some roads you really fly

[beanchaointe]

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[beanchaointe]

Drawn? Not unless whatever death spirits trying to communicate with me had the ability to conjure a major storm out of thin air.

[But would she had felt the call if she had kept passing through? If the roads had been clear and nothing had gotten in her way?

She doesn't know. She didn't look at things that closely.]

But even if I wasn't here, the Winchesters would have been. Either way, the troops would have been mobilized.

[Just maybe in different directions.]

[commend]

You're right. We probably would've been brought in, anyway.

( But wouldn't it be different. Would Stiles have been here? He doesn't know. They can't undo any of it. )

They're lucky you were here. They are.

[beanchaointe]

[She fights the urge to glance back at Damon because she isn't sure if she feels that way, or if they feel the same way. But everyone, for the most part, was safe. That's all that matters, right?]

I guess so. Now we just have to figure out the rest of this.

[phonetically]

Good thing we have Lydia Martin on the case. I wouldn't choose anyone else.

( He gives an encouraging look. One of his best friends. A woman he trusts more than anything, someone he sees as an equal. Where once she was idolized, he was in love with the idea of her, she's the person she trusts the most next to Scott. And next to Allison. Allison is more -- a different department when it comes down to it. He is still Scott's pack. But, she's also a friend. They're all on the same side. )

If Dean Winchester tries anything, I'll pull a Roadrunner and leave behind a cloud in the shape of me.

[beanchaointe]

Good.

[And she hopes that Caroline will also be there to protect him, but the real important thing was making sure that Stiles survives.]

I'd probably try to avoid feeding in front of him, just to be safe.

[matriarchate]

School is out for the summer and his son graduated, so I don't think ou have to worry about that, Stiles. And, I don't think Caroline will have him drinking blood out in the open. I don't - think?

( "Yeah, no. That's a big no. Behind closed doors." )

See. We know Dean threatened him, but he won't be alone. Caroline - and Scott will be there.

[beanchaointe]

[Lydia nods. They will figure things out, one way or another.]

Let's start with finding somewhere to live, then we'll figure out what to do about hunters with itchy trigger fingers.

[matriarchate]

Stiles, can I talk to Lydia for a second?

( Stiles nods, climbing out of the booth, Scott getting up, too. To the bar with them! )

What Dean said wasn't okay. I won't lose sight of it. But, we are working with them. They helped at graduation. They're better helping us, than on the other side. My dad trusts them. And, yes, with Sam there to rein him in if he needs it, I trust them, too. I have to. Do you truly think Stiles is in real danger with Dean staying in town?

( Yes, this is her decision, but he listens to her friends. To Scott, yes, as Pack leader, but Lydia - for her input and counsel. And - maybe some personal BFF time after today. )

[beanchaointe]

[She takes a deep breath, before shaking her head.]

Dean wasn't the only one who was a little tense.

[Some good sleep and time to breathe had made that evident.]

I could just tell he was serious, and ... there's a lot we don't know about vampires.

[matriarchate]

You're right. That will be another part to staying. I'm going to help with the school. Do my own research. What we don't know, we'll learn. And you're here for Stiles. I'm sure there could be banshee research to do. I'll reach out to Caroline. Make sure it's mutual.

( Offer something up themselves. Their own training maybe. Or resources. )

This could be a good thing.

[beanchaointe]

[She nods.]

If for no other reason than having all of us in the same place again.

[She also has other curious concerns but that can wait until they're out of the range of Cora's wolf hearing. Besties can gossip later, they don't have to rub Cora's nose in it.]

[matriarchate]

Yeah, that's - I'm really looking forward to it, Lyds. It has been too long since I was Allison and not Allison Argent, keeper of beasts.

( Or, whatever. The matriarch of the Argent clan. )

Thank you for taking time off.

[beanchaointe]

I'm not, necessarily. Classes are done.

[Still, she has a dissertation that needs doing.]

Do you think I might be able to get a big whiteboard somewhere in this house of ours?

[matriarchate]

As big as you want.

( That fits. )

Whatever you need from us.

[beanchaointe]

Then I will be set.

[She smiles.]

So we get something to eat and then try and find a realtor?

[matriarchate]

And then we live our lives.

( Actually settle down for a time. )

[beanchaointe]

Sounds nice. For however long it lasts.

[Because for better or worse, this is their lives. That being said, they have a nice brunch and branch off to explore the next part of their day, whatever that may be.]