[Scott's eyes shoot from Lydia to Stiles, and his chest constricts at that detachment in Stiles' voice. This isn't right, none of this is. He's been glad to have them here since they showed, but now he finds himself wishing they never came.

They can only plan for so much, and they have no idea what will be coming at them. Maybe another version of Stiles embraced the Nogitsune. Maybe another version of Lydia abuses her power. Maybe a thousand things, and Scott can only guess at them.

He finds himself nodding, scrubbing at his face.]

Dean might have some. I'll ask him. Guys--

[He exhales, looks down before meeting their eyes in turn. He doesn't know how to be a leader. He's still working it out .]

Whatever happens, it'll only be for a few days. Then it'll be over, and we'll be back here.