"Hell if I know," Stiles admitted. "But is it all of humanity or is just those of us who are trapped here and like the Winchester's? Because no one else in my class seemed to be hallucinating just now." And as soon as he'd said it, he groaned. He hadn't meant to say it, but on his best day he had very little in the way of a brain to mouth filter.
He followed her outside, wondering what on earth they could possibly do to block out actual hallucinations. Aside from maybe getting completely hammered, which just seemed like a really bad idea right then. "I don't know. Any ideas?" He was so tired he felt like the walking dead and he'd upped his damn dose of Adderall so he could stay conscious.