A/N: So I got this idea while I was sitting in journalism class (the most boring class in the world because the teacher sucks, and we never do anything, which isn't always a bad thing), and literally, I was thinking about the new Teen Wolf episode (and for some reason I was also thinking about the movie Blood and Chocolate), and then BOOM it was like "hey I'm an idea write me!" so here I am…
Chapter One: Meet Sam and Dean
Scott yawned as he tapped his pencil against the desk in his classroom, not paying attention to another lecture on United States History. Another major snooze for him and Stiles.
He glanced out the window, staring at the woods and roads, houses and buildings that filled the little place of Beacon Hills. He noted all the cars that passed, a blue car, a grey Honda, a black Impala, and an ice cream truck. In all honesty, though, that ice cream man scared the crap out of him.
While dazing on the ice cream man's terror, Scott noticed a black cloud, looming over the dense forest. It caught his attention, and he focused in further, watching as it spun around fast overhead the trees.
"Mr. McCall…"
He didn't hear it. What was that black cloud? More trouble?
"Mr. McCall…"
What if it was another supernatural being! Then he would have to deal with Derek pissing him off, and Isaac judging him and complaining about his life. He didn't want to deal. Plus that would mean Allison would have to get into it. Even though they were broken up, Scott couldn't bear to see her hurt.
"Scott McCall!"
Scott jerked forward, staring straight at his teacher, then looking past him at the chalkboard. It was some scribble about the government establishment. The teacher raised his eyebrow, waiting for an answer.
Scott panicked, and looked to his left at Stiles for an answer. He held up his fingers for Scott. Five.
"Five." Scott called out. The class snickered and choked on their laughs. The teacher, however, wasn't amused. "The government was established in five? I think you need to read a textbook for once, Mr. McCall. In fact, you can do that after school in the library."
Scott cursed silently, then turned to Stiles who was smiling like an idiot, yet still trying to look innocent. "Stiles, you're an ass." Scott whispered, rolling his eyes and turning back to the window. The black cloud was gone. It seemed to leave no trace.
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After the bell rang, it was finally school out. Scott groaned at the fact of detention, then stopped Stiles as he was walking out the door. "Hey, I saw something over the woods in class. Check it out?" he asked. Stiles inhaled. "Is this my punishment for giving you detention?"
Scott shook his head. "No seriously. I saw something, a black…cloud, or smoke over the trees in the woods."
Stiles threw his hands up, then dropped them back down at his sides dramatically. "Dude, there are a lot of trees, in the woods. You gotta be more specific, man. Where in the woods?" He watches as Scott tried to think of the location.
"Oh! It was overhead Derek's old house!" he said excitedly, remembering a location. Stiles pulled on the strap of his backpack and nodded. "Sure, I'll go. But you owe me."
Scott choked out a laugh. "I owe you? You are the one who gave me detention." Stiles stared up at the ceiling for a second. "Yeah, true. I'll check it out, come and meet me and Isaac later."
"Isaac? Really? You have to go with him?" Scott complained. Stiles nodded slowly, his eyes wide. "Yeah, Scott. I'm not going into the woods alone. Hell no."
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Scott watched the clock slowly ticking. Time seemed to be slowing down as he continued to sit at the table, not speed up. Wasn't it supposed to speed up? He stared down at the book in front of him. The teach had set him up with a nice American Government, A Happy Place book. To Scott, however, it sounded like something a psychotic government professor would write. …A happy place? Really…what a joke… Scott thought, turning through the pages, looking at the pathetic pictures.
The door to the library opened, and his teacher walked through. "Times up, Scott. Hope you learned something nice from this. I'll be quizzing you tomorrow." Scott quickly jumped out of his seat and ran for the doors. His shoes squeaked as he ran down the halls, jumping down the concrete stairs to the main entrance doors, and stopping at his bike.
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Isaac spun around, then turned back to Derek's "mansion". "There's nothing really…here…" he said. "Are you sure Scott wasn't messing with you?"
Stiles pulled his phone from his pocket, and unlocked it. "Listen, I don't know. I'm not Jesus. I don' know everything Isaac. Stop relying on me to tell you." He dialed for Scott's number, then held it to his ear.
"I'm used to relying on myself. I was locked in a freezer and abused." Isaac said, with sass lacing his voice.
Stiles pointed his finger at Isaac. "Don't you dare start that again! It's been nearly a year! And your dad's dead, what do you care?"
Scott answered. "Hey Stiles, what's up. I'm at the edge of the forest, I'll be there in ten." Stiles waved at the air, then forgetting that Scott couldn't see his hand. "No need, Scott. There's nothing here. I guess your werewolf senses were tingling incorrectly, cuz we got nothing."
"Stiles…" Isaac whispered. He didn't turn to look at him, he was staring into the open forest. Stiles lowered the phone, covering the speaking part with his hand. "What do you want, Isaac?" Stiles whispered with an angry tone. "I'm busy!"
"Stiles, I hear footsteps. Two pairs. Someone is coming." Isaac whispered, getting lower to the ground. His claws and fangs were unsheathed, and his eyes were glowing yellow. "Stiles raised the phone back, but he was staring in the exact direction Isaac was.
"Scott…"
But that was all he could say, before two men stepped from the side of Derek's house. Both wielded guns, but they were hunting rifles. One was very tall, and the other a bit shorter. They wore dark clothes, and they had angry expressions on their faces. Isaac quickly sheathed his fangs and claws, and his eyes turned back to their normal icy grey-blue.
"Hey, uh…" Isaac started. He stared at the guys, who just stood there. "…sorry, if we're interrupting. Are you guys hunters or something?" he asked. The shorter one nodded.
"Yeah, actually…" his voice was deep and husky. He sounded very pissed. "…we're hunting you." He raised his gun, and before Stiles could react, a bullet whizzed by him and hit the tree trunk behind him, a mere few inches from his face. He stared at it, then back at the two men.
"We're demon hunters, the Winchester brothers."
A/N: So? SO? Yeah. I hope it's going okay. I mean, I know this idea isn't exactly the first SuperWolf idea, but I really do love it, so, I'm just going with it. Review! Do whatever you do! That rhymed!