Hey, I'm sorry for making you guys wait, I should've put up a chapter from reserve, I have no excuse except the same ones you hear every time I'm late with an upload, so I'll just say thanks for the patience. I finally got 59 done, it took a bit longer because Reasons You've Heard A Dozen Times. But 57 is finally up, and I hope to get 60 done before 58 goes up, but if it takes a while I'll try to get it up before I finish.
Note: This chapter takes place at the same time as the last chapter with Stiles, Scott, Derek, Claire, and Ghost Sheriff Stilinski in the Jeep. They're out, that's why Dean and Cas are chilling together.
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Dean sighed and sipped his whiskey, trying to let the music he'd put on wash his worries out of his mind. He didn't know how Sam could sleep right now. When Cas came back down from their bedroom after changing, he found him staring solemnly out the front window at nothing.

"Dean," He called, coming to sit down with him. "What's wrong? Did you see something?" He paused a moment before answering.

"That's wrong…. That you still have to ask that. That we have to deal with this crap still…" He looked to Cas, with an almost fearful look of concern in his eyes. "I thought we were done with this bullshit…" Cas sighed.

"If that was true, we wouldn't have built the basement…"

"Yeah, but I wasn't expecting anything like this…" He tried not to look so sad, but he could hardly help it. "I didn't wanna pull Stiles into all this ridiculous crap that follows us everywhere we fucking go...I didn't wanna pull him into hunting and the supernatural at all." Cas put his arm around Dean.

"Sweetibee. Whatever's going on in this town seems to go back for years. It's not our fault, it's not following us, and for all we know, Stiles could've ended up involved either way. It's possible he might not be alive right now if not for our assistance…"

"I just-" Dean sighed, shook his head. "But what if next time, it is on us? What if he does get hurt? I just wish that didn't have to be a legitimate worry that I constantly have to have you know? Stiles is normal, he's 100% human. And he's stuck in the middle of all of this because of-"

"Not because of us, Dean… even if we weren't here, and he wasn't with Derek, and he didn't have Scott…" They both paused a moment trying to ignore the dread in the air carrying a sentiment between 'how dare you' and 'god forbid'. Cas sighed, the aura in the room furthering his point. "He still would have his dead father's ghost hanging around him, who'll likely eventually be a vengeful spirit." Dean sipped his drink.

"At least we won't have to worry about that… After we burn that bottle tomorrow, that should make him… pass on… whether he wants to or not…" They both jumped in shock as the music turned to prolonged shrieking as the record skipped and scratched, much less electronic and much more human-like than Dean was at all comfortable with. "HEY! Leave that the fuck alone, man, that's a good fucking record!"

The shrieking didn't stop until Dean took the vinyl off the player, sounding like the echoed disembodied screams of a woman.