HEY! Sorry this took a while. Had a hard time writing and posting because of the Review issue. I'm almost certain it is/was probably a bug with the site, because the same thing happened with Beacon For Trouble when I updated it (heads up to any of you who read that too), it's just still really disheartening and hard to write without any reviews. HOWEVER, I have been working on HAWOM content. I made a bunch of Extra stuff while working on the story, all of which you can check out on my tumblr. Here's the link to the tag, just replace -dot- with a period (BEWARE THERE ARE SPOILERS IN THE TAG AS I USE IT TO TALK ABOUT BACKSTORY AND PLANS AND STUFF): goo -dot- gl/zC9KDu
Note: I wanted to make Jacob black, but I wasn't sure about if I should, having one of the 2 black characters so far be a dead kid would be kinda fucked up, so I didn't mention it in chapter, but I decided I really like it for his character so we're doing it. Also Anna's latina, in case anyone doesn't pick up on that either. ALSO ROURKE LOSES HIS FUCKING SHIT THIS CHAPTER, HE'S NOT PLAYING AROUND AT ALL MY DUDES, HE'S STRAIGHT UP PISSED.

Kay, Enjoy the chapter guys, try to review!

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John followed Derek down to greet Scott, so Stiles could have a moment alone to change. He was pretty sure Claudia had gone to give Dean and Sam a hard time while they tried to get the fire going.

"Hey." Derek welcomed as he opened the door before Scott could even knock. Scott stepped in, nodding a bit awkwardly.

"Hey… So, did you bring the bottle or...?" Scott asked. John assumed he couldn't think of anything else to make conversation about.

"Yeah, I was just about to grab it from the car... Are you... ready, Scott? Um, Stiles mentioned you were close with his dad…" Derek seemed like he wanted to add something. John had no clue what. Maybe "I just wanted to see if you were doing okay" or something like that. If so he could see why Derek didn't include it. It was a bit awkward and clunky, and probably wouldn't sound very sincere considered the two weren't particularly fond of each other.

"I'm... alright, I guess? I mean it's really sad, but if he's just going to slowly lose his mind, like Sam said, we should do whatever we can to help him move on…" Scott answered, sulking tone betraying him. Derek took him at his word though, and nodded.

"Right. I'll be back in a second." John decided to stay with Scott as Derek hurried out, not wanting to play musical doors more than he had to. Scott seemed to want to say something as the two of them stood there. He sent vibes out toward him as if he could feel him there, guilty and mourning. John tried to send back some kind of comforting energy. He had no idea if it worked. He honestly had no idea how any of this worked. Claudia seemed to have a better grasp and understanding of all of this, as he'd expect, but she had always been tight lipped about…. Weird shit. But soon Derek was back, and Stiles' footsteps were rapidly approaching the stairs, so thankfully they didn't have to dwell on it too long. However by the time Stiles had even just reached the landing, Scott was groaning uncomfortably and stepping backwards as Stiles approached, grabbing his nose.

"Oh, god! You reek of blood! Is it gonna be that bad when my mom-?!" Scott whined frantically. Derek rolled his eyes.

"Shut. Up." He demanded, interrupting Scott.

"It's horrible!" Scott continued anyway. Stiles seemed uncomfortable, but both ignored him for now.

"She's an Alpha, Scott. Of course the smell is more pungent. You're 16, I can't believe you're freaking out about this."

"Do I really smell that bad?" Stiles said, seeming a bit relieved they were talking about Claire's smell rather than… his.

"More bad, it's so fucking bad, I don't even want to be near you…" Scott insisted. Derek elbowed him roughly in the ribs.

"Why didn't you tell me? I could've showered again." Stiles asked embarrassedly, looking at Derek.

"I have two sisters, and my mom was alpha before my sister. It's not a big deal, Scott's just being a baby about it."

"It's my first time smelling period blood in Hi-Def and surround sound, sue me!" Scott argued. Stiles rolled his eyes, apparently taking Derek's comfort to heart instead of Scott's complaining.

