[He doesn't need to see the note. Scott's spent his whole life with Stiles, he knows him as well as he knows himself. He'll be down in zero, and he'll be planning on staying there. So Scott empties his bookbag of stuff he doesn't need - text books, notebooks, things he hasn't touched in ages - and stuffs it with some clean clothes a tooth brush and some other essentials. Then he heads straight down, until he has to swipe his mom's watch over the lock to let himself in.
Looping his thumbs under the straps of his backpack, Scott gives Stiles a wan little smile, glancing toward Dean's cell.]
Brought some Oreos. Want one? [Because why the hell not. They're going to get through this together, like always.]
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Looping his thumbs under the straps of his backpack, Scott gives Stiles a wan little smile, glancing toward Dean's cell.]
Brought some Oreos. Want one? [Because why the hell not. They're going to get through this together, like always.]