Chapter 22. Letting Go

i made a teaser for kasey for 3b, it's off to the side if you'd like to watch it!!!

"That has to be where she's keeping them, it has to be." Stiles stated to Lydia as the three of us made our way down the hallway.

I opened my mouth to agree but the voice of my father prevented me from doing so. "Stilinski!"

Stiles groaned as he stopped walking and turned to face Lydia, "Go to Derek okay. Him and Peter have been there before. Just tell them it's the root cellar. They'll know where that is." Lydia nodded as she walked off, just as my father approached us.

"Wow dad, two days in a row. Are you trying to break a record or something?" I retorted as I sent him a glare.

He ignored my remark and focused on Stiles instead, "Did you know that your dad's car is in the school parking lot and has been since last night?"

Stiles sighed and shook his head from side to side, "No, I-- what does that mean?"

"It means he's officially missing. I need to speak with you." My dad stated as he sent me a look.

My boyfriend scoffed, "You can say whatever you need to say to me say in front of your daughter. My girlfriend."

I took entirely too much satisfaction in the look of pure bewilderment that crossed my dad's face. I don't know how he didn't pick up on it yet, both times that he has seen me Stiles and I have been holding hands.

My dad led the both of us into an empty classroom, instructing us to have a seat at one of the desks. He made himself comfortable as well, sitting on the teacher's desk. Stiles and I mimicked his position on the two tables in front of him.

"Stiles why am I getting the feeling that you know something that could help us find your dad?" My dad asked, his condescending tone was starting to really tick me off.

I watched as Stiles glanced at him in confusion, "If I did, why would I not tell you?" I had to suppress the urge to laugh, because we are keeping things from him that could help them find his dad, but he wouldn't understand that.

"If you're helping your dad, why would you?" My dad responded cooly.

I rose an eyebrow, "So you're asking him to tell you what he would not tell you?"

"First, I have no idea what you just said. Second, why don't you just help me help you." My dad responded.

"I don't know how to help you help me tell you something to help you if I don't know it." Stiles remarked, using his fascinating ability to twist words into a confusing conundrum. It was an art form that he has skillfully mastered.

My dad narrowed his eyes, "Are you two doing this on purpose?"

"We don't know anything, can we just go?" I asked in annoyance. This conversation was pointless, I don't know want to spend anymore time with my dad than I already have.

My dad shifted his eyes to me, "Where are your other friends, Kasey?"

"You mean Scott?" I asked in amusement, "Your other kid who you ran out on?"

He clenched his jaw, "I mean Scott, Isaac Lahey, Allison Argent, these twins Ethan and Aiden. I've been told your whole little clique didn't show up at school today." He responded, deflecting the jab I made at him with ease.

I smirked bitterly, "I don't have a clique. You would know that if you were still around."

"Kasey, come on. There's been a pretty disturbing amount of violence in this town, a string of murders tied to this school. I don't know what's going on here but it's serious, and you two need to take this seriously."

"Don't you think it's a little late to be trying to parent me? I mean, I've managed well enough so far, I don't need you for that anymore." I retorted.

My dad glanced at my boyfriend, "Stiles. Your dad is missing..." He was trying to bait him to speak out, again. I'm not as surprised as I should be, he is a piece of shit person.

When he realized that Stiles wasn't going to talk he stood up and nodded, "Fine. I don't want you going home alone. Do you have someone that you can stay with besides my daughter?"

I opened my mouth to curse him out for the audacity he just had but before I could, Deaton walked into the room, "He's with me."

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"It has to be on a Telluric Current, or maybe at the axis of two where they both meet or intersect. I just know that it's where Derek took Paige to die." Stiles explained.

We were now at the animal clinic, with Isaac, Allison, Lydia, and Deaton-- trying to find out where this cellar was. On the way here Stiles explained to me that Cora and Peter told him this story about Derek killing the first girl he loved, Paige, in this cellar because she rejected the bite. He was told this story the night I had my first hallucination. Which is why I didn't know a thing about it.

"My dad and Gerard were there once, but Gerard said it was years ago and he couldn't remember where it was. And my dad obviously isn't here to tell us about it now..." Allison mumbled as she glanced down at the floor.

Stiles nodded, "Yeah mine neither."

"Then how do we find this place?" Isaac spoke up.

Deaton glanced at me briefly before responding, "There might be a way... but we're gonna need Scott."

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I don't know why Deaton didn't let me go with him and Stiles to find Scott and tell him of the plan they had. For some reason, no one was telling me a single thing. It was starting to stress me out to be completely honest. I hate being kept in the dark. I've been sitting in this chair for all of ten minutes and I already feel like I'm about to throw up because of the events that are about to transpire.

Isaac had set up three of the metal tubs that looked just like the one we used for him when he needed to have his heart rate slowed, which led me to the conclusion that three of us were going to have our heart rates slowed once again. They had filled them with water and placed small green leaves in them, but they were waiting for Deaton, Stiles, and Scott to return before doing anything else.

