Laura and Stiles traveled only during the day, and slept in shifts at night, sometimes sitting up together all night instead. They traded stories of growing up, and Stiles got to learn more about werewolves, and his boyfriend. "Derek's always been a sucker for those cheesy romantic comedies," Laura informed him on his third night in purgatory as they sat next to a fire in the cave they had found to shield them from the rain.

Stiles smiled at the information, ignoring the way it hurt the cut across his left cheek that he had gotten from the two of them fighting some vampires. One of them had recognized Stiles as being related to the Winchesters and asked if he really thought Dean would return to purgatory to save him. Stiles responded by beheading her. "If anything, Derek will find a way here," Laura had told him as she helped him up from where he had fallen to the ground. "Let's find a river so you can wash that blood off."

That had been before the rain moved in and night fell. "Neither Dean or Cas will talk about their time here," Stiles said as he picked some bark off the stick in his hand that he had brought into the cave with him, glancing toward the entrance before looking back to Laura. "Sam doesn't even really know what they went through. It's like an unspoken agreement to not talk about it... or Hell. They've both been, y'know? Cas pulled Dean out. I've never heard a real explanation of what happened to Sam or how he had gotten out." Laura's brow furrowed in silent question, and Stiles absentmindedly wet his lips before continuing to speak. "If anyone can get us out of here, it's Sam and Dean."

"Us?" questioned Laura with a soft laugh, smirking in amusement.

"Yes, us. D'you really think I'd just leave you here after this?" Stiles shook his head with a smirk of his own before reaching over to poke Laura with the stick in his hand. "You're stuck with me, now."

"We're not sure it can bring back anyone that is not human," Garth explained with a frown, bouncing his knee as he sat at the table, reading over one of the spells that he had found.

"I don't care," replied Derek from his place in the shadowy corner of the room, arms crossed over his chest with a frown set on his face. "If it gets him home..."

"Stiles will care," Sam stated with a frown. "He won't leave without everyone, and if we make him, he'll only keep trying to get them back until he succeeds or it destroys him."

Dean smirked a little at his brother, leaning against one of the walls, and said, "He's almost as stubborn as I am."

"We'll keep looking," stated Chris with a heavy sigh, running his fingers through his hair. "There's got to be something we're missing."

"There's too many of us to do it like before." Dean sighed as he walked over to the couch Sam was sitting on and dropped down onto it with a heavy sigh. He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to figure out just how everything had happened. He almost wished they could just go back to the fact that their nephew was dating a werewolf; a werewolf who, to his credit, was doing whatever he could to help them figure out how to get Stiles back. "This is such bullshit. There's got to be something. I can't..." Dean stopped and took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment before continuing. "We promised his father we'd take care of him."

Bobby sighed from his place at the table with Garth, shaking his head a little as he said, "John would understand. This-"

"It's been three days, Bobby! I barely survived in there and Stiles has not had the training that I have." Dean's voice started to raise in octave and he cleared his throat before saying, "Purgatory is no walk in the park. Leviathan, werewolves, windigos, shapeshifters, demons."

"I think you're underestimating Stiles just a little," Garth said with an amused smirk from his seat, sharing a look with Bobby. "He's learned more than you give him credit for."

"Duck!" Laura called, making Stiles crouch down in just enough time to miss a blade swinging at his head.

He spun around, sticking his leg out in order to knock out their attacker's feet from underneath him. The thing fell to the ground and Laura sprung forward to rip his throat out before it had a chance to move. Neither one was quite sure what the thing was, but they watched as it died. Stiles used one of the matches from a pack they had found to burn the body, just in case. "Too bad we don't have salt," Stiles grumbled, pushing up the sleeves of his shirt so that they were past his elbows before he idly twirled the blade in his hand around, watching the flames in front of them dance.

Laura reached over and gently squeezed Stiles' shoulder, making the teen flinch a little. "Sorry, I forgot," she replied, running her hand over Stiles' shoulder as she carefully leeched some of the pain from him.

He had carved the anti-possession symbol into his shoulder, above where the binding mark used to be and the bullet scar. It had not healed yet, but at least they knew he was no longer in danger of being possessed. "Are there any other nifty little symbols like that?" questioned Laura as she sat down on a nearby rock, the two of them silently deciding to take a rest. They had been on the go so much that even Laura was beginning to feel drained.

"The only ones I know are wards against angels." Stiles lifted his shoulders in a shrug, nodding a little at the same time. "I don't think we really have to worry about them here, though."

It was then that they heard a twig snapping somewhere to the right, making Stiles face that direction immediately, knife extended in front of him while Laura stood with her eyes flashing gold. "Stiles, I think it's time we run," she said softly, reaching out for his arm to tug him in the opposite direction, but they both froze when a voice rang out from the trees in front of them.

"Now, how in the hell did you find yourself down here?" the person questioned, and Laura still seemed ready to run but she stayed where she was when Stiles smiled slightly just as a brunette young woman stepped into their clearing. "Does Dean know you're running with wolves?"

"You know this woman?" Laura asked, tense as ever. She did not like this girl, not at all. Something about her just seemed off.

