Hello!

So this is a slight crossover between Teen Wolf and Supernatural. Pretty much I'm taking stiles and Lydia and putting them into the first episode of Supernatural, without Sam and Dean. The ship is Stiles and Lydia but it's not going to be overly obvious. It's going to be a short story, with about 4-5 chapters, that just recount the first episode. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own either Teen Wolf or Supernatural, or anything you may recognise.

The whole trip started with a single letter, one that lead to more clues: coordinates, newspaper clippings, anonymous tips and even more letters. Someone needed their help and whether it was by chance that they found the letter or if it was always going to find them, no one knew. But they had to help this person, the person who reached out, blindly, hoping someone would come find them. If only everyone knew that it would take a year to find and help this person, then perhaps more would have joined the journey. Regardless, someone needed them and they were going to help them matter what happened to them. Even if they died.

'To whomever finds this,

I have directed this letter to find someone who knows of the supernatural. If that is not you, please pass the letter on.

If it is you, then something happened and I can't deal with it alone. I need help, your help. The others I reached out to suggested that people in Beacon Hills could help, so I'm putting my faith in you. The thing I need help with, is a what. It's not human and it's killing everyone. Destroying them. I need you to help.

I know I'm asking a lot from you, asking you to make a leap of faith. I mean you have no clue who I am but I'm hoping this letter will appeal to your good nature.

If you will lend me your aid, head to Jericho, California. Once there, I'm hoping you'll know what to do.

- R. K

The letter laid upon the Sheriff's desk, front and centre. It sat there until the Sheriff walked in and read every word written on that page. After reading, the Sheriff threw it back on the table, sighed and leaned back in his chair. His hands came up to his head, while his mind whirled. He knew that if Stiles knew about this, he would leave Beacon Hills to help this person. But he didn't know if he could hand his son the letter and watch him leave. Eventually, the letter found its way into his pocket, some of the words smudged but still legible. The piece of paper weighed a ton in his pocket as he brought it home, against his fatherly instincts. He couldn't treat Stiles like a kid anymore.

"Hey, Dad!" Stiles greeted from the kitchen, when the front door opened. He smiled when he heard his father's footsteps freeze.

"Stiles? Are you making dinner?" His father slowly made his way into the kitchen, like a dog following a scent.

"Yeah. Bacon and eggs, I hope that's cool?" Stiles turned his attention back to the frying bacon, careful not to burn it.

"I thought we decided we should go out? Not, that bacon and eggs aren't great." His father tried to cover his tone as to not upset his son.

"Yeah, but it's like 9pm, and I have school tomorrow. So-" His dad cut him off as he glanced over Stiles' shoulder.

"Is that Turkey bacon?" He asked in the tone that was usually reserved for interrogations. Stiles gave him a sly smile as he dished out dinner. "Are you seriously going to make me have Turkey bacon again?"

"You may hate me, but I can practically hear your heart singing my name." The two Stilinski's laughed as they took their respective plates to their small dinning table.

Dinner was fairly quiet, with Stiles talked every so often about the pack. Every time he mentioned it, the Sheriff almost cringed, remembering what weighed his jacket down. "Is everything okay, dad?" The Sheriff cursed as he should have tried harder to keep his son from worrying.

"Yeah, everything's fine, kiddo. I-uh found this letter today. It's probably for you." His dad responded, fishing the crumpled letter out of his pocket.

"What do you mean probably for me? It would say to Stiles, if it was for me." The Sheriff smiled, handing his son the letter.

Still eyeing his father, Stiles unfolded the letter and allowed his eyes to scan over every word. "Someone needs help? Like of the supernatural variety? I have to tell Scott and Lydia and Malia and Kira-"

"Wait, Stiles. If you go, you'll miss out on school. Possibly setting you back a year." The Sheriff used his dad tone on Stiles, making him slowly eat his words and glance down at his half finished dinner.

Suddenly, a look crossed Stiles' face, one that said a realisation just hit him, right in the face. "You said 'if you go', not 'you're not going'. Are you giving me permission to run off and help with something supernatural?"