"Well at least now, when your mom gets hers it won't be anything compared to this." Stiles said cheerfully. "Now are we gonna lay my dad to rest- New Grandpa Bless Him- or are we gonna keep arguing about…. This?" Scott shuffled his feet a bit.

"Yeah…." He muttered, looking a bit guilty. "Sorry."

"It's fine, Scotty, I'm fine, just wanna get it over with…" Stiles reassured like he often did when he made Scott feel bad- intentional, deserved, or neither. "Let's go." He implored, slipping away before either of them could confront him about his obvious nervousness. The two conspired for just a moment to give each other a worried look before following him out to the backyard. Claudia was laughing as Dean was getting frustrated with the fire, or lack thereof. Jacob seemed to find it almost as funny as she did, helping a bit with keeping it from lighting. Annalise watched them with a strained smile, trying to take the whole thing as lightly as they were, but obviously not succeeding. Rourke didn't seem very concerned for John's fate, or too amused by the pranks, choosing to take a nap in the grass rather than bother having anything to do with the entire affair. Both he and Annalise had been cremated, unlike her however, Rourke claimed he was sure Claudia was right and "these idiots don't know the fuck they're talking about", because he didn't have anything that would've resulted in an attachment. Annalise was a 15 year old girl, and she's died almost 10 years ago. She hardly remembered being alive, so of course she had things she could've been attached to, but she couldn't for the life of her imagine what it would be, or if her parents would still have it. John nodded to his wife.

"Clau, let's get this over with." He sighed nervously. Claudia shrugged, and the fire flared suddenly, making Dean fall back to avoid it's heat. Only Claudia laughed at that one. Jacob's hands flew over his mouth in shock.

"Stooop!" He whined at Claudia, stomping his little foot, making the ground and the fire pit shake, just slightly."You're gonna get us in trouble!" Claudia kept laughing but nodded.

"Right! Really, really, you're right, Jake, I'll behave…" She finally got control of her giggles, as Derek handed the bottle to Stiles, whispering in his ear, John assumed consoling him, though they soon heard what was being said as Stiles did.

"I know this is hard… We're here for you, Stiles." Derek kissed Stiles' cheek before moving a bit away, though keeping an arm around him.

"If you've got anything to say, now's the time…" Sam reminded, voice as sympathetic as the pitying look he was giving. Stiles nodded, gripping the bottle tight, in a way that hurt John in his heart.

"Well, if he's been around all this time, he's…. He's heard it all…. Sorry for dragging you around even longer… I hope you move on alright…. And I hope you find mom…. And I hope you guys can be together and happy…." That made Claudia smile in a way that John couldn't bring himself to right now.

"We already are, baby…." Claudia cooed softly, warmly. Lucifer glanced to her in recognition, before looking back to the fire, as Stiles tossed the bottle in, hesitating just a second. John closed his eyes. Once he had he was afraid to open them. How would he know if he'd passed, how long would it take? As long as he stood there, nothing felt different. "See? I told you guys." He heard his wife's voice say, and he let out a sigh of relief he didn't know he was holding, opening his eyes and looking around at everyone.

"Did it work?" Stiles asked his hunter guardians. Dean looked to Cas, who also didn't seem sure. Dean shrugged.

"Usually something happens, but sometimes it doesn't… We'll see eventually." He said, sounding disappointed that he couldn't give Stiles a straight answer. John sighed before turning to Lucifer.

"Tell them we're here…" Claudia gave him a surprised look.

"About all of us? Are you sure?"

"What's it going to hurt now? We know they can't get rid of us. He deserves to know. At least that we're here, and all we want is to protect him, so he doesn't have to be worried for us, be afraid of us… We have to stop hiding these things from him eventually, Clau…" He explained insistently. Claudia sighed.

