WHISPER

Stiles Winchester sat in the driver’s seat of his powder blue Jeep that he had lovingly called Roscoe. It had been a gift from Noah Stilisnki, his guardian while he stayed in the town of Beacon Hills, when he had passed his driving test on his first try. Something that Stiles liked to tease his best friend, Scott McCall, about as the latino boy had failed at least twice before finally successfully passing. The Jeep had belonged to Noah’s wife, Claudia Stilinski, when she had still been alive and Noah knew how much Stiles loved the Jeep so he had kept it special for him for when he would finally get his driver’s license. Sure the Jeep was hold and its insides were mostly held together by duct tape, but it still ran and it still got him places and Stiles still loved the fuck out of this Jeep.

The day he had passed was probably the proudest day of his life besides the day his two older half brothers - Sam and Dean Winchester - taught him to handle a gun. A skill not most teenagers would have, but it was important for Stiles to know how to use any and all weapons. With the way things went bump in the night and constantly dealing with the supernatural on a daily basis, more so when Scott had been bitten and turned into a werewolf. Every day was something new with the town of Beacon Hills and Stiles felt like he aged five years in the one year that Scott had been a werewolf ( newly turned True Alpha ). Between dealing with a Kanima, an alpha pack, Peter Hale ( aka the same alpha that turned Scott in the first place ), a heartless hunter that tried to kill Scott and anything else with claws . . . Stiles was just tired.

It didn’t help that a thousand year demonic spirit was trapped inside of him for the rest of his life either. Stiles, Scott and Scott’s girlfriend, Allison Argent, had all sacrificed their lives to save Noah, Scott’s mom and Allison’s dad when they had been taken by Jennifer Blake, an evil Darach that caused way more chaos in the town of Beacon Hills than Stiles and the pack would have liked. Three innocents had lost their life along with Erica Reyes and Vernon Boyd, two wolves that Stiles and the pack were finally starting to get along with. Both of them had met their ends way too early and Stiles wished he could have saved them as well.

With Stiles being so weak after the sacrifice and a door being opened up in his mind, the evil spirit was able to worm his way right into Stiles’ mind and possess him. He had nearly killed all of his friends with the spirit inside of him and possessing him. Most of it is a blur if Stiles were honest as he had been in and out of consciousness while the Nogitsune - or Void as the pack started to call him - had been in control of his body. Eventually, Scott and Lydia were able to find a way to lock Void inside of Stiles and give Stiles full control of his own body and thoughts once again. However, Void was still there and became more of a nagging voice in his head than anything else with Void’s powers currently dormant. Stiles just needed to make sure he didn’t feel too dark of an emotion and he was golden.

Thankfully, Stiles didn’t typically experience dark emotions so Stiles was pretty sure he was okay.

Maybe.

However, the current problem at hand wasn’t the fact he had a thousand year old living rent free inside his head. No, that was probably the last thing he thought about currently as Derek Hale, the nephew to Peter and the same werewolf that also caused quite a few problems in the beginning for Stiles and the pack, came back from Mexico reverted into a fifteen year old kid again. Back to a time where he didn’t know his house that had been filled with the rest of his werewolf family had been burnt to the ground by a psychotic huntress, Kate Argent. How the guy had gone from a twenty-something year old to a fifteen year old was beyond his understanding. Hell, even Deaton, a Druid that also happened to be Scott’s boss at the animal clinic, could barely even explain it himself. Lydia Martin, a strawberry blonde girl that Stiles never expected to become friends with in his life, had offered to stay back at the animal clinic while the boys went home and slept a little bit. They had a very long and grueling mission of rescuing Derek from Mexico and with Deaton not being able to do anything until Derek woke up from the sleep he’d been put in, it only made sense for everyone to get some sleep.

As if Stiles ever slept to begin with as his sleeping schedule had been heavily screwed up ever since Scott had become a werewolf. Stiles was seriously over the supernatural at this point.

