CASSIE- Because Dean was in hell and he liked it. (YOU SEE WHAT I DID THERE?)

OKAY- NO. JUST NO. I WILL GET TO YOU. JUST- JUST NO.

WDD- Indeed.

Yugioh- Thank you. Ignore me yelling in a few moments.

Kitty- yes it is. Seeing as he's a werewolf-puppy-man. You're sadistic. Although that's been addressed I will readdress. Yes it is friend love. Dean does think something is going on. With Scott we have a "my mom does all our grocery shopping..." when Dean threatens him in the hall. Stiles is just too focused on Derek to realize Dean has the wrong idea. It'll be used as comfort for both parties, and no more for comic relief than in the show. Jokes, but nothing more really. And Dean trusts Chris as a hunter. He's heard he's a decent guy. Victoria he finds creepy. (who doesn't?) he doesn't know Kate anymore than he does Chris. Maybe they've worked a job, shared a foxhole, but he doesn't know or trust them as friends to any extent. Kate he knows is a snake and not to trust her even as a hunter. He wouldn't show his back to her. Gerard he's heard isn't the type of guy they associate with. His trust or lack there of is appropriate.

Okay... Now, I am deeply disappointed in you guys from results of this test...

Yes, I know I said it wouldn't affect your grade. WELL GUESS WHO'S GETTING GRADED...
It's not hard because everyone FAILED. Painfully. Big fat F's all around.
The only one who even TRIED, who put down ANYTHING was Okay! HE DOESN'T EVEN GO HERE! (Also see what I did there?)

Which brings me to the only person to have given any effort at this, EXCEPT HE DIDN'T. I have a fudging bone to pick with you now. SERPESSENCE... SERP-FUDGING-ESSENCE...
YOU COULD HAVE ANSWERED ALL THESE QUESTIONS JUST BY KNOWING THAT LITTLE FUDGING WORD.
AND WHAT DID YOU PUT? WHAT DID YOU FUDGING PUT?! SERPESSENCE...
I'M DONE WITH YOU SIR. Take your D- and go away.

As for the rest of you. Please just BS the answers next time. Google is your friend. No retakes.

ANSWERS:
a) Serpessence, by Misha Collins
b)Answer is on the Serpessence website(benefits page) "Serpessence is 100% pure olive oil with essence of orange and rosemary and 'intention of snake'."
c) Trick question. It's not an actual product for sale. If you click the purchase button it'll take you to GISHWHES site. (Later put in the Shwop.)
d) Snake oil was what Snake Oil Salesman would call their product. Snake Oil, they would say was a cure all elixir that were basically power shakes. They didn't cure anything; they were simply (often) good for your health. Like Ginger Ale is, or like Olive Oil. Anything in relation to snake oil now often refers to a con, or junk-science medicine. Sam references it in 7.17 Born-Again Identity "It's all Snake oil, Dean." in reference to faith healers. Although Serpessence makes no claims of being a Cure All it does say in the infomercial that it's literal "Snake oil" as in juiced snakes. Also it lists the many amazing health effects of using olive oil and of massage therapy. The title of last chapter "The Only Cure All" is Love. Shut up with your awwing! Obviously no one cares how much effort I put into these fudging titles...
Bonus #1: I would have accepted Misha's Twitter, his facebook, I'm sure it's been on Tumblr, or best answer? IN MY DREAMS. HE NEEDS TO SELL THIS...
Bonus #2: His secret is Serpessence. Using it for the oil for the hash browns. Or NOT LEAVING HALF THE FUDGING POTATOES RAW, EVERY FUDGING TIME if you've gone to Denny's... No instead I have to take them home and cook them myself...
Well, since I've bitched at you poor jerks for a page and a quarter, how about we get to the story?

"Hey, Sam, Do you think we could stop at the cemetery first?" Stiles tried to sound casual as he stared out the window, but he could feel Sam's eyes on him.

"Uh, yeah sure. You want to stop and get some flowers first?" Stiles shook his head, dreading Sam's cautious tone.

"There's a shop next to the Cemetery..." Scott put a hand on his shoulder and Stiles patted his hand, looking back to give a reassuring smile before returning to talk to Sam. "The owner gives me freebies at this point."

"Stiles, have you always had a dry kinda dark sense of humor, or should I be worried...?" Sam asked, masking his concern with a casual smile.

