"What are we going to do with him?" Dean hissed at the angels. He had gotten home from the station, and once he had been filled in on the situation, he didn't know what to do. This kid obviously wasn't a threat since he didn't know of his true heritage until hours before, but he was dangerous. Jamie didn't know how to harness or control his powers yet, but so far he hadn't lashed out on anyone.
"We are going to teach him how to control his powers." Cas said simply, staring at the boy as Scott tried to show him how to control the shift. It wasn't working so far.
"What of Crowley?" Gabriel asked calmly, looking around their Battle Table in the War Room. It was a map of the entire world in a mini 3d version, and they were able to zoom in anywhere on the globe that they wanted. Right now it was looking over the Americas, and it had glowing red orbs above all of the portals that lead to the underworld. The only people allowed in that room were Stiles, Derek, Sam, Dean, Cas, and Gabe...and sometimes Scott and Lydia.
"What do you mean?" Sam asked, zooming in on the nearest portal. It was in Corona, Ca, a few hundred miles south from Beacon Hills.
"Jamaye Vladimir Crow, The Prince of Darkness and Demons, The Prince of Hell, was thought to be a myth, a rumor! What do you think will happen if others find out?! He'll be hunted, he'll be tortured, and he'll be killed, either by Angels, Demons, or Hunters. And I'm pretty sure Crowley doesn't even know he exists. What do you think he would do if his son was killed and he didn't even know he had one until after his funeral?!" Gabe hissed at them, slamming his fist on the table. Stiles nodded thoughfully, resting his chin in his hand.
"You saw what the kid did out there. You showed us your memories of it. That was only 1% of his powers. Imagine if he was at 100%...imagine what Crowley would do if he got killed. We can't let that happen." Gabe finished solemnly, looking at everyone.
"People, creatures, would be able to use him for power and chaos, to turn the whole world into darkness." Stiles muttered, looking the archangel in the eyes, and frowned as Gabe nodded grimly.
"So that leads us back to our first question..." Derek growled in thought, frowning as he looked up from the table.
"What are we going to do with him?"
.....
It was around 3 p.m. when Kira was done with work, and today she was bringing the boys home with her since there was a huge discussion going. Jamaye (Jah-mah-yeh...or as he preferred, Jamie) stuttered to a halt one the boys had walked in and he had gotten a glimpse of Creature. He opened his mouth to say something, but someone else's words rushed out instead.
"What the hell is that thing?!" Gabriel shrieked, waking out of the War Room. Jamie turned to look at him, his jaw on the floor before turning back to the Hellhound hybrid. Arian looked up and smiled in excitement at his uncle and Jamie.
"You can see him too! Creature! They can see you!" Arian squealed happily, turning back to look at the hound.
"That is wonderful, pup! That is woderful! Do they understand?!" Creature asked, bouncing excitedly.
"Can you hear him?" Ari asked, spinning around to face Gabe and Jamie, and smiled as they nodded their heads dumbly.
"I dont understand whats going on." Kira rushed out, looking at Stiles with wide eyes. Stiles shook his head gently, not knowing what to say.
"Neither do we." Derek rumbled, confused.
"You guys can't see him?" Jamie squeaked, gawking at the Alphas of the pack.
"Nope. You guys are the only ones that can." Stiles said, shrugging apologetically. Luca and Arian ran into their fathers' arms, smiling as both Stiles and Derek picked them up.
"Can we have some egg sammiches?!" Luca asked, smiling as Derek started to rub his scent all over him witha pleased rumble. Derek did the same to Ari before smiling at Stiles.
"Pleeeeeeaaase Pama!" Arian cried, flopping dramatically into his fathers chest, trying, and failing to shake him back and forth.
"We're huuuuuuungry!" They both said at the same time, giving Stiles their best puppy eyes.
"Okay, fine! But after that you're going to stay down here and do your homework. Your Aunt Kira told me how you two didnt turn in your homework yesterday." Stiles said sternly, putting Ari down before crossing his arms and heading to the kitchen. The boys groaned, before perking up again. They would still be getting their sandwiches.
.....
"Sir. They have the kid." A gruff, thick voice said, jogging up to his boss from where he was stationed.
"What do you mean 'They have the kid'?!" The man spat at his second in command from where he was seated. The first man shifted silently, uncomfortable in the situation.
"Sir, General Harger went out to finish him off like we planned, but it went crossed. We presume the Alpha of the residential pack has stopped him from completing his mission." The first man said again, getting to his knees and bowing, leaving his boss in the perfect position to strike him down if he wanted.
