#stiles001

[Stiles]

Stiles had gone back to his place to rest up after he talked with Liam. He was thinking about a lot of things, Irene’s words ringing in his mind as he heard that TJ would chose her over family. The fact that she was right really pissed him off.

[Nibs]

Nibs knew that Stiles would be back at his place and he walked inside after knocking on the door. “Hey, I heard about what happened. Misty told me all about it. Are you...are you okay?”

[Stiles]

“After everything he said, I think it is best that you leave. I don’t want any more trouble. I would like to live thank you very much.” He responds while grabbing a drink out of the fridge.

[Nibs]

“I just want to know what happened. What did Irene say to you...what could she possibly say to make TJ lash out the way he did?”

[Stiles]

“You can see for yourself.” Taking a cup he sliced his wrist and let the blood pour into it before healing over. “Here.” He responds before handing Nibs the blood that contained the memories of his conversations with Irene as well as the fight between him and TJ.

[Nibs]

Nibs took the glass and drank the blood. Images flashed through his mind as he saw everything. The fight between Irene, Riley, Hope and Zach and Stiles. The Irene and Stiles fight...TJ and Stiles...seeing that conversation with Irene though...the things she said about how TJ would always choose her. He knew it was just another Crystal and he knew that if he talked to TJ she wouldn’t listen because he knew that he never did when anyone told him things about Crystal on the mainland. He knew that this was something that TJ would have to figure out himself.

[Stiles]

“Don’t tell mom. I don’t want him to worry about me and besides. Dylan is back at the house now and you know he won’t let you anywhere near mom anyway.” Stiles explains before taking a seat. “I am really tired so I think I am going to take a nap. Did you need something else?”

[Nibs]

Dean opened the trunk of his car and grabbed everything that would be helpful against vampires; his Machete, dead man's blood, and a few other various weapons that he kept on him in case of an emergency. He let out a sigh as he shut the trunk and glanced towards the building that five vamps had decided to make a nest in; he thought they could have picked a nicer house but he understood that they probably thought the chances of them being noticed would be lower if they stayed in a ran down house.

He grabbed his cell phone out of his pocket and quickly sent a text to Stiles to let him know he was heading in. "What am I going to do with this kid?" he asked himself, shaking his head as he started to walk towards the vamp nest.

Once he reached the front door he pulled his Machete out of his jacket. The vamps already knew he was there; they probably smelt him awhile ago but were just waiting for him to make the first move. He pushed the unlocked door open with one swift movement and instantly made eye contact with one of the guards Stiles had mentioned. He smiled at the vamp - a woman who looked like she was turned in her young twenties - and took a step forward into the house. She was in front of him before he could even get near her but he had hunted way too many vampires to be surprised by their speed. He swung the machete straight at the neck of the female vampire and it cut her head right off. It didn't take long before the other vampire appeared in front of him as well - a male this time - and he swung the machete right away on reflex. He glanced at the two heads once before moving as fast as he could towards where he was hoping the kitchen would be.

He let out a sigh of relief when he spotted an old fridge in one of the door ways. He slipped into the room and spotted Stiles right away. The kid was sitting on an old wooden chair that looked like it would fall apart any second causing him to tumble onto the ground. He raised an eyebrow when Stiles looked over at him and motioned for the kid to get up and follow him so they could take care of the vamps and get out.

Dean: Please tell me you're still in the car.