Stiles' POV:
Now felt better, an actual start. At this point I definitely wasn't taking him as some father figure, oh no, god forbid. But maybe in time...a lot of time.
For now we just talked about ourselves, and turns out we do have quite a few things in common, though we still were far different. He was definitely 'the hero type' kind of a guy, while I was the smart-ass, who usually kept everyone alive, though i would admit Lydia took my role a couple of times. On the back of our conversation until now was a lot of screaming and laughing, but at some point it had gone quiet - something I deemed impossible. Then there was glass breaking, and a roar. We rushed into the living room, but there was no sign that anyone had been there, except for the broken window. My friends were gone.
"There's a note." - Dean's voice caught me off-guard.
"What does it say?"
"You hid the boy, so we got his pack. Wanna trade for colt or will the get a bullet in the head first?"
Stupid demons! Why do they have to sound like the typical psycho villain? Couldn't they just rot in hell like a normal demon would do?
"They sure know how to be dramatic." - Okay, maybe it wasn't the time to joke. I was scared to death for my friends, but hey - sarcasm IS the only defence mechanism I know.
Sam's POV:
Why do I keep getting kidnapped? Why not anybody else? Literally anybody! My head is probably bruised from getting bashed over, my nose is most likely burned from all the chloroform they've put against it. My whole life I've fought demons, ghost, werewolves, vampires ect., but nooo - break is not available.
I heard a few groans from behind me. At least I'm not alone.