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Tuesday, Dean and Sam started by taking the day to look into Beacon Hills history in the crap they got from various sources on Monday. Sam made some stupid remark that he hoped the house was cheap because, wow. There was no lack of the supernatural here. Dean had called Chris and he said they'd lived there when they were younger, but had only just moved back from San Francisco.

A little research into the town and surrounding area's past, and Dean found a record of animal attacks. Mostly against animals, but always around full moons. There was one particular account of a human being attacked. A young girl. It wasn't an all-out mauling, as the girl was still recognizable, but according to the article she died too soon to receive medical attention due to some allergic reaction, probably combined with shock. Attacked in the woods, supposedly. Seemed sketchy, but the news article didn't have much more about it, so they'd have to look into it another time.

As for the aim of their search, the Hale estate wasn't lacking in information either. The Hale's were a prominent and powerful family in the Beacon Hills area for as far back in the records as Sam could find. Dean couldn't understand what exactly their business was. They were known as geniuses when it came to investing properly, and they'd helped build the entire town. But they had the business fingerprints of a mob. Threads tied everything in the town and in the area to the Hale estate with no distinct business belonging solely to them, until a few years ago, when almost the entire Hale family was murdered in a fire at their estate on the other side of town in the woods. Papers later mention that the police confirmed it was arson, but they could see it just looking at the article, and the pictures. Between how much and how hot the place seemed to burn, and the fact that no one was able to escape, it was obvious the place must have been drenched in some kind of accelerant. That made Dean doubt it had happened when the paper had said, when the surviving children of the matriarch, a Miss Talia Hale, were at school. The only way you were going to cover a house in gas like that was if you did it at night.

That still didn't explain how no one got out. No one had even died outside. Approximately 9 dead, 2 injured, and not one person made it out. It didn't make any sense. That is until Sam noticed an odd black almost circular pattern of black dirt or ash around the house in photos from the scene. Upon further examination, they found similar lines at doors and windows, as if they had been salted. They decided to ask Chris if there was any such similar routine whenever they got the chance to see him. They got up from their seats as Stiles came down the stairs, seemingly in a huff, nearly dinner time. "Hey kid. School alright?" Stiles gave a huff, fidgeting in an annoyed fashion.

"Yeah, school's fine. Uh, there's a game Saturday, if you guys want to go. I might not play, 'cause, ya know, I suck and what not, but hey in case everyone else gets brutally injured and I do have the misfortune of playing... and it's a great family bonding opportunity. Melissa might be going, although we don't know if Scott should play considering what happened at practice yesterday..." Dean tilted his head.

"Has he told his mom about it yet?" Sam furrowed his eyebrows and spoke up before Stiles could answer.

"Wait. What happened at practice yesterday?" Stiles got an oh shit kind of look and Dean narrowed his eyes on the boy.

"Stiles, what happened at practice yesterday?"

"Oh... Nothing..." Stiles tried to say casually, but Dean glared more and Stiles decided that was apparently the time to fold. "Just... Scott might have found out Allison's dad tried to kill him, and he may have panicked just a little, and in practice another kid might have been a bit rough, to fuck with him, and coach made him try the shot again, and... um... and you know Scott is such an overachiever and is just like starved for approval... um... Now, just pointing this out, I really think he wasn't trying to be any rougher than Jackson was with him, but... Scott kind of checked him and fucked up his shoulder." Dean gave a careful nod, but Stiles continues. "And... Now, I could stop there but for the sake of openness, I'm not... Uh, I took Scott into the locker room to make sure he was okay, and um... he wasn't for a moment, I think. He turned, just a little. But, but I sprayed him with a fire extinguisher and he was fine, and I doubt he was going to hurt me, he really seemed more like playful, um, but when you've got claws, being playfully predatorish really isn't safe, I know, and so we were thinking..." Dean felt a bit of rage, but he took a deep breath, settling that it was good that Stiles would tell them, and that if he responded with anger, it might discourage the boys coming to them with problems in the future. Dean nodded as Stiles trailed off.

"He shouldn't play until he can control his anger..." Sam said in both of their place. "We'll have to work on that then... Hopefully by the next one, he'll be able to, but you guys are right, there's no time to prepare now. He should talk to your guys' coach, see if he can get out of it this time." Dean nodded, agreeing with Sam, and Stiles nodded after.

"That's the game plan..." Stiles joked a tad bitterly before sighing. "Scott is trying to get Coach to let him out of it, but he might lose first line if he doesn't. He knows how important it is to sit out if he can't keep it together though... I suggested breaking his arm or something, but he didn't think it would work, but we're workin' on it." Dean shrugged, seeing why Scott disagreed.