"Is everyone okay with that…?" Lucifer asked under his breath, earning questioning looks from the other living, besides Crowley, who could also see them. Jacob and Annalise looked to each other, nodded. Rourke sighed.

"Fine!" He called, not bothering to move from where he was.

"Luc, who you talking to?" Dean asked suspectingly.

"All of them. They want me to tell you they're here." Lucifer answered seeming tense.

"You can see them? And you didn't think to tell us?" Sam asked, not sounding mad, thank goodness. John assumed Lucifer would never forgive them if he ended up in the dog house because of this.

"They worried you might get rid of them if it came out they were there. Since it seems that's not a concern, they're figuring it's best to be up front." Crowley explained, taking some of the blame for Lucifer.

"You can see them?" Cas asked, almost offended.

"King of Hell, former King of the Crossroads." Crowley answered, rolling his eyes. "If I wasn't well trained to see human spirits, I'd be shit at my job, wouldn't I, Sparkles?"

"Wait." Stiles demanded, shaking his head in confusion. "Who's 'all of them'? Who all's here?" Lucifer looked John in the eyes, making sure he was sure about this. John nodded.

"Your dad's there. Your mother was the one messing with with the fire-"

"What the fuck? Dick move, lady!" Dean barked in an offended voice.

"Shh!" Stiles shushed Dean loudly, not bothering to reprimand Dean for the insult. To be fair it was a dick move, and most everyone who knew Clau expected as much from her. Claudia actually gave a bit of a chuckle. Stiles though was quick to turn his attentive eyes and ears back to Lucifer. "Who else?" Lucifer nodded looking to the others.

"There's a young boy, named Jacob. He seems nice though a bit rambunctious-"

"What does he look like?" Stiles snapped, not angry or anything of the sort, but insistent.

"He looks about 7 years old, he's wearing a green t-ball shirt, tan cargo shorts...-"

"And?" Stiles insisted frantically, assuming there was more. Jacob gave a solemn almost guilty look. The kid would've been an adult by now, he was a lot more mature than any of them gave him credit for.

"And, there's a lump in his neck... from broken, misaligned vertebrae…. Then there's the girl, the one Claire saw last night…"

"What does she look like…" Stiles not quite "asked". It became more of a demand, as he became more and more distressed with the situation, but Lucifer didn't seem to hold it against him.

"She's around your age, long auburn brown hair, wearing jeans and a grey hoodie, her clothes are ripped all over and bloody from wounds and broken bones…" Lucifer looked to Anna. "On one side of her face her jaw bone and teeth are visible, and she has a hard time speaking, but the others call her Anna." The rest of the group seemed as tense Scott and Stiles seemed to be the only one's who knew exactly what all this referred to. Derek cut in, explaining to the others what little he might know.

"Anna Barros…? She was in my grade, she died in a car accident when we were in middle school. It was all over the news when it happened..."

"It wasn't a 'car accident'..." Stiles corrected dully, voice hoarse from the lump in his throat. "She got ran over, some asshole going 50 in a 35… Her hood caught on the broken muffler, dragged her 25 feet down the road... Took her 11 minutes and 35 seconds for her to succumb to her injuries, 14 for the ambulance to get there…" They all looked at him. John put his hand on his son's shoulder.

"It wasn't your fault, Stiles…" Anna croaked sympathetically.

"She was my babysitter…" Stiles explained, almost as if he had heard her. "We were walking to the mexican place on 3rd, because I didn't want to eat grilled cheese again… I didn't look before crossing…" Everyone was quiet. Scott touched his hand to Stiles', but Stiles didn't take it.

"She says it wasn't your fault…" Lucifer offered, as comfortingly as he probably could. Stiles didn't respond with anything more than the shake of his head.

"Is there another?" Stiles asked, mostly to change the subject.

