"What if when Jackson's a Kanima... it's like when Lydia went missing?" I asked as we all stood around in a circle. Allison furrowed her brows, staring at the ground as she thought ling and hard.

"Like.. a fugue state?" She questioned as I nodded. "He wouldn't remember being controlled."

"Or cleaning up the mess. Deleting the video." Scott stated.

"Are you sure Jackson has no clue about any of this?" Allison asked as I shrugged.

"He thinks he's still becoming a werewolf and that being with Lydia somehow delayed the whole thing." Stiles said as I sighed, wiping my face as my mind raced.

"So... what? We try and— We try and convince him he's not? That he's not a werewolf but in fact a lizard walking around on all fours like a dog killing people?" I asked, shrugging my shoulders.

"Do you think he'll talk to us after what we did?" Allison asked as I huffed.

"He'll get over it."

𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎

"You will not go within 50 feet of Jackson Whittemore. You will not speak to him. You will not approach him. You will not assault or harass him physically or psychologically." Sheriff Stilinski ordered as he read through the restraining order Jackson out on us. I sighed quietly, rubbing my temple as I sat next to Stiles.

"What about school?" Stiles questioned.

"Try to maintain a 50-foot distance." His dad said as I sucked on the inside of my cheek, rubbing my hands together.

"Bu - okay, what if we both have to use the bathroom at the same time and there's only two stalls available and they're only right next to each other?" I slowly turned to face Stiles, my eye twitching at the dumb question. He turned to me, sucking in a tight breath. "I'll just hold it."

"It was just supposed to be a joke, Mr. Stilinski." I said as he turned to give me a "what did you call me?" Look. I looked away from a moment, wiping my nose. "Sheriff Stilinski." I corrected myself.

"A joke?"

"Yes, I didn't think it would be taken this seriously. Dad, humor's very subjective, okay? I mean, we're talking, like, multiple levels of interpretation here." Stiles said with a soft smile.

"Okay, well, how exactly am I supposed to interpret the stolen prison transport van?" His dad crossed his arms. "Do you understand how lucky we are that they didn't press charges?"

"We filled the tank!" Stiles and I said in unison as his dad raised a hand to silence us.

𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎

Stiles and I walked out of the room as Melissa started going off about grounding Scott, which was definitely better than what my parents would have done if they were... alive. But I was currently jumping between Scott and Stiles' homes so that was that. And occasionally Derek's.

Though now that I think about it, I haven't seen Derek in a while.

"Then...." Melissa slowly turned to Stiles and I. "No Stiles and Dean."

"What— no Stiles and Dean?" Stiles asked as Melissa raised a finger up.

"NO STILES AND DEAN!" She yelled, startling the three of us. I leaned towards Stiles, whispering in his ear.

"I guess I'm staying with you for a little bit." I smirked, smelling the sudden nervousness seep out of him.

Melissa snagged Scott's car keys and walked out, her son watching her leave. "I'm the worst son ever."

"Well I'm not exactly a winning prize either..." Stiles muttered as I flailed my hands up.

"Both of you are bad kids, so what? Everyone has their rebellious stage. Cry about it when it matters." I said as they both frowned at me. "C'mon. We have to meet Allison at the library."

𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎

"This is everything Lydia could translate and trust me... she was very confused." Allison slid a tablet between the shelves, to which I snagged before Scott could and looked down at it closely.

"What did you tell her?" Scott asked as Allison chuckled.

"That we were apart of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures..." stiles paused, slowly turning his head to Allison.

"I am apart of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures." He whispered as we all turned to him awkwardly.

"I did some research when we were getting that restraining order done... people call the Kanima a weapon of vengeance." I mumbled as Allison nodded.

"There's a story in there about this South American priest who uses the kanima to execute murderers in his village." She said as Stiles smirked.

"All right so it's not that bad—"

"Until the bond grew so close that it killed whoever he wanted." She continued as Stiles' smirk dropped. "And here's the thing... the Kanima can be turned into a werewolf if it—"

"Resolves that in it's past which manifested it." I cut in as Allison pursed her lips and smiled, nodding.

"What?" Scott asked in confusion as I sighed.

"Jackson became a Kanima because of his past actions and who he is. If he can become... better then he will turn into a werewolf." I said as Stiles grabbed my shoulder and shook it softly.

"Great. If you could just told us Jackson needed 150 hours of therapy, then we would have not gotten a damn restraining order." He frowned as I hummed.

"What if it has something to do with his real parents?" Scott suggested as I shrugged.

"It's possible. But... who would know about that?" I asked, my face immediately showing that I knew who it could be, Allison and I sharing the same look.

"Lydia." We said in unison as Allison cleared her throat. "Well, he doesn't have a restraining order against me, so - I'll talk to him myself."

𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎

"Lydia come on I really just need to know about— JESUS CHRIST!!" I yelled, stumbling back as Erica popped up out of no where, a smirk on her face.

"Hey Dean. It's been a bit." She said as I held my hand to my chest, heart pounding in my ears. "Why were you asking Lydia about Jackson's birth parents?"

"Does it matter to you?" I said, standing up slowly and dusting myself off. Erica hummed.

"Well, If you're wondering about Jackson's real parents, they're about half a mile from here. In Beacon Hills cemetery." She clicked her tongue as I huffed, brushing her hand off of my shoulder.

"Touch me again and I'll give the red head over there a new fur coat." I threatened as Erica pouted.

"C'mon, we used to be such good friends." Erica took a step forward as I scoffed.

"Yeah, that was until you became a bitch. Now do you know how they died?" I asked as Erica eyed me up and down, shrugging.

"Maybe. If you tell me why you're so interested." She said as I clenched my jaw, my hands coiling into fists. "It's him, isn't it?" She asked, our eyes meeting. Hers of lust, and mine of curiosity and anger.

"The test didn't work. But it's still him. It's Jackson."

"You can't tell Derek, Erica." I whispered as she frowned. "This goes way beyond Jackson being the Kanima. And it doesn't give you the right to beat him up about it."

"Why not? That's all people ever did to me." I scoffed and shrugged her off again, starting to walk away. "Y'know... I used to have the worst crush in the world on you and Stiles." Erica started as I paused, slowly turning to her. "And neither of you ever noticed me the way I wanted you to. And here you two are now, still ignoring me!"

"Do you honestly think that I care right now, Erica? Do you really think I care about how you feel towards me? Because I don't. What I do care about right now is fixing the guy that killed my brother SO I DON'T KILL HIM!" I snapped, my hands making gestures with every word I spoke.

"I have tried... so god damn hard to not snap his neck. Do you know how hard it is... to force yourself to not put the guy that killed your best friend in the hospital? To—to watch as your friends try and help him when all you want to do is watch him suffer?" Hot tears started to fill up and blur my vision as Erica just stood there in silence.

"Dean I—"

"I have to bury my brother in 4 days, Erica. FOUR DAYS. And— and the person who killed him isn't even a mile away from me! The person who killed him put a god damn restraining order on me!" I slammed my fist into the lockers, bending it in as I fell to the ground in tears. Erica slowly approached me, squatting down.

"I— I'm sorry, Dean... I didn't know... I didn't think you were still upset about it." She mumbled as I wiped the tears away, only for more to fall down as I forced myself to laugh.

"Yeah well... everyone has the ability to hide their emotions."

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