Stiles was practically sprinting to his house after hearing a 10-43 and 10-70 dispatch call (murder and fire). From HIS house.

“Stiles, wait up!!” Scott shouted, sprinting not far behind him, along with Lydia.

Stiles wasn’t listening, he felt as if his legs were on autopilot. Eventually, he reached to his house, which is surrounded by police cars and officers. crime scene tapes were strewn across his car and house. His dad was the sheriff. he couldn’t be…no, Stiles stopped himself from thinking that. He tried going forward towards his house, but was stopped by a police officer.

“Where’s my dad??” Stiles asked in a panic as Scott and Lydia caught up to him.