"I already told you two what happened! Leave me alone so I can call the poli-"

"NO!" Stiles and Scott screamed, startling me. "You can't call the police." Stiles continued as I frowned in confusion.

"I just got threatened and assaulted by a murderer and you don't want me to call the police?!" I yelled as Stiles rolled his eyes.

"He's not a murderer!"

"His murder charges say otherwise, Stilinski!" I snapped as his eyes widened at me. Scott's eyes flickered between Stiles and I. "The police need to know what just happened. I'm not going to not tell them because he's your friend!" I continued as Scott snorted.

"He's not our friend." He grumbled and I chuckled.

"I don't doing that for a second." I said sarcastically as Stiles gasped, watching me start to walk away before Scott stopped me.

"Did he just... He just used sarcasm. Thats my thing." Stiles told Scott, who only ignored him.

"What did Derek say to you?" He asked in a low voice as I forced my eyes to roll.

"He told me— He told me I could have everything I ever wanted. Popularity... friends. Her hand me a few weeks to decide, whatever that means" If I was being honest with myself, I really did want to be popular and have friends. My trust issues just sucked.

But what I really wanted was just for my mom to get better.

Scott and Stiles shared terrified looks. "What?" I asked them, the two looking back at me. "Seriously what's up with you three?"

"You have to say no to what he wants you to do, Dean. Trust us." Scott told me, which o my made me raise a brow.

"Trust you? You won't let me call the police for my own safety!"

"Please just trust us. We're doing this to protect you from something much bigger." Stiles said as I scoffed.

"Why protect me? I don't even know you guys." I glared at the two brunettes in front of me, forcefully shrugging Scott's hand off of my bicep.

"And it'll stay that way if you stay away from Derek."

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Later that night

Jeremy sat up in his bed reading a children's book, mumbling the words under his breath as I sat by the window. It was almost a full moon.

"I'm done reading. Can you tell me a story now?" He asked, setting the book down on the nightstand. I turned to my little brother and smiled, nodding.

"Sure, Buddy." I walked over and sat on the end of the bed, propping one of my legs up and resting my arm on my knee.

"If there's empty spaces in your heart, they'll make you think it's wrong. Like having empty spaces, means you can never be strong. But I've learnt that all these spaces means there's room to grow. And the people that once filled them, were always meant to be let go. And all these empty spaces, create a sort of pull. That attract so many people you wouldn't meet if you were full."

"So if you're made of empty spaces, don't ever think it's wrong. Because maybe they're just empty until the right person comes along." I smiled warmly at my brother, who was now seated comfortably.

"How do you come up with these so fast?" Jeremy asked as I hummed quietly.

"You wanna know my secret?" I asked as he nodded quickly. "I memorize poems for you." I whispered with a smile as Jeremy grinned. "Time for bed, Jeremy."

I tucked him into his bed and started to walk out of his room.

" Dean?" Jeremy called out, bringing me back into his room. "Are you filled with empty spaces, too?" He asked as I paused for a moment. I let out a small sigh, nodding slowly.

"Yeah... I guess I am. You get some sleep now. I love you, Jeremy."

"Love you too, Dean." I shut Jeremy's door and walked back to my bedroom, where I did the same thing I did every night.

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I had fallen asleep in the chair, waking up when I heard a loud crash, followed by a hell of a lot of swearing.

I quickly blew out the candle that had almost melted away completely, grabbing the closest thing to a weapon I could find.

"I told you, man. Break whatever you want! The lady that lived here went to the hospital a few days ago no one is here!" I man spoke loudly as I slowly opened up the door. "I'm checking out this room, you get anything in the kitchen."

I saw two men split up as I peeked my head around the staircase. I turned my head to see Jeremy's room still closes, thankful he was still asleep.

Very slowly, I pulled out my phone and began dialing. "9-1-1 what's your emergency?"

"645 East Franklin Street. My house is being robbed." I whispered, looking back around the staircase.

"Are they armed?"

"I think I saw a gun. Or maybe it was a bag I'm not wearing my contacts and it's dark." I answered, my heart pounding in my chest.

"How many are there?"

"Two. Can you please hurry? My little brother is here I don't want him getting—"

I heard a loud scream.

And it was definitely Jeremy's

"JEREMY!" I dropped the phone and started running down the stairs as the man that walked into my moms room came out dragging Jeremy.

"Shit there's another! Michael get him!" Before I could even react, something smacked the back of my head and I was falling down.

The last thing I heard before passing out being Jeremy's screaming.

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I was woken up by someone violently shaking me. Everything quickly started to set back into my mind and I shot up. "Jeremy!" I yelled for his name several times before I ran out the door, seeing several squad cars surrounding my house.

And Stiles was sitting in one of them.

"Dean are you okay?" I turned around to see Sheriff Stilinski walk out of my house, he had been the one to wake me up.

"Am I o- OF COURSE IM NOT OKAY!" I bellowed, the anger and fear of losing my brother was starting to already kill me. "My brother was just kidnapped, my mom is in the hospital, I got assaulted yesterday and you wanna ask me if I'm okay?!"

"Wait wait wait— you were assaulted? Why didn't you call?" Stilinski asked as I scoffed.

"Well for one, three 9-1-1 calls in the span of a week is gonna sound like I'm screwing around. And two..."  I slowly turned to the sheriff's car and pointed at Stiles, who quickly sank down.

"Stiles was the one that assaulted you?" He was now finding it hard to believe.

"No. Stiles and Scott McCall didn't want me to call the cops because of who assaulted me." I glared at Stiles, who smiled and waved awkwardly.

"Well who assaulted you?" Sheriff Stilinski asked as I shook my head.

"That doesn't even matter anymore. I want you to find my brother." I ordered as Stilinski looked at me for a moment before grabbing his radio.

"207. Looking for a young boy by the name of Jeremiah Edric. 10 years old around 5'0. Brown hair and brown eyes. Kidnappers are armed and considered to be dangerous." I heard footsteps and turned back to see Stiles slowly walking up. "I told you to stay in the car." Sheriff Stilinski said as Stiles waved him off.

The Sheriff rolled his eyes at his son before walking away. "Was it Derek?" Stiles asked as I scoffed.

"No, it wasn't Derek. And if it was, I'd be kicking your ass right now. In fact I should, because I could have forced myself into a witness protection or some cop shit yesterday so this didn't happen!" I yelled as Stiles sighed.

"Look, I'm sorry your brother is missing, okay? But trust me, Scott and I will help." Stiles promised. I crossed my arms.

"Right. Because you were such a big help yesterday." I glared at him accusingly, watching Stiles drop his head.

"Trust me, you don't want to get Derek arrested. We've already tried that before and it didn't work."

"So what the hell does he want with me anyways? The last time I even talked to him was before my dad died. That was ten years ago." Stiles slowly turned back to the group of squad cars and sat down on the stairs.

"If I tell you, do you promise not to tell anyone else?"

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