"Where's your Alpha, Mowgli?"

Dean flexed his hand around the gun as he pointed it at the young teenager. The boy's mouth fell open in surprise and then did a fish impression by opening and closing his mouth.

"What…?" The boy began.

"I said, where's your Alpha? I suggest you tell me or…" Dean signalled to his gun.

"Um… "

Dean watched the boy flail his hands about as he decided if he'd rather to tell him or get shot. Dean sighed and lowered the gun.

"Look kid..."

"Stiles." The boy squeaked.

"Stiles." Dean began, "I don't want to hurt you. You're like a kid so if you just tell me where your Alpha is, I'll let you go…"

"I'm not a little kid!" Stiles burst out angrily like he couldn't control it.

Dean raised his eyebrow and Stiles face blushed bright red. And then the kid did the worst thing that he could have done. He turned and bolted.

"Son of a bitch." He muttered as he pocketed his gun and ran after him. It took him less than a minute to catch him and he shoved him harshly against the wall. Stiles grunted in protest and Dean pulled one arm behind his back.

"This could have gone a whole lot easier if you had just cooperated."

"I don't do things easily, ask anyone." Stiles muttered against the wall.

"Ok I will. I'll ask your Alpha infact, Tell. Me. Where. He. IS." Dean pulled against Stile's arm until he heard the boy hiss in pain.

"Okay-okay. Just let go of me first." Dean pulled his arm again in warning.

"How do I know you won't run off again?"

"Because I know that you are faster than me and that I won't get away?"

"Too right you won't." Dean said as he pulled away from the boy who slowly flexed his arm and massaged it with his other hand.

"You didn't have to be so rough." He heard Stiles mutter before taking a seat in the chair nearby.

"I understand you want to protect your Alpha…" Dean began, watching Stiles face flicker with emotion, "But he needs to be stopped, he's killing people…"

"No he isn't." Stiles gritted out.

"I have reason to believe he is." Dean countered. This boy was more stubborn than Sammy. And his brother was very stubborn.

"Well he isn't. So you can just go back to where you came and…"

"Look, you stubborn little…" Dean said standing up with a force that made his chair fall over, before stopping his little speech as he listened to the sound of soft footsteps.

Stiles stood up slowly too, listening to them before stiffening as he realised they were coming towards them.

"Who's…?" Stiles began.

"Shhh." Dean hissed at him, before turning slowly and pulling his gun out of his pocket.

He crept towards the door and looked into the dark hallway but couldn't see anything moving. He heard the sound of Stiles shuffling loudly behind him and he turned to glare at the loud teenager.

Stiles whispered a; "Sorry." That wasn't whispered at all really.

Suddenly, another young boy around the same age as Stiles appeared in front of them and Dean put his finger on the trigger of his gun.

"Stop!" Stiles shouted, pushing the gun to the side and stepping in between Dean and the other boy. "It's just Scott." Stiles answered Deans questioning gaze.

"That means nothing to me." Dean said, putting his gun back into his pocket with a sigh. This kid was so annoying and frustrating.

The other kid, Scott, gently pushed Stiles to the side so he was in the view of Dean and straight away Dean's eyes widened and he pulled his gun out again.

"Whoa, would you stop being so trigger happy?" Stiles said.

"He is a beta werewolf." Dean simply stated and flexed his hand on his gun. He wondered why the other 'kid' or werewolf hadn't said anything yet.

"He's my friend. He hasn't done anything wrong." Stiles sounded desperate, like Scott he was responsible. Maybe he was, Stiles felt responsible for Scott's safety or something.

"Stiles." Scott said quietly.

Stiles looked at him and Dean did too. Scott looked pretty bad, like he'd been beaten by a wooden bat. Dean could see the worst of the wounds healing though so he didn't feel any sympathy for the kid.

"What's up?" Stiles sounded worried. "Where's Derek?"

Dean's ears pricked up, Derek was the name of the Alpha.

"They took him."