"Another officer," Lucifer nodded looking over at Rourke. "Short brown hair, wearing a uniform like your dad's, but the jacket's brown instead of green. Name is apparently Jim Rourke. No visible injuries. Swears a lot, kind of annoying, apparently, and he doesn't like him," Lucifer gestured to Derek. "So, so far he's my favorite after your mother." Rourke scoffed, still not moving from his spot.

"Thanks! I always knew the devil would like me."

"Wait, me? Why wouldn't he like me? What did I do?" Derek asked, seeming to take offense.

"Oh, do you wanna fucking LIST?" Rourke yelled suddenly, as he finally sat up. "Firstly, your mother was a cunt, tried to get me fired THREE FUCKIN' TIMES for ticketing your pretentious snobby ass crazy 'Wrong Turn' hellspawn family!" Anna covered Jacob's ears, as Rourke got up and started pacing over to where everyone else had been. "How hard is it to not park in front of a fucking fire hydrant? Or in a fire lane? Or disability parking when you're not fucking disabled?!" Rourke ranted, coming over to direct his complaints toward Derek, standing in front of him, even though he obviously couldn't hear or see him. However Jim did keep the presence of mind enough not to get too close to Derek. Jim probably thought John would assume Jim might get physical if he got to close when he was so worked up. Not to mention Juliet was attentively growling like rumbling thunder, watching Jim like a hawk. "Not to mention all the times you fucking gave me shit for telling you and your shitty little douchebag fucking friends not to loiter in the halls after school?! Just because you own the town does not mean you can use public property as a fucking clubhouse! I got suspended without pay for TWO FUCKNG WEEKS, because of your shitty little 'he's got a vendetta against us' complaint! Went back, got put on bullshit woods patrol, and now HERE I AM! Dead as a fuckin' door stop! And now you wanna walk into town with your leather jacket and your shiny little car, and your 'I went to harvard' attitude, and fuck around with the kid I'm playin' guardian fuckin' angel for, and I've gotta keep your ass from getting shot in the face when you're an asshole to some other rich fucking douchebag who already tried to kill you?! Fuck you and your 'what did I do' shit, you're a fucking asshole, and you've always been a fucking asshole, and 90% of your family were fucking assholes too, that's what you fucking did!" Lucifer blinked a few times, before turning to Derek.

"That entire time was him yelling. You really want me to repeat all that right now?"

"Please FUCKING DO!" Rourke yelled, finally walking away again, putting everyone who could see him a bit more at ease. Derek gaped at Lucifer in pure confusion.

"I literally haven't been in this town since I was a teenager, how much shit can this guy seriously holding a grudge for?"

"I'M DEAD, BITCH, I'LL BE PETTY IF- I- FUCKING- WANT TO." Rourke yelled back, again at Derek. Lucifer gave a small snort of choked laughter.

"He said, 'I'm dead, bitch, I'll be petty if I fucking want to.'... I love it, he's great." Rourke dramatically bowed in thanks before falling back onto the grass to continue his relaxation. Stiles gave Derek a comforting nudge as Cas shook his head.

"We'll talk about it later... You three should - erm, four, sorry Juliet- should get going before you're late." Cas suggested, and Dean nodded in agreement.

"You guys are staying for dinner when you get back, yeah?"

"I told you already, Dean, we don't know for sure. Maybe." Stiles grumbled, tiredly. John kicked at a weed in the grass. Stiles didn't deserve this kind of stress. Scott shrugged.

"Well mom's working the night shift, so I'll probably stay over if it's alright."

"Of course, Scott." Cas smiled, patting Scott on the shoulder as he made his way back toward the house. "You're always welcome here." Scott looked to Stiles with his big puppy dog eyes as Cas left back to the house, and Dean put the cover over the fire to slowly suffocate it. Stiles shook his head, dismissing Scott's concern as he wrapped an arm around Scott's neck and pulled him close. Stiles always tried so hard to not let Scott see him suffering. John worried it wasn't healthy, but what could he say? Especially now.

"Maybe, if you stop stealing the covers…" Stiles muttered with a half hearted smile.