Heeeeeeey, Rhi here, back at you guys with round two! You ready?

Mars: No worries, mate! I'm just glad anyone can reread my older chapters without cringing lol. It was in fact that person and everything is pretty much the same in this situation, except Derek's heightened involvement. And lmao, yes Jackson is my sweet sarcastic sunflower child. He just thinks Scott needs to chill a bit to be honest, he's trying to help really if you think about it… just by gently kicking Scott's butt at bowling. Fun easter egg for you: In this AU, Danny and Jackson mostly became friends on accident because Jackson always seems like he's flirting when in fact he's just a very friendly asshole. He's actually asexual/demisexual to a degree, he does enjoy fucking with people though.

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Stiles sighed as he sat in his car, staring at the messages that he'd sent throughout the day, sitting on his screen unanswered. He wanted Derek to take all the time he needed to think, but he also didn't want to go home to the interrogation that sure awaited him. Of course, he didn't think Derek had anything to do with the attack. But if he tried to convince Dean and Cas of that on nothing but his belief, not even having heard from him, he'd look like an idiot. He brought up the keyboard.

"I know you're probably fleeing town after what I said last night, but it'd be awesome if you could at least shoot me an 'I'm alive and didn't kill anyone, goodbye forever', for when I get home and Dean starts drilling me for info." He typed out and hit send, sulking at the screen. Surprisingly, his phone dinged a minute later.

"What?" The message read. Another quickly dinged before he could touch the screen.
"Stiles, no." Another dinged right after as he gripped his phone ready to tap the screen and answer.
"I wasn't avoiding you, I left my phone at home. It's fine." Stiles sighed in relief.

"Oh! Good. Sorry for blowing up your phone then…"

"Stiles, 3 texts, 1 asking if I'm okay, and another asking for my alibi isn't really blowing up my phone."
"You're heading home already?"

"Yeah, so that alibi would be much appreciated, as I'm sure Dean's having a minor conniption about this"

"Don't worry about that, I went to talk to him myself."
"Scott going with you? I'm supposed to come over to help figure out what's going on."

"No, Deaton needed him. He said he'd be over whenever he let him go."

"Oh, okay" Derek responded a second slower than expected.
"Sam asked me to come over to help out in case he can't remember, hmu when he's coming over"

"Again… 'Help'..."

"I've been very nice since that? And I've helped repeatedly."

"You are a very sweet, helpful person… And when it comes to 'helping' in the form of doing things I trust you entirely. It's the communicating specifically with Scott in a civilized and productive manner is what I'm worried about..."

"Do you know anyone else who's been dealing with this for 20 years?" Stiles scratched his head, typing out Derek's name with his other hand.
"Because if you do, I'm game." He elongated the one word text before sending it.

"Deeeeereeeeeek..."

"..."
"That's a no I take it?"
"Relax, believe it or not, I actually know what I'm doing for once."
"It's ultimately up to Scott if he wants my help or not. I'm not going to push him on it."
"Either way, text me if you want me to come over."

"Could you?" Stiles gnawed one of his nails nervously.

"Course. Now?"

"Yeah"
"Srry, I just really want to try and figure out as much as we can about what really happened."

"I don't need an excuse to visit you, Stiles. Seeing you is more than enough reason." Stiles smiled down at his phone, marveling at this sweet bastard he somehow found. His heart got warm and flitted in his chest like a bird at having someone actually want to see him. Or at least saying it. He jumped at the tap on his passenger side window. He was shocked to see Cas standing there, giving him a nod. He unlocked the door quickly, clicking his phone to standby as Cas climbed in.

"Hey. Thought the mob would be after you again?" He asked. Cas gave a perturbed eyebrow raise as he put on his seat belt.

"Yes, apparently they were all more concerned with the crime scene than discussing their projects for today, I managed to get out on time for once." Cas gave him a quick once over as they started out of the parking lot and towards home. "How was your day? Is Scott alright? Did you and your friends come up with plans for tomorrow?"

"Yeah, Scott's a little worse for wear, but hopefully he'll feel better once we figure out what happened. We're supposed to bowling, but if he kind of wants to cancel if we aren't sure it's safe." Cas gave what read as a sympathetic look.

"Why doesn't he think it'll be safe?"

"Well… He had a dream last night about the attack."

"Oh…" Cas nodded. "Does that have to do with why he seemed so upset this morning? I wanted to stop you two, but you seemed to be in a hurry."

"Yeah, it was just, the dream wasn't about the guy they found… It was about Allison. He was worried it was her…" Cas furrowed his brows.

"Allison as in the girl- or... young woman... he's interested in, yes? He had a dream about her?" Stiles just nodded, looking over, and quickly back to the road.

"Yeah. Why? That weird?" Cas shook his head and looked back out the window at the scenery.

"Sam knows more about the situation than me, he can explain better once we get home."