[He radiates hostility and aggression, enough that there are traces in his scent as she catches up to him...far more easily now than it ever would have been once upon a time...but she doesn't believe it. She can't, and the animal presence she's still fitting into her mind, her life, whines with a sympathetic pain that's tangible.

It's like having every gut instinct she ever possessed as a living thing, coiled in the back of her skull. It's both uncomfortable and encouraging at the same time.]

If you didn't want to hear it, Dean, you wouldn't even be on this ship. You can't hide from me anymore, and I know you can't hide from Stiles. Whether you like it or not...you've got friends here.