Puffing out his cheeks and raking his fingers through his fluffy brown hair, Stiles plucked the keys from the ignition and hopped out of the Jeep. He noticed that Noah’s sheriff cruiser wasn’t parked in the driveway and figured that the man was still at the sheriff’s station doing paperwork. Something that Stiles was slightly glad over since it was currently nearing one AM and Noah surely would have given Stiles a lecture on getting home so late. Especially with the new semester for school starting up again the next day. As if being late for his first day back was the biggest issue at the moment.

Pushing into the house, Stiles tossed his keys onto the small bowl on the table next to the front door and kicked the door shut behind him. He took two steps into the house before he heard the small creak of a floorboard from the living room down the hall. It was definitely not Noah and Stiles had literally just dropped Scott off at his own house for the night ( or day Stiles guessed since it was technically the next day ) and Malia Tate, the werecoyote and newest member of the pack, had been at home the second Stiles’ tires hit the pavement of Beacon Hills. His hunter skills had kicked into gear and he whipped out the gun that he always kept in the waistband of his jeans and could feel the cold metal of his silver knife pressing against his calf where it was strapped.

Stiles walked quietly and slowly through the foyer towards the living room as his mind tried to work out what could even be in his house. With it being Beacon Hills, any supernatural creature could have gotten into his house for a surprise attack. Thanks to his last name, Stiles wasn’t exactly unknown to any demon out there nor was he a stranger to half the listings of supernatural creatures. Most creatures so lovingly liked to mockingly call him Little Winchester as if he cared about being the youngest at just sixteen with Dean and Sam being closer to thirty. With hazel eyes scanning every inch around him, Stiles didn’t necessarily see anything out of the ordinary nor did the temperature in the room drop as if a spirit were in his house. So either the intruder was actually a human for once or this was something he was going to have to tackle by thinking quickly on his feet.

Though, Stiles was saved from thinking as a figure stepped out from the living room and his first instinct was to attack. With a grunt, Stiles grabbed the figure up by the front of their black t-shirt and shoved them up against the wall next to the archway of the living room. His hazel eyes met a pair of green ones that made his heart stutter and stop into his chest as he never thought he’d see them again. There in his grip was his eldest half-brother, Dean Winchester, looking like he hadn’t just been in Hell for the past four months. His skin was completely unmarred, there wasn’t blood caked all over him and there was light behind his eyes again. Unlike the night he had been torn to shreds by two Hellhounds when Dean’s one year contract with a demon to save Sam’s life had been up.

Stiles, Sam and Dean had all spent the whole year that Dean had after sacrificing his own soul to save Sam’s life after he had been stabbed in the spine to try and save Dean. They checked under every single stone they could to see if Dean could get out of his deal and actually survive, get his soul off the chopping block that would send him right down to Hell. Unfortunately as the Winchester luck would have it, the three brothers couldn’t save Dean in the end and it had been the longest four months of Stiles’ life after losing his big brother. Now, here he was again with his usual boyish smirk, twinkling green eyes, spattering of freckles that dotted along his nose and cheek bones and the same dusty brown hair that matched Stiles’ even though Dean’s was a lot less thick and shorter.

“Hello to you, too, Sti,” Dean’s deep voice echoed around the space, snapping Stiles out of his moment of shock. “I look good as hell, huh?”

Stiles growled and only pushed the person wearing his brother’s face more into the wall. There was no way that Dean stood before him right now. No way that any demon would have let a Winchester waltz out of Hell like it was nothing. All the demons wanted nothing but for every single Winchester to be down in Hell so they could stop taking all demons out like they were trash. It was no secret that Dean, Sam, Stiles and even their father, John WInchester, were really good and smart hunters. Hence why every single creature tried to outsmart them and it never ended well for said creature in the end.

“You’re not Dean. There’s no way!” Stiles snapped, hazel eyes growing dark in anger. “Now, tell me who the hell you are and why’re you in my house.”

Before the person wearing Dean’s face could respond, another set of feet rushed out into the hallway and Stiles froze again when he saw Bobby Singer. The man that had been like a father figure to Stiles besides Noah while John wasn’t around. He had looked out for Dean, Sam and Stiles as if the three boys were his own and Stiles hadn’t seen him since they lowered Dean into the ground four months ago and Sam dropped Stiles back off in Beacon Hills. He still looked the same with his brown beard, trucker hat that covered his brown hair and warm brown eyes.

