The Winchesters think it’s some kind of ghoul. Lydia makes a face but will follow along with the Winchesters lead if it gets them closer to stopping people from being killed. Scott and Dean walk ahead, scanning the preserve for any sign of trouble, while she hangs back with the tall one, Sam. She’s not sure she’s wholly comfortable with this idea, but she’s trying to be a team player. Scott seems to think that they can trust the Winchesters, but Lydia isn’t so sure.
“You don’t trust us, do you?”
Lydia tips up her head to look at him, and raises an eyebrow. “How astute of you.” She shrugs as she turns her eyes back to the woods again. “Scott is easy to persuade, but I’m not. Someone has to watch his back.”
Sam nods. “It’s good that he has someone looking out for him.” He pauses, awkwardly. “Are you two—” His voice trails off, and she shakes her head.
“No. We’re just friends.” He dated her best friend, she dated his best friend—it probably isn’t ever going to be anything more between her and Scott and that’s for the best. But he’s still one of the most important people in her life. “But he is one of my oldest and best friends. I don’t know what I would have done without him.”
“Being a banshee must be tough.” Sam makes a face. “I’m around the dead a lot, but I don’t think I would have been able to handle it if I just were stumbling over dead bodies all the time.”
“Yeah, it sucks.” Lydia sighs. “But it’s nice to be in the position to do something about it. To find the bad guy so it doesn’t happen to more people. Or to help the person who’s having trouble staying in control.”
“Scott realizes that this might not end as happily as he hopes, right?”
Lydia raises an eyebrow in his direction. “Scott’s been an alpha since he was seventeen. He’s well aware of how the world is. He’s lost many people. But he’s also saved many people too, and helped them to be better. He’s not going to give up someone unless they decide they don’t want his compassion.”
And if they do, sucks to be them.
“That’s honorable of him.”
“He’s doing his best.” Lydia shrugs. “Not all monsters do monstrous things. Scott is living proof of that.”
Sam nods slowly, almost as though he doesn’t know quite what to make of it. She is used to that, with most hunters coming after Scott. They take advantage of his kindness and try to be the hunter that took out Scott McCall. But Scott’s survived long enough that those people haven’t come his way in a long time.
Things are almost peaceful in Beacon Hills. Except when there are things like this.
Ahead of them, she sees Scott’s head snap to the side and his whole body tense. His head tips up just slightly as he takes a deep breath. She reaches forward for Sam’s arm, stopping him as she tries to follow Scott’s line of sight.
“He’s got something. Let’s go.”
Sam nods, following close behind her as they make their way over one of the ridge in the preserve. Scott comes to a stop at Lookout Point. As the four of them look down over the edge, they see a pile of corpses, some more disfigured than others, and a ghoulish-looking creature munching on one of the bones.
He looks up, seeing the four standing above them, and rears up to his full height with a growl, revealing its destroyed teeth.
Dean glances over at Scott. “Are we doing this your way or our way?”
Scott looks disappointed that this is the outcome, but he nods. “Do whatever you need to do.”
The ghoul takes off into the woods, and the Winchesters are quick to follow. Lydia takes a deep breath before following.
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The Winchesters think it’s some kind of ghoul. Lydia makes a face but will follow along with the Winchesters lead if it gets them closer to stopping people from being killed. Scott and Dean walk ahead, scanning the preserve for any sign of trouble, while she hangs back with the tall one, Sam. She’s not sure she’s wholly comfortable with this idea, but she’s trying to be a team player. Scott seems to think that they can trust the Winchesters, but Lydia isn’t so sure.
“You don’t trust us, do you?”
Lydia tips up her head to look at him, and raises an eyebrow. “How astute of you.” She shrugs as she turns her eyes back to the woods again. “Scott is easy to persuade, but I’m not. Someone has to watch his back.”
Sam nods. “It’s good that he has someone looking out for him.” He pauses, awkwardly. “Are you two—” His voice trails off, and she shakes her head.
“No. We’re just friends.” He dated her best friend, she dated his best friend—it probably isn’t ever going to be anything more between her and Scott and that’s for the best. But he’s still one of the most important people in her life. “But he is one of my oldest and best friends. I don’t know what I would have done without him.”
“Being a banshee must be tough.” Sam makes a face. “I’m around the dead a lot, but I don’t think I would have been able to handle it if I just were stumbling over dead bodies all the time.”
“Yeah, it sucks.” Lydia sighs. “But it’s nice to be in the position to do something about it. To find the bad guy so it doesn’t happen to more people. Or to help the person who’s having trouble staying in control.”
“Scott realizes that this might not end as happily as he hopes, right?”
Lydia raises an eyebrow in his direction. “Scott’s been an alpha since he was seventeen. He’s well aware of how the world is. He’s lost many people. But he’s also saved many people too, and helped them to be better. He’s not going to give up someone unless they decide they don’t want his compassion.”
And if they do, sucks to be them.
“That’s honorable of him.”
“He’s doing his best.” Lydia shrugs. “Not all monsters do monstrous things. Scott is living proof of that.”
Sam nods slowly, almost as though he doesn’t know quite what to make of it. She is used to that, with most hunters coming after Scott. They take advantage of his kindness and try to be the hunter that took out Scott McCall. But Scott’s survived long enough that those people haven’t come his way in a long time.
Things are almost peaceful in Beacon Hills. Except when there are things like this.
Ahead of them, she sees Scott’s head snap to the side and his whole body tense. His head tips up just slightly as he takes a deep breath. She reaches forward for Sam’s arm, stopping him as she tries to follow Scott’s line of sight.
“He’s got something. Let’s go.”
Sam nods, following close behind her as they make their way over one of the ridge in the preserve. Scott comes to a stop at Lookout Point. As the four of them look down over the edge, they see a pile of corpses, some more disfigured than others, and a ghoulish-looking creature munching on one of the bones.
He looks up, seeing the four standing above them, and rears up to his full height with a growl, revealing its destroyed teeth.
Dean glances over at Scott. “Are we doing this your way or our way?”
Scott looks disappointed that this is the outcome, but he nods. “Do whatever you need to do.”
The ghoul takes off into the woods, and the Winchesters are quick to follow. Lydia takes a deep breath before following.