As if they heard my thoughts, or they knew that we were waiting on them, Stiles, Scott, and Deaton entered the room. Scott glanced at me uneasily, obviously not knowing if I was angry with him or not. Deaton removed his jacket and went to work on putting ice in the tubs. Stiles was watching me as well with a worried expression, I don't like this at all.

I groaned as the silence and morbid looks began to take a toll on me, "Will someone please tell me what the hell is going on?"

Scott glanced at Deaton with wide eyes, "You haven't told her?"

"I didn't know how to tell her, without making the situation worse." He responded.

My eyes widened as I bolted out of the chair, "What's going on? Somebody better tell me what the hell is going on or I swear to god--"

"Kasey, you are going to have to remain calm." Deaton cut me off, his voice level.

I swallowed nervously as I nodded, "Okay."

"Allison, Scott, and Stiles are going to be used as surrogate sacrifices for their parents." He spoke slowly, watching me cautiously.

I blinked rapidly when it clicked in my mind what he meant, "You're going to kill them?"

"If all goes according to plan they will only be dead for a few seconds, that gives them enough time to find the location of the nebaton before we bring them back." He continued.

I had to sit back down, my legs were about to give out on me. I could feel the constricting in my throat and I knew what that meant. My eyes screwed shut as I tangled my fingers in my hair and tugged at the roots, trying to keep my breathing level. Not now, god not now.

If all goes according to plan, that means that there is a chance it can go wrong. That means that Scott and Stiles are both dead. Gone, forever. We can't bring them back. I don't know what's going on, I keep hearing voices in my head and they're shouting at me. God please don't be real. Please.

Only be dead a few seconds, that's not safe. It can't be, something will be different about them. I remember reading about how if you come back from the dead you're darker, you're not the same.

I'm too afraid to open my eyes. I don't want to be a part of this. I wish that this was all just a hallucination, that none of it was real.

"Kasey, I know you are worried, but we need you for this." Deaton spoke calmly. His voice drowning out the shouting and ringing in my ears.

I slowly opened my eyes, he was crouched down in front of me with a warm smile on his face. How can he smile at a time like this? I suck in a large breath, trying to calm myself down. When has Deaton ever steered us wrong? He has always been correct in everything he has told me, so why is this any different? Because two of the people you love most in the world are going to be dead, my stupid sub-conscious pointed out.

I nodded slowly, "Okay."

Deaton smiled again and stood up, "Okay so what did you bring?"

I glanced at Stiles who began to speak, "Um... I brought my dad's badge. Jennifer kind of crushed it with her hand, but I tried hammering it out a bit, it still doesn't look great, so.."

"It doesn't need to look good if it has meaning." Deaton nodded.

Isaac glanced at something in Allison's hand, "Is that an actual silver bullet?"

She nodded, "Yeah, my dad made it. It's kind of a ceremonial thing. When one of us finishes training we forge an actual silver bullet as a testament to the code."

Deaton nodded again at my brother, "Scott."

He glanced down at the object in his hand, "My dad got this watch for my mom when she started working at the hospital. She used to say that it was the only thing in her marriage that worked." He explained. I knew the exact watch that he was talking about, I've seen her wear it enough times.

"Okay, so the three of you will get in and each of us will hold you down until you're essentially, well... dead." Deaton explained, I winced at the word and everyone noticed because the wheels of the chair squeaked on the floor.

"But, it's not just someone to hold you under. It needs to be someone who can pull you back, someone that has a strong connection to you. A kind of emotional tether." Deaton explained. I nodded as I went to walk towards Scott, it made sense that I would be the one to push him down, since he was my brother.

Deaton halted me with his words, "Kasey, you actually need to be with Stiles."

Stiles turned around and faced me, "You can't connect yourself to me. I don't care how much you worry, don't do it." He said quietly.

I nodded, unable to speak. He gently grabbed my face in his hands pressed his lips to mine, I closed my eyes as I tear trailed down my cheek. I was actually going to drown him. I don't know if I can do this.

Stiles pulled back and mumbled out an "I love you." before he pulled off his jacket and slipped off his shoes, stepping in front of his designated tub.

The three of them slowly positioned themselves in the tubs, shivering and struggling to get their entire bodies in. I bit down on the inside of my cheek as I watched Scott and Stiles struggle. My boyfriend then glanced at my brother, "By the way-- if I don't make it back in time, and you do, you should probably know that your dad is back in town."

Scott glanced up at me in confusion, and I nodded to confirm what Stiles had said. He seemed completely thrown off by the fact that our dad had decided to show up now out of all the times he could have shown up in the past, and I can't blame him-- I had the same reaction.

Issac, Deaton, and myself all stepped up to the tubs and placed our hands on each of their shoulders. Stiles was shivering beneath me, and he glanced up at me with one final smile before Deaton gave the signal to push them under. I held my breath as I guided him beneath the icy water. Squeezed my eyes shut to try and contain the tears that were streaming down my face, but it didn't help in the slightest. Stiles was dead. And I had been the one to kill him.

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and here it is. oh my gosh. the next chapter is one that i have been waiting to write for quite some time, there is obviously going to be a lot of stuff going on with kasey and you all are not even prepared for the craziness! haha, i hope you all liked this chapter.

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