, just for a frame of reference of how Stiles looks after getting out of purgatory. His body is also buff but not like super buff, just that he no longer has to rely on his sarcasm in fights.*

All that aside, it wasn't until the middle of the night that my dad and I were out on the road driving to Bobby's house. Unlike my first trip to Bobby's house, I didn't plan on driving straight through without any sleep. My dad and I took turns taking naps. But we decided to make the straight journey there and not stop in a hotel. We could relax once we got to Bobby's house. Also, I couldn't wait to see everyone. Well, it might've felt like longer for them. I still haven't seen my friends in so long. I miss them a lot.

Afternoon the next day…

Bobby's POV:

I got my house pretty cleaned up. I didn't have a lot of spare beds, but I had enough room to fit everyone sort of uncomfortably for at least a few days. I had a few blowup mattresses that I set up upstairs. I'm sure they won't care. I gave Sam and Dean a ring; however, like usual, those boys don't pick up. I have no idea what they're up to. They rarely ever check-in. But from my last phone call with Dean, apparently, Sam and Dean got into a fight with each other over a girl or something. And according to my last phone call with Sam, Dean became friends with a vampire, though I don't know how much of that is true. All I know is the world has gone to crap. But isn't that like usual? So everything's right as rain as far as I can tell. I did leave them a message that Stiles was topside and alright, but they'll figure it out at some point. Idjit's.

I was deciding whether or not I should order some food when I hear two cars pull in. First, I'm thinking what the coincidence that they both get here simultaneously, both Stiles and his friends. But The more likely story is that Stiles' friends took two cars, which turned out to be true. One fancy sports car pulled up alongside Stiles' Jeep. Four people rushed out. Two of which I knew well. And one who I knew only in passing. And someone I never met before. Peter and Allison almost knocked me down trying to get in my house.

"Wait, you idjit's, he's not here yet," I yelled, stopping both of them from breaking my door down.

Peter looked annoyed. Allison looked sad.

"Sorry, Bobby. We got a little carried away." Allison said, sitting on the porch.

"Of course, he's late. Typical." Peter mumbled to himself.

Lydia walked up with Malia trailing behind her.

"Hello, Bobby, right? I saw you at the graduation briefly. I'm Lydia Martin." The girl with red-ish hair said while holding out her hand.

I shook it.

"Bobby Singer, nice to meet you."

I got the formal introductions out of the way.

I was waiting for Lydia's friend to introduce herself, but she just stared at me from behind Lydia. I look towards Allison and Peter to see what was up, and luckily Allison chose to explain.

"Ah, right. This is Malia; Stiles and Peter met her a while ago. She hasn't been human for long, and she spends all her time with Peter in the forest, so interacting with people is probably her Achilles heel." Allison tries to explain, but he just makes me more confused.

"What do you mean she hasn't been human?" I ask.

While Peter mumbled sarcastically,

" Great job Allison, way to tell the hunter about the supernatural in our pack. "

Allison glared,

"Shut up, Peter. Anyway, she's like Peter, a shapeshifter. But she's pretty much in control, and she doesn't eat humans." Allison clarified.

"I can take down a human." Malia clarified.

"Yes, you can, hun, but you won't," Lydia said slowly as if talking to a baby.

Malia glared but didn't say anything.

Peter glared too, "She won't. But just know if you try anything, she's competent." Peter said, growling.

Lydia and Allison sighed.

I sighed as well; Stiles better hurry his ass up. I was not made to deal with sarcastic, angsty teens + one sarcastic, and moody adult.

10 minutes later….

Stiles POV:

I am in the front seat driving, and I pull down the windy road leading straight to Bobby's junkyard. I can't really surprise anyone because Peter and Maleeha have a super-powered hearing, but I guess there was really no need for a surprise when I've been gone for eight months. The moment I parked the car and stepped out, I was tackled to the floor by Peter, Lydia, Allison, and Malia. While my dad said hi to Bobby, I was trapped on the floor for at least 10 minutes before anyone wanted to move. I totally understood; I didn't want to let go of them either.

I just couldn't believe that I was back. I knew this whole time that I was already home. But even the fact that I ate food and that I took a bath and I cut my hair, and I saw my dad didn't exactly affect me the same as seeing my friends. Seeing my friends again really cemented the fact that I was back. That I was home, that I was safe, that I survived. Hugging them on the floor in a pile of bodies was like I was back to before we got involved in any of that leviathan crap.

It was just the feeling of being safe and at home and the feeling of the pack.

It was great.

Even after everyone got off me, I just laid on the ground staring up at my friends just in relief.

Relief that I was finally back.

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Notes:

So the reunions finally happened.

I have a plan for this story. This is the hurdle that I needed to get over before I could actually get into the actual book 6 storylines that I had written. So in the next few chapters is going to be a little bit more transitioning into where I want the story to be. And then or get back into the thick of it.

This book is mainly going to be focused on the supernatural timeline and just from the point of view of Stiles and the pack. So get ready for the Men of Letters and Angels and Demons and everything else that Supernatural brought to the table.

At the moment we're currently somewhere at the beginning of season 8 of Supernatural. If you wanted a timeline. It's probably somewhere in the middle of season 8 but before the men of letters thing. Abaddon's not here yet is what I'm saying.