"Mostly yeah. The Dark part often involves death, danger, and mayhem. Or you know, assholes and my impending endless virginity. So yeah, it's fairly normal." Sam nodded, still worried about Stiles' mood but allowing him to cope as he pleased. "But I wasn't joking. I'm seriously pretty tight with the guy at this point. I've been going for a long time. Even before my dad died he gave me free flowers sometimes. He's a really nice older guy. Funny. Partially senile I think..."

"That's... Nice, Stiles..." They came up on a small flower shop just short of the cemetery. Stiles pointed to the small empty parking lot.

"You can just pull in there." Sam did so, pulling into a random space. Stiles hopped out as if at home. Scott and Sam Climbed out semi-casual-awkward, like one normally would when at a store. When they got through the door, Sam was shocked at what he saw. Death. Literally. Sympathetically smiling at Stiles, hand on his shoulder. Then Stiles says something witty and he laughs. And as Sam walks closer he can hear Death speak.

"Ah, Stiles, you so very much remind me of my grandson. I've never had a grandson you know? So, quite the treasure you are." In that posh voice, like Irish cream. Stiles smiled genuinely, wide meeting his eyes, and toothy, with a small giggle beneath it.

"Yeah, so you've said. But stop about me. How're you holding up? Shop doing well?" Death shrugged and turned (back) to some planted flowers.

"Death is business sadly." Death said without hesitation or feeling. "You're not here just to see little old me, I assume. What can I get you today, my boy?" Stiles shrugged.

"What do you have, boss?" Death turned his attention to Stiles again.

"Well, I've gotten a shipment of signet marigolds; I have an order of Calla Lilies a customer no longer wants; I was just out yesterday picking some buttercups, they always end up withering away on my counter; I just acquired a Oleander plant but I'd prefer to sell it as a plant rather than just a bouquet." Stiles thought on it a bit, but decided to just accept the buttercups, knowing the man would give him his flowers free and that the other options could make the old man quite a bit of money. But he didn't have a chance to voice his decision. "Oh, how could I forget? Never mind any of those. I came across something you'd love. It was growing right along the side of the building out in the shade. Come." Death seemed to finally note Sam's presence but just motioned for him and Scott to follow as well. Again when Sam entered Death was already talking with Stiles. "-weed so it's not much sought after, but it's very famous. It's a variation of Nightshade known as Bittersweet, Bittersweet Nightshade, or Blue Bindweed." Stiles cut in.

"It's harmful to werewolves isn't it...? Supposedly, you know if they exist. According to lore?" Death seemed careful not to shift his gaze to Sam or Scott.

"The only definitive affect it has on them, according to lore, is that they can not trespass against it. And that it's cousin 'Deadly Nightshade' or Atropa Belladonna, is said to be able to kill humans and werewolves alike with the digestion of a single leaf. This little lovely could only make you sick unless you ate a lot of it, although they're said to have the same protective qualities. It doesn't ward, it only keeps away those that mean harm, according to most lore. It is said to allow for communication with the dead, and is connected to the Greek messenger god Hermes, and is said to give protection from evil or ill will being a flower of the goddess of witchcraft Hecate... It also has medicinal properties, except for the berries- other than a purgative that is." Stiles was fascinated by both the explanation of the plant and the convenience of its discovery. "I transplanted a few of the plants, although no one will likely want them. I also snipped a few for you, figuring you'd like them to leave for your parents..." Stiles nodded and accepted the two branches, mindful of the beautiful flowers, still staring at one of the potted plants, now tied to a trellis.

"Thanks, but uh, would you mind if I bought the plant when we come back from the cemetery?" Death seemed to think about it, only for a moment, barely paying Sam a glance.

"No, of course not."

"That'll be like ten fifteen bucks, including the pot, right?" Death shook his head.

"It's a weed, the pot is cheap plastic, for me to charge you that much would be absurd." Stiles smiled.

"It seems fair to me, but hey, you can put the rest on my tab, huh?"Death shook his head, before nodding and shooing the boys out of the back room.

"Yes, yes, now go on. Quit dillydallying. Your father always hates it when you get held up with mindless conversations, now won't be any different. Say hello for me." Stiles patted Death's arm before heading for the door with Scott. Sam stayed in the shop.

"Uh, you two go on ahead. I'll catch up, I want to ask about those buttercups..." The boys left and Sam turned to Death and nodded awkwardly. "Hey, I guess... But um... What exactly are you doing here?"

"I've had this shop for years... This is the longest I've been up without serious business. Did you boys think I just sit in some corner until I was needed? I get bored too. I enjoy flowers. It's good business. I'm the one who should be asking about your presence." Sam nodded, conceding that the explanation did indeed make sense.