"Bring me Harger. I want to hear this from him." The man spat again, glaring at the man at his knees.
"We can't, Coven...sir. General Harger has been put...out of commission." The man on the floor said hesitantly, soaring a glance at the boss. He cursed under his breath, slamming a closed fist on his throne.
"How." Coven said, deceivingly calm, despite the boiling rage he felt.
"Beheaded, sir." The man said with a shaky voice. He gulped, afraid if what Coven would do, but Coven just nodded, and smiled at the man.
"This pack...it's not like most. It will be fun pushing and prodding at them..." Coven mumbled, amusement in his voice.
"But sir! We are only here for the born angel and the nephilim. We can't go after the whole pack, we'll be demolished!" The man lashed out, standing up and facing his brother. Coven snarled, and stood.
"Oh Warren..." Coven said softly, walking up slowly to his brother in long strides. He slipped a 10 inch knife into his hand discreetly, stepping into Warrens personal space, before lodging it in his head from under his chin. Warren tried to scream, but his eyes just rolled to the back of this head.
"You were always...so naïve..." Coven said, stroking his brothers bleeding face before shanking the knife out, and watching his brother fall to the floor in a lifeless heap.
"Trent!" Coven screamed, and waited for the man to show. Trent didn't look phased to see Warren on the floor, he just walek up to Coven. Coven sighed, walking back up to his throne and sitting in it.
"Yes, sir." Trent said, bowing before looking up at Coven.
"Get someone to clean this up. I need you to find the Born Angel and his Nephilim." Coven said dismissively, checking for any blood under his nails.
"What do you want me to do to them once I find them?" Trent asked, already loading his gun.
"Bring them here. Untraceable. I want to...talk for a while." Coven hissed, smiling evilly.
"Yes, sir. It would be my pleasure." Trent said, bowing before walking out of the throne room.
.....
"We have to tell Crowley..." Sam whispered feverently, biting his thumb nail and looking at Gabe. Gabe nodded, his eyes set on Jamie, smiling at him.
Jamie had been with them for a full week already, and now he knew how to control his shift, and only some of his powers. Jamie could shriek, and hundreds of crows would come flicking to him, but the one that was his pet, was an albino. The crow had four eyes instead of two and they were a peircing red. It was hypnotizing if you looked for too long. Jamie could also control the shadows, bend them to his will, make shapes and grab objects with them. He knew Latin fluently, and since he was half human, exorcisms wouldn't work on him. He could call, small demons, but with te right training, he could literally raise hell. He was powerful, and they were still just grazing his powers.
"We cannot tell him here. Jamie could unlock some new powers when he is near his father. We would not want any simultaneous combustion if they are near eachother." Cas said lowly. Sam and Deann nodded as all four of them sat and though of a plan.
"We could go to Corona and summon him...knock on his front door." Dean said. Gabe nodded, but Sam frowned.
"Should we bring weapons?" Sam asked. His frown deepened when Cas shook his head.
"No. We are just going to talk." Cas said plainly, but they could see that didn't like the idea.
"He hasn't been hostile twoards us in nearly 6 years." Dean said suddenly, shock in his voice.
"Who's going to tell him though? He could either be extremely happy, or he'll be pissed." Sam said nervously.
"I'm telling him." Stiles said suddenly, walking up to them with Luca asleep in his arms.
"Stiles-" Dean said, but got cut off.
"No, Dad. This isn't only your business, this is pack business too. I'm going. You and Uncle Gabe can come, but Uncle Sam and Pop are staying to take care of the boys." Stiles said fiercely, looking Dean in the eyes. Dean smiled, overwhelmed with pride.
"Well, son. When do we leave?" Dean asked, brightness in his eyes. Stiles smiled and handed Luca to Sam.
"Right now. Just let me pack a bag. We'll have to stay the night." Stiles said, already walking towards the stairs. Dean smiled and walked to his room to pack a few clothes.
Derek walked in and headed to the Alpha bedroom.
"Derek, me, Dad, and Uncle Gabe are going to Corona to find Crowley and tell him about Jamie." Stiles said cautiously. He felt Derek freeze behind him, and he waited until he felt his strong arm wrap around him.
"Be careful." Derek whispered worriedly, kissing the nape of Stiles' neck. Stiles sighed, leaning into Derek's embrace.
"I will." Stiles said gently, turning in Derek's arms and hugging him.