Stiles nodded in answer to both their questions before he said, "Dean knows. Laura, this is Meg. Meg, Laura."

Meg's brow lifted a little as she smirked. "Laura Hale? Huh. I met your brother Eli. Cool kid."

"Eli! Is he okay?" Laura's heart rate sped up in slight fear, her grip tightening on Stiles' arm just a little and she let out a heavy breath when Meg slowly shook her head with a frown.

"I'm sorry."

Laura nodded a little, reaching up to wipe at her eyes with her free hand. Stiles did not even try to get Laura to let go. He could not even imagine how she felt. Her family had died only to continue living in a place that many would consider a hell, and then to have him actually die. It had to be painful. "I hate to break the mood, but there are some vamps on my tail, so I shou-" Meg started to say, but Stiles cut her off with a wave of his hand.

"You're coming with us," Stiles insisted, nodding once. "Meg's... well, she's a bitch, but she comes through in the end."

Laura's brow rose a little and Meg just shrugged with a grin. "What can I say? It's true."

It was four in the morning. Almost everyone was asleep at the urging of others. If they were going to be of any assistance to Stiles, they would need to be rested. The house was quiet, and then suddenly, from the kitchen Garth started shouting, "Guys! Shit, guys wake up! I found it. I found the way through."

Dean practically fell off the couch, where he had fallen asleep between Cas and Sam with his head on Cas' shoulder. "What?" he asked groggily while Sam stretched and slowly stood up, rubbing his face. "What's happening?"

Garth then came rushing into the living room, where everyone was ambling toward from wherever it had been that they were resting. He was reading and rereading the passage in the book he was reading, a grin lighting up his face. "I just found how we can get Stiles back."

"Now, the only thing you idjits need to do is to not get yourselves killed," Bobby grumbled from where he sat on one of the chairs, rubbing his face tiredly with one hand.

Dean said nothing as he walked over to a pre-packed duffel-bag sitting on the floor to pull it up on the table and make sure they had everything they would need to defend themselves. "Sammy, you ready?" Dean asked, double checking that he had both silver and wolfsbane bullets. "Cas?"

"We're ready," replied Cas for Sam, who simply nodded in response.

"I'm going, too," Derek stated, ignoring Scott's protests that he should go too. Stiles was his best friend, after all.

Dean was reluctant to let Derek go, but he eventually nodded. More force on their side would not be a bad thing. He drew the line at the kid, though, and shook his head as he said, "You stay here. There's enough of us to look out for as it is."

Scott huffed and glared, looking like he was about to argue, but Allison rested a hand on Scott's arm and squeezed it gently. "We'll wait here, make sure we've got anything we need for when you get back," Allison stated with a nod that Dean returned before he picked the bag up and shrugged it onto his shoulder.

"You have two days to find him, Dean," Garth informed the man as he started to gather the ingredients he needed to put into a little spell bag that he would give to Dean to keep. "Everyone must be touching you or touching someone who is in order for the portal to bring you back."

"We'll go again if we have to," insisted Sam with a nod, crossing his arms over his chest. "We leave as soon as it's ready."

"Ugh," Stiles groaned, wiping blood off of his face as well as he could before pushing the sleeves of his shirt up past his elbows once again. "Vampires." The teen scowled as he wiped his blade off on his jeans, looking over to where Meg was relaxing against a tree, picking dirt out from under her nails with her own blade. "Sometimes, I wish they just sparkled in the sun."

Meg snorted and Laura rolled her eyes before tying the length of her hair back with an elastic band she got off of one of the vampires. "We need to find a place to make camp," she insisted, glancing over to where the sun was setting. It had been a long day and they were all tired. Well, Meg seemed more amused than tired, but Stiles was used to it. Laura still did not like her.

"I know a place near-by," Meg said as she pushed herself upright, storing her blade in the top of her boot against her leg. "It's hidden, just out of anyone's sight unless they're right on top of us, and by then it's too late for them." The demon's eyes narrowed after a moment as she watched Stiles, who winced a little as he walked, acting too much like someone who was trying to hide an injury. "You okay there, kid?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Stiles insisted with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Who wouldn't be sore after this shit? Let's just find a camping spot like yesterday." Laura watched him for a moment, trying to judge for any major injuries. The smell of blood was too strong and too constant in Purgatory for her to really distinguish if there was a wound or not that they should be worrying about. Stiles was pale, but they all were. After Meg's question toward the teen, however, she was going to watch him more closely, just in case.

"I'll take first watch," he stated after they'd settled down and built a small fire. Neither one protested, and both girls took the chance to rest for a few hours. Stiles sat there, toying with the blade that he had with him, the one that Dean had given him ages ago, while keeping an eye on the world around them, making sure that no one was going to try to sneak up on them in the dark.

The teen waited until he was sure both Meg and Laura were asleep before he slowly lifted up his shirt on the left side to see where there was a large cut along his side. It went fairly deep and Stiles had a make-shift bandage on it, but even that had blood on it. He needed to change the bandage without alerting either of the two females. They did not need to know how bad it was. Stiles was fairly sure that it was starting to get infected; but, they could not really care for it there besides rinsing it with water. Stiles would be fine. He had to be.

