WAAAAH, I'm back guys! Sorry for a bit of a wait on this, I've been wanting to get it up (ha) for like weeks now it feels like, but you know. Procrastination, mastication- wait, no, that's chewing, isn't it? What was I thinking of then? NO, NOT THAT, STOP IT. Well, I mean yeah, also both of those, but that's not what I meant. Hm… I don't know. We might never know. Moving on.

Mars: ! Don't worry about it, you know I love explaining stuff… and stuff. But lmao yeah, as far as Stiles knows these idiots just knocked the power out making out or something. He like never turns his computer off. I'd be annoyed too, Stiles. He's probably not going to be in a great mood after this chapter either. And oh, Mars, you think too well of me…. If I could ever focus on anything, I could rule the world.

WillDawg: Thanks, m' dude! Hugsies!

Bonus Notes I have felt compelled to make in the time it has taken to upload this:
1- Guess why my mother and I went off on a tangent about Inuyasha while I was getting ready to post this, and win a free story spoiler.
2- You won't BELIEVE how hard it was to find a movie title to parody that was a good/relevant enough title for this!
3- Yo, Shout out to the one person from the Netherlands who visited this story 87 times on the 12th. I am confused at your enthusiasm, but also incredibly appreciative. Are You Okay ?
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"What the-?" Dean muttered, standing up from his chair and promptly half-tripping over it in the dark of the pitch black bunker. "Ow- fucking-!" He sighed as Cas lit the room with- well, magic he assumed. Sure as hell wasn't a flashlight.

"Wow. You can't see in the dark at all, can you?" He said glibly, as Dean untangled his foot from the chair. Dean honestly could hardly tell whether it was grumpy sass, good natured sass, or serious.

"Cas… Our power just cut out on a beautiful summer afternoon…. Maybe not the time." Cas got up and followed him out to the main room of the basement. Dean headed for the power box, while Cas went towards the stairs, only stopping when he Dean didn't follow.

"Shouldn't we check on the others before worrying about the power?" No sass, nor annoyance. Apparently Cas was indeed not mad about anything. Good.

"Electric emergency lock.. Not getting through that door without heavy duty tools or a steady current going through the house." Dean explained as he flipped the breakers off then on again. Nothing happened. Except a knock on the door upstairs. A quick soft two knocks. Nothing else. Dean wasn't sure why it put him on edge but it made the dark and the silence… eerie in a way that made him feel like he was on a job. Cas went up the stairs. He wondered if Cas was feeling the same as him, or at the very least knew how he was feeling.

"Stiles?" He asked loud enough to hear through the door. The creepy silence lingered. "Lucifer? Crowley? Who's there?" Cas looked down at him a long moment as no one answered, and he in turn looked a bit more closely at the Breaker. He inspected every little thing he could think to, as Cas came back down. He couldn't find anything wrong with it to explain the outage. It must have been a town issue. Cas sighed as Dean took out his phone. "Please tell me you looked into this property before we bought it?"

"Of course we did. Did a check of the entire property too. I'm gonna call-" There was a louder pounding at the door that made them both jump, 3 knocks, Dean assumed Derek by the force.

"Guys, what the hell did you do down there?! The powers out!" Stiles asked. Dean nodded to Cas who walked back up the stairs.

"It wasn't our doing." Cas answered through the door. "Dean tried the breakers, nothing worked. If it doesn't kick back on, we'll hook up the generator down here." Dean stopped paying attention as he heard the phone ringing through. Thank goodness they made sure there was service down here.

"Hey. Dean. What's up?" Chris' voice came through calm and melodically as always.

"Hey, man." He said welcomingly in return. "Your power go out too? Any idea what happened?" Chris paused quietly though.

"No, everything's fine here, and we haven't noticed any other houses blacked out. But it could be a different grid, since you're a good bit farther out of town… Do you want me and Vick to drive out and see if we can help figure it out? She's pretty good with that kind of stuff." Dean shook his head.

"Nah, you don't have to. I'm just gonna get one of the generators up and running and check around, call the power company… You know." Chris laughed, forced, like he was a bit busy.

"Do I ever. Good luck, Dean. Let me know if you need anything." Dean nodded.

"You too, buddy. See ya." He sighed as he hung up. "It's just us apparently." He said to Cas, walking back over to the breaker box. "Babe, You wanna grab the generator for me while I get this ready?" Cas nodded, coming down and walking over to the emergency generator. As he set it down next the Dean at the breaker box, and Dean got to the last breaker he had to turn off, the basement one, of course, the lights above them came back on. At the same time a scream and then the dulled sound of glass breaking from up beyond the door. Before Dean could even react, Cas was at the door, and had it unlocked and open before Dean was all the way up the steps, not bothering with turning off the basement lights, or even flipping on the rest of the breakers. When Dean got through the door, Derek was holding Stiles as he nearly shook, face buried in Derek's shoulder, not seeming to do a lot of good at comforting him, seeming only slightly less shocked. Dean looked at the dining room as Cas tried to calm Stiles. There was glass all over the table. It looked like not only had the bulbs burst, the thin frosted glass fixtures surrounding them were shattered. On top of that a chair was pulled out from the table now, sitting surreally in front of the basement door.

"No! That fucking thing touched me! What the fuck was that, what just happened?!" Stiles seemed close hyperventilating now. He pointed at the chair like it was some kind of horrible beast. Dean figured it'd be best to move it back, try to make things normal. But it didn't budge. When he grabbed it, it felt ice cold, and stuck in place like a statue. He glanced to Stiles. Of course the poor kid had noticed. Shit. He tried to at least be discreet as he blowed out through his mouth. A puff of steam quickly dissipated, but didn't repeat with a second breathe, and the chair lifted as he tugged at it. He sighed, and put the chair back where it belonged ignoring the clattering of the glass on the floor as he did. Whatever had been here seemed to be gone now. Dean turned and closed the basement, locking it up just to be safe.

"Derek." He said as sensitively as he could in a firm voice. "Cas and I are going to check the perimeter and do a quick sweep of the house. You two should… get some fresh air, but stay in sight, understood?" Derek looked confused for a moment before seeming to figure out what he meant.

"Stiles, hey." Derek got his attention before taking him by the hand. "Come on." Was all he said leading him out around the other side of the table. Dean looked to Cas, just getting the same concerned look back.