Dean frowned in confusion but Stiles face dropped like he knew exactly what Scott meant by such a simple sentence. He probably did actually, Dean thought.

"Where? How did they even..? I don't get it, what happened?" Stiles seemed to be about to have a mental break down. "Wait, come and sit down first."

Stiles pulled Scott through the door way they had been stood in and sat him down on one of the chairs in the room.

"Who's taken him?" Dean asked, finally putting his gun away for the millionth time.

"The alpha pack." Stiles answered him.

"Isn't he in the alpha pack? He is an alpha." Dean frowned.

"That's what I was trying to tell you." Stiles stressed, "He is an alpha but he's not part of their pack. They have been killing people in our town and we." He gestured to him and Scott, "And Derek have been trying to stop them!"

Dean sat down with a sigh and briefly thought of what Sam was up to right now. He had gone off to talk to some of the families of the people who had been killed whilst Dean himself had gone to talk to the pretty strawberry blonde he had seen walking down the street.

Her name had been Lydia and he had realised she was a lot younger then what he had first presumed. He asked her if she knew anything about the strange murders that had been going on but she told him that she didn't know anything. He had a sense she was lying so had pressed her until she told him to go talk to a boy called Stiles who she thought was at the sheriffs department at the moment and knew more than she did. She gave him a description of Stiles so he knew who he was looking for. He thanked her and he most certainly didn't watch her cute behind swish as she walked away.

When he had gotten near the building he had found it suspiciously empty. He walked through the front door and saw no one was at the desk which just made him confused and feel sick in the stomach.

He walked straight through to the back and looked in some of the rooms but couldn't see anyone that was until he saw a young boy with a fuzz hair cut and The Who shirt under his layers of shirt and jacket, that reminded him of someone. He fit the description of Stiles.

"Hey. Hey Guy? You with us?"

Dean was pulled from his thoughts and focused on Stiles who was stood in front of him, clicking his fingers.

"Are you alright?" Stiles asked Dean.

"What, Oh. Yeah I'm fine." Dean looked over at Scott who was staring at him. "And it's Dean, by the way." He said after a pause.

Stiles nodded but looked like he hadn't really been listening to him, like he was now caught up in his own head.

"So, what's going on?" Dean asked. He really must text Sam he thought but it could probably wait until later. Sam would text or call him if he needed him. "Oh yeah and why is this place deserted?" Dean said looking around them.

Stiles and Scott shared a look.

"Recently a thing happened here and so they have closed this building down whilst they sort stuff out, it's all very complicated." Stiles answered, his forehead wrinkled as he tried to think of how to explain.

"A thing?"

"Yeah." Scott replied.

"Okay?" Dean said. "So, I'm guessing you're not meant to be in here right now?"

"Huh? Oh, no. But we use it as a place to meet and also I like to go through the files that they didn't remove." Stiles said.

"So, what's going on with this alpha pack stuff. Where have they taken Derek?" Dean asked, he saw Stiles face flinch with worry and sorrow.

"We don't know." Stiles sighed. "But I plan on getting him back."

"Stiles, there is no chance we can get Derek. He is with the Alpha pack. I am just a beta and you are just human." Scott said.

"Scott. We don't have a choice. We have to find him." Stiles said quietly.

"Stiles..."

"How would you feel if they took Allison?" Stiles interrupted.

Scott's face relaxed into understanding and he nodded his head.

"Okay. Yeah, you're right."

Dean was mildly confused and what has just happened but didn't say anything, it wasn't really any of his business.

Dean took out his phone but there wasn't any texts or missed calls from Sam. It was getting a little bit late now and he pulled up Sam's number to call.

Scott suddenly stood up, all his injures were fading now and he looked steadily at Dean.

"Do you know a guy who is really tall and has long hair?" Scott said.

Dean quickly looked up from his phone and pressed the button the cancel the call. He felt his stomach twist and his throat went dry as he tried not to panic.

"Yeah, why? What's up with him? Did you see him anywhere?" Dean said each question a mile a minute.

"I think they..." Scott swallowed. "I think they took him as well."