Meanwhile, somewhere in the distance, Derek, Dean, Cas, and Sam all appeared in an odd gust of wind. They were outside of Laura's range of senses, and much too far for Derek to find either of them, not that he even began to consider the fact that some of his family may be there. "Should we split up?" Sam questioned, looking around the dense, dark woods around them.

"No," replied Dean, shifting the bag on his shoulder while looking around as well. "We'll fan out but stay going in the same direction. "We're more likely to find something that way. Ca-" Dean broke off with a sigh when he turned to see that Castiel was already gone. "Wolf-boy, keep your senses up."

Derek rolled his eyes, but bit back any want to response as they started walking. Sam moved to walk to Dean's right, and Derek to his left. They all walked in the same general direction, toward where the other three were keeping their camp. "Stiles," Laura said softly with a yawn as she got up, "get sleep." She stretched a little, placing her hands on the small of her back while arching it a little to try to get it to pop.

"Yeah, okay," replied Stiles with a soft sigh as he nodded. He then shifted around enough to lay on his side, folding his arm underneath his head to use as a pillow. It was as he was lying there that Laura realized just how pale the teen really was. There were incredibly dark circles under his eyes and he had lost a lot of weight.

Laura had not even known him all that long and it worried her. She was sure that her brother would be ten times more worried. She idly rubbed her forearms, looking off toward the west, unknowingly toward where her brother was. She was sure that he would be coming for Stiles; the only question was if he would be there in time. Laura frowned a little as she looked over to the teen. "Please, get here in time," she mumbled to herself, sighing softly.

"He's getting worse," Meg said after a moment, making Laura jump before looking over to where the demon was lying. Laura's brow rose and Meg nodded over to where Stiles was sleeping, his brow furrowed. "How long has he been hurt?"

"I don't know," Laura answered honestly with a shake of her head, wetting her lips absentmindedly. "Things are... crazy here and I can't... I couldn't keep up with everything."

Meg lifted her shoulders in a shrug, turning to sit up while watching the werewolf pace their camp. "You're not his babysitter. He's a Winchester, he'll pull through. They always do, the little shits."

Laura chuckled a little, shaking her head before smirking a little. "Y'know, for a demon, you're not so bad," Laura stated, "and if the Winchesters like you..."

The demon laughed with a smirk of her own. "I've proved useful, anyway."

Their smirks faded from their faces and both women found their attention drawn over to where Stiles was when the teen started coughing in his sleep. Meg's brow furrowed and she frowned a little as she watched Stiles before she looked up at Laura. He could not fake it in his sleep, and neither one of them were sure what to do. Medication was not a thing in Purgatory, and if Stiles got sick it put them all in danger.

"Stiles, wake up," Meg said, shaking his arm to wake him up around dawn. Stiles simply groaned a little and turned over, but he didn't wake up. "Stiles!" The demon looked over to Laura, who steadied her stance, watching the horizon to the left. There were vampires and a few werewolves coming. "He's not waking up; he's breathing, but..."

"We've got company," stated Laura in response, glancing over her shoulder to where Meg was crouched down next to Stiles.

"Friendlies?"

Laura laughed at that, her brow rising with an amused smirk. "My, what optimism you have."

Meg rolled her eyes and attempted to wake Stiles one more time. "I'm kicking your ass when we get you home," she grumbled before standing and tugging her blade out of the top of her boot, standing next to Laura. "How many?"

"Several. They might not all make it to us, turning on one another the entire way." Laura was watching the world in front of them so intently that she did not realize others were behind them until a twig snapped and she spun quickly to face the others with a flash of yellow eyes and a low growl. A shot rang out before Laura could spring to action and she froze, her face displaying complete shock before she realized what happened. The beta looked toward her shoulder where a through-and-through bullet wound was slowly starting to heal. "You shot me, you asshole!"

"Laura?" Derek asked from somewhere off to her right before he came rushing over to the camp site. He glared over at Dean, who seemed completely unapologetic for his actions.

"Silver doesn't do shit to me, hunter." Laura narrowed her eyes at Dean before gesturing to Stiles. "I believe you're looking for him." As much as she would enjoy a family reunion with Derek, they did not have the time. "Focus, Derek. We've got company nearly on top of us."

"Meg?" questioned Sam as he came jogging up from where he had been walking, surprised to see the familiar face in the bunch. His heart dropped when he spotted his nephew lying there, and he knew Derek's focus was on the same thing.

"Hey, there, moose-boy. We'll get him outta here, just focus on our enemies first," she replied, nodding a little before turning to where she could see the werewolves charging through the trees. "Where'd the vamps go?"

"Trees." Laura's gaze was on the vampires using the trees as a way to travel. It was terrifying, seeing them leap from one to the next; but, that would not stop her from taking them all out. Stiles groaned somewhere behind her, but his heart rate remained the same. Laura let out a heavy breath and steadied her stance even more. The battle was only about to begin.