“Stiles, that’s Dean!” Bobby rushed over and pulled Stiles back while Dean pushed off the wall, fixing up his clothes that got rumpled. “I already checked back in South Dakota, okay? It’s really him.”

Stiles blinked for a moment, his brain trying to comprehend what was being said to him. Dean was really here? He actually made it out of Hell? He . . . he was alive?

“It’s me, bud. I swear to God, it’s me,” Dean said softly now, holding his hands up to show Stiles he wasn’t going to hurt him. “I’m back. I’m alive.”

A broken whimper left Stiles’ mouth as his hazel eyes glazed over with tears as he realized that this wasn’t a trick of his mind. That Dean actually stood before him, alive and breathing. Tearing from Bobby’s grip, Stiles flung himself at Dean and brought his big brother into a tight hug, clinging onto him as if he’d lose him again if he let go. Dean’s hand came to Stiles’ back, slapping down onto it as he held his baby brother, whose tears began to soak into his army green jacket that rested over his shoulders.

“I missed you, too,” Dean chuckled, making Stiles realize just how much he really missed his older brother.

Stiles finally pulled away after a long moment and wiped under his eyes to rid himself of the tears that had fallen. He sniffled and stepped back to put a bit of space between him and Dean so Dean could have his own personal space back. “I — how is this possible? You . . . you just walked out of Hell?”

Dean grimaced slightly with a small shake of his head, a quiet scoff passing his lips. “Not exactly. I was more like dragged out and woke up in a pine box. I had to fight my way out of it and hot wired some random car to get to Bobby’s. Got left with this nice little present.” He removed his right jacket sleeve to reveal the green button up shirt beneath and rolled the sleeve up to reveal a massive handprint branded into Dean’s bicep. It looked like it should sting like a bitch and Stiles hissed as he felt the sympathetic pain for his brother. “Bobby and I are thinking that Sam had something to do with this. It’s why we’re here.”

“Well, I can assure you that Sam’s not here. He literally dropped me off here and then left. I haven’t heard from him since then,” Stiles responded, scratching the back of his neck as he sighed heavily. “You really think Sam sold his soul or something?”

“Whatever Sam did it was some serious jumbo,” Dean nodded, dropping his sleeve back down and shoving his arm back into his jacket sleeve again. “Bobby and I came to pick you up so you can come along. We tracked his phone so we know where he is.”

Stiles blinked in surprise, glancing between Dean and Bobby who both waited expectantly for him to have a reaction to what Dean was saying. “I — Dean, I have school in like . . . six hours. I can’t just drop everything.”

Dean raised his eyebrows, clearly not appreciating Stiles’ response. In the back of Stiles’ mind, he knew that Dean and Bobby would crack him down and get him to go with them. To ditch Beacon Hills again to work out what Sam had done. That didn’t mean that Stiles wouldn’t at least try to stay back here and help his friends with their weirdest case yet. “Stiles, I just came back from Hell, okay? I haven’t seen you in four months — which, by the way, in Hell it was like years down there — and I need you. You can go back to online like you did the last time when you tried to help me get out of my crossroads deal.”

Stiles was silent for a long moment as he thought of Dean’s words. It was true that he had missed Dean and he should be with him. He knew that Scott and the pack wouldn’t be the least bit angry with him if they found out why he would be leaving and his teachers would have no problems with him emailing all his work to them if he needed to thanks to his near perfect grade point average. Stiles just wished he could split himself up and help both Dean and the pack at the same time. Then again, Scott could always call him if he desperately needed him for something and Lydia was definitely a huge help to them as well. So it wouldn’t be like the pack would be totally useless without him physically there.

“Fine. Give me five minutes to pack my bag.”

A grin spread across Dean’s face and rocked back on his heels, happy to know that his brother had chosen him and Sam. He honestly thought he’d have to fight Stiles a little bit more to get him to agree to leave Beacon Hills and go with him to get Sam.

“The Winchesters are back, baby!”