[Stiles watches intently, leaning back against the washing machine, body still tense. If the mountain ash doesn't contain Jerry, he's not going to have a choice but to yell for backup. He isn't going to willingly die for no reason when he knows what it'll do to his friends.
But Jerry smiles and steps forward and then promptly stops, looking down at the ash surrounding him.
Gotcha, he thinks, relief washing over him.]
I think it just might. [He moves carefully so as not to disturb the mountain ash circle as he moves around toward the door.]
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But Jerry smiles and steps forward and then promptly stops, looking down at the ash surrounding him.
Gotcha, he thinks, relief washing over him.]
I think it just might. [He moves carefully so as not to disturb the mountain ash circle as he moves around toward the door.]