"So, what's up with your social life? I mean, your actual social life, excluding family." Dean only realized as Stiles was about to answer, that he referred to Scott as Stiles' family. And Stiles didn't pay it mind. It was true that Scott was the closest thing to family Stiles had. Even them, as his adopted parents, had only known him a couple weeks. But Stiles being so comfortable with Scott being called family, Dean knew it spoke to how close they were before Scott was all Stiles had. How close their families must have been. Dean saw, Stiles' dad must have seen Scott as a second son, enough to probably call the kid family too. This of course didn't surprise Dean. He knew Scott and Stiles had known each other since kindergarten, and had been attached at the hip since. But it was just one of those moments where Dean got to look right into Stiles' past, and it made him happy when he saw he was doing things right. Like when Stiles would get that all too familiar look of fear when he thought Dean would get angry about something, and that look of relief Dean never had the chance to give; not until he met Bobby anyway. He knew Stiles loved his dad, and they'd patched things up, and he was a better man before he'd died, but that look was still there, and it put tears pushing at his eyelids to know he was could ever be to Stiles what Bobby was to him. Dean couldn't be Stiles' dad, but he could be like a father to him, and if he could be that, why would he ever want to be his dad? Stiles was slightly perky as he spoke.

"I got invited to Allison's for a sleepover tomorrow, and I know I'm grounded, but given it is Allison, and apparently you guys know her dad, I figured it wouldn't be a big deal. And Lydia's going to be there, she's actually the one who invited me, and she said she wanted to get to know me better, please, Dean, you can't be so heartless as to say no!" Dean crossed his arms.

"Okay few questions. First of all, You're going to a girl's slumber party? Not only that but your best friend's girlfriend's slumber party, who's father apparently shot at you not a week ago? He saw your car Stiles." Stiles gave a set of big doe eyes and shrugged.

"Right, so obviously I'd be stupid to try anything with anyone. And Allison is like you said Scott's girlfriend, so I especially won't try anything with her. And Lydia apparently told Mr. Argent I was dating Derek, so he probably thinks I'm gay, not bi." Knowing the feeling, Dean nodded. "And I figured I could maybe get a ride from one of you guys, or with Lydia, or walk, or something."

"And who is Lydia?" Stiles nodded.

"As Sam knows, Lydia, who my nightshade plant is named after, is a girl I have had a crush on since 3rd grade, who only just noticed me when I snuck out to go to her party, which again, I'm sorry, I'm stupid and I love you guys, please let me go, please." Dean nodded.

"What happened to you and Mr. Handsome Von Too-Old-For-You?" Stiles scoffed.

"Well, if all this stuff is about you checking Derek out you can put it back where you found it, I don't think that's going to work out." Sam's look of confusion matched his.

"What?" Dean said more than asked. But Sam genuinely seemed concerned.

"Why?" Stiles rolled his eyes and gave a very angry sigh.

"We had an argument." Sam sighed in relief and Dean rolled his eyes in disappointment. "What?" Dean shook his head with a smirk.

"Hey Sam, remember that time me a Cas had an argument?" Sam scoffed.

"The one where you called him a baby in a trench coat, or the one where he threatened to throw you back into hell?" Dean nodded. "Or that time you slept with his sister?"

"Hey, woah, that was- I can- it's- very, very complicated. Definitely not how it sounds. I don't even think Cas knew ab-" Cas called out from the kitchen, cutting Dean off.

"I did, and I do, Dean Winchester!" Dean's face gave the slightest hint of fear at how Cas used his full name.

"Sorry, babe!" Dean called back. When Cas called back they could hear the smirk in his voice.

"I don't know why you'd feel you need to apologize to me, it's your mother she tried to kill." Stiles gave a questioning look.

"That's a real low blow, angel." Dean called back, but didn't give a comeback.

"Love you too." Cas replied before going back to whatever he was doing. Stiles rolled his eyes and gave a sigh.

"The argument was because he got in an argument with Scott." Sam and Dean's expression were suddenly more serious.

"Oh." Stiles nodded.

"Oh is right. If the jerk is gonna be an ass to my friends, I'm not interested. Except maybe in kicking his ass." Stiles huffed, knowing as well as Sam and Dean (if not better) he didn't have the ability. Sam nodded trying to lighten the mood a bit.

"Kind of a 'if ya wanna be my lover you gotta get with my friends' kinda thing." Stiles shrugged a confirmation, nodding softly, but Dean objected loudly.

"Ah, no, hey, whoa. Can we not use that word?" Sam raised an eyebrow.

"... Lover?" Dean sneered at the word.

"Yeah, it's creepy and weird." Sam smirked.

"I've never heard you have any problem with it before." Dean grunted, considering going back to research. Even if Stiles and Derek were off for the time being, there was a lot of disturbing information getting turned up about the town. That and Dean wasn't convinced Stiles and Derek were done for good, and given what they were finding (none of which colored Dean anything close to pleased), they'd need to have a bit of a talk with this kid.

"Yeah, well when referencing my ward and his weird, creepy, ten years younger than me guy friend, I'm gonna reserve the right to call it a special occasion." Sam scoffed out a laugh, ignoring that Stiles phone had started to vibrate, indicating he was recieving a call.

"Wonder how many dads have said similar about you?" Sam said nodding to Stiles and the boy waved before hurrying off back upstairs.