There was something seriously wrong with that drink.

"Scott— Scott I'm seeing things I shouldn't be seeing right now." I panicked, looking around as I saw absolutely nothing but Jeremy's dead body. We were currently standing in the driveway of Lydia's house, that party was still going on. I held my head in pain as I continued to look around. "Jesus it feels like my head is about to explode!"

"Okay calm down, let's just um... Stiles do you have any water?" Scott asked as I was still looking around.

"I can't see— I can't see Stiles. Where's he go?" I asked as I looked at where Stiles had just been. Scott furrowed his brows together, looking over at Stiles then back at me.

"He's still right there, Dean." I shook my head, reaching out and grabbing Stiles by the shoulders. I could feel him, but I couldn't see him at all.

"I'm literally grabbing air right now." I muttered as Stiles looked at Scott.

"What about your other eyes?" Scott suggested. I looked over at him in confusion, seeing him shrug. "See if your other eyes can still see him."

I looked back over to Stiles, who had been rigid the entire time as I shifted my eyes to their unnatural golden color, letting out a small sigh of relief  as I looked at Stiles.

"You know, that really suits you." Stiles complimented and I smiled.

"I'd say black and red suits you, but it's very dark outside and I cannot actually see your features very well."

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Something felt off about today.

It wasn't the fact that yesterday I was practically poisoned and should have known the flower in my cup was wolfsbane, but something was simply... alive.

And I don't think that the thing that's as alive should be alive.

"Hey, are you getting a bad vibe today? Because I'm getting a bad vibe and I really think we should be careful." I told Stiles as he frowned, shaking his head.

"No. I haven't really felt anything off. Are you okay?" He asked as I smiled and scoffed.

"Yeah. Yeah I mean... I'm fine but maybe the world isn't. Or maybe just Beacon Hills. Because a lot of things seem to go wrong in this place." I walked with Stiles into the high school.

"Hey, Dean?" Stiles spoke up and I turned to him, raising a brow. "What did— what did you see last night? When you drank the spiked punch?" I paused for a moment and looked around, maybe hoping someone would call me over so I didn't have to tell him. "You know you can tell me, right? I'm not going to say anything."

"I know I just— Maybe in a few days? I have to get over it first." I said with a small smile as Stiles nodded.

"Yeah. Yeah of course... take as long as you need." Stiles gave me a light-hearted smile and I nodded, walking into my class and leaving him outside.

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"You just have to trust us, Mr. Stilinski. We know it's Matt. It's not Mr. Harris." I said as Stiles, Scott and I stood in front of the former Sheriff in Stiles' house, who looked less than happy to be bearing us.

"It's hard to explain how we know, but... we just know."  Scott added as Stiles and I nodded.

"Yeah, he took Harris's car, okay? Look, he knew that if a cop found tire tracks at one of the murders, and that if enough of the victims were in Harris's class, that they'd arrest him." Stiles said as his dad gave him an unsure look. I sighed and dropped my hands to my side.

"All right, fine. I'll allow the remote possibility, but give me a motive. I mean, why would this kid want most of the 2006 swim team and its coach dead?" He asked as Stiles scoffed, flailing his hands in the air.

"Isn't it obvious? The swim team freaking sucks!" He yelled, and I shrugged my shoulders.

"He's right, but we don't exactly have a motive on why." I smiled light-heartedly as Noah frowned.

"Well what do you want me to do?" He asked, Scott turning to Stiles and I like we had a plan.

"Get the evidence." Stiles answered quickly and we all looked at him.

"That would be in the station... where I no longer work."

"Trust me, they'll let you in." Stiles smiled as his dad gave him an unsure look.

"Trust you?" He said, raising a brow as his son stammered.

"Um... Trust Scott?" Stiles smiled sheepishly as Noah and Scott shared a look before the Sheriff looked at me.

"I trust Dean more than you two." I turned to Stiles and gave him a wide smile like I had won the lottery, which made him frown.

"Kinda hurts, but understandable." Stiles mumbled as Noah sighed, standing up.

"Alright. I guess we got a long night ahead of us."

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A/N: sorry for the short chapter and not updating like usual, I started my job a few days ago and I've been really busy with school and that! I promise I'll try and make it. Up soon