"Uh, Dean- and Cas, they moved into town just a week ago. They arranged to adopt Stiles after his father passed. I came to help them get settled, mostly to get out of the bunk- uh, house..." Death gave him a look.

"And how are your 'roommates'? Drive you mad yet?"

"You're aware of my living situation?" Death smirked at him.

"Aware? 'Satan's vessel living with the old Devil and the new Devil': I'm waiting for you to sell the film rights for a sitcom. Some reapers were making bets on how long you'd last." Sam sighed and rubbed his face.

"I don't suppose you know how to sedate archangels and demons...?" Death raised an eyebrow incredulously.

"I've never had the need. If I had to guess, I'd say roofie them with each others' blood, but that could have very negative side effects. With Lucifer, flirting would probably suitably disarm him, but that would most likely just egg Crowley on. I suggest just salting and putting angel warding sigils in your room whenever you need some alone time." Sam sighed, sounding annoyed.

"Oh, trust me, I have..." Death laughed.

"I'm sure the boys are waiting for you." Sam sighed but nodded and gestured to the buttercups. Death took them from their vase and made two bouquets, each with paper wraps tight around the stems.

"That's ten." Sam gave a stunned look.

"Dollars?! I thought you said no one would buy them!?" Death smirked.

"Because they're ten dollars..."

"That's obscene!"

"How else did you think I did well enough to allow freebies to my favorite clients?" Sam huffed angrily but took out his wallet and paid the man. When he came out the boys started walking just on the other side of the fence. The fence with, Sam discovered, a locked gate... He decided to just jump it, as he assumed the boys had and caught up, avoiding walking on any graves. Stiles accidentally bumped into a young kid (their age, Sam noted) that seemed to work there, not be visiting. Stiles turned, a gentle hand on the other kid's shoulder making sure he hadn't knocked the boy off balance.

"Sorry, uh..." Stiles snapped his fingers and pointed, wagging his finger. The universal sign of 'I'm so sorry, I know your name, I swear, just give me a second.'

"Isaac." Stiles gave a sheepish smile and patted his shoulder softly as Scott started pulling him backwards.

"Right, Sorry, man." Isaac nodded. Sam noted three things. A- He was pretty sure the kid was in a permanent state of not okay. Probably abuse Sam thought. B- The kid definitely checked out Scott. C- The kid was half used to Stiles' awkwardness, judging by how he shook his head once Stiles had turned away, implying Stiles probably had a reputation, either in the town or in his school. All fairly pointless observations. Except maybe the first.

"You know him?" Sam asked as they walked. Stiles shrugged kinda. "From here?" Stiles shook his head.

"Uh, no, school. He goes to school with us, I think. Seen him around." Scott rolled his eyes.

"Yes, he does go to school with us. Actually I'm pretty sure he's on the team." Stiles now rolled his eyes back at Scott's attitude. The way they argued, Sam wasn't surprised Dean was worried.

"Ya know, I'm pretty sure he was checking you out. I can get you his number if you want." Scott whipped his head to give Stiles a look.

"What!? NO! I like Allison! I don't want anyone else's number!" Stiles held his hands up jokingly in surrender, a smirk on his face.

"I'm just saying, if it doesn't work out, I'm here to point out your options." Scott huffed and crossed his arms, but speaking in a slight, dog-like, pining whine.

"I don't want options, I want Allison..." Stiles gave a small laugh, and threw an arm around Scott's shoulder.

"I know, buddy. I know." They got to the graves and Scott hung back, leaning against a tombstone. There was a medium sized, short, grave marker/tombstone where Stiles' mother was buried. Sam shamed himself for noting she wasn't cremated. Her grave marker was 1'x 8", raised a foot from behind but only a half in the front, presenting her name, life span, and an inscription that Sam was too used to being in a cemetery to think to read on a 10"x1' placard naturally made by its shape. Off the bottom right corner, slightly over where the grave would've been dug, was a granite slab, with a steel plaque bolted to it, and a safe built into it. Sam must have had a questioning look, because Stiles explained. "My Dad got cremated... He had wanted to be buried with my mom, So the force got the cemetery to agree to this and paid for it. I think he'd probably love it. You know, accept the being dead thing... And the fact that somebody keeps stealing their flowers." Stiles having said all the stones and remains he had wished to, led the two off, waiting for Sam to place his own bouquets down and tell the stones they raised a sweet kid, and that he'd be sure his brother didn't screw him up.

None noticed anyone watching them go from the tree line.