"Look, kid. If I could tell you to stay, I would. But you're almost eighteen and I know that you have to help. That's what you do. So, yes. You can go, but please take someone with you." Stiles was surprised that that was his dad's only condition. But nothing was going to stop him from helping.

Stiles stood in disbelief in front of Scott and Kira at Scott's locker at school the next afternoon. He had gone all day without mentioning the letter and now, Stiles was just bursting to tell people.

"So the two you just want to stay here, go to school, go to class?" The lovebirds both nodded, slowly. As if they weren't speaking the same language as Stiles. "I've never heard anything so irresponsible in my life." Stiles exclaimed as he slammed Scott's locker. "Like seriously, Scott." He lowered his voice, as the three of them began to walk to the parking lot.

"You're the true Alpha and this guy needs help with the supernatural, why don't you want to help him?" Stiles sounded defeated and his voice had deflated severely.

"It's not that I don't want to help, Stiles. It's just not our problem. And if I miss too much more school, I'm going to fail."

"Scott's right, Stiles. This guy isn't in Beacon Hills, we don't know him and he doesn't know us. It's not our problem." Kira sided with her boyfriend, her tone as if she was letting Stiles down easy.

"But, it is our problem, Scott! This letter came to my dad, no one else will help this dude if we don't!" Stiles protested as he planted his feet in the ground. Scotts and Kira not noticing. "And since when did you care about failing?" This made them turn around and Scott opened his mouth about to reply when another voice joined the conversation.

"Who needs help? And why is Scott failing?" Lydia appeared out of nowhere. Stiles whipped around and saw the beautiful strawberry blonde standing there, right behind him.

"Here. And Scott doesn't want to help for the fear of failing school. " Stiles handed her the letter. He watched her grass green eyes flick across the page. Finally, after what was some of the longest seconds of Stiles' life, her eyes met his.

"We have to help him."

"Thank you!" Stiles sang, his tone almost appearing condescending to Scott. His eyes shifting with blame at Scott.

"But-" Stiles' eyes flicked straight back to Lydia.

"Oh no, no buts!"

"I promised Jordan I would help him, you know figure out who or what he is. " Lydia weakly protested.

"Scott can do that, since he doesn't have anything else to do." Stiles' tone sounded a little hurt and Scott shifted his puppy eyes towards Stiles.

"I already agreed to help him." Stiles avoided Scott's gaze by looking at Lydia. He could practically see the fight going on inside her head. She wanted to help this person, but there was something between her and Deputy Parrish that she couldn't just ignore.

"Fine, I'll go on my own. I'm leaving tomorrow, anyone who wants to come, be at my house at 8 tomorrow morning." Stiles decided, the realisation that he still had to pack, suddenly kicking in. "Otherwise, I'll call you guys once I stop." Stiles called as he jogged to his jeep and started his baby up.

Lydia sat on her bed that evening thinking about the letter. They couldn't sit around and do nothing, her words from a while a go flooding her ears. "The other night, I helped saved someone's life. That felt really good." She remembered thinking she was no longer going to be the person who just finds the body, but someone who stops other bodies from piling up. She couldn't do that by figuring out what Jordan is. And like Stiles said, Scott could do it. He is the Alpha. She hardly registered that she had started packing her things until she was zipping up her bag. "I guess my mind is made up." She laughed to herself. But another thought weaselled it's way in her head. Are you doing this for you or for Stiles?

"Of course I'm doing this for me. Why would I do it for Stiles, he's just my friend." She told herself. That's all they were ever going to be. Best friends.

The next morning, Lydia walked up the path and prepared herself to knock on the door. She froze when she heard his voice.

"I'm leaving now, dad! I'll call you when I stop."

"Two hours, Stiles! No driving any longer than two hours!" She almost laughed when she heard the concerned key in the Sheriff's words. Surely the Sheriff would know that Stiles looked out for everyone else but himself. Stiles would want to get to Jericho as quickly as possible. However, listening to their conversation wasn't very smart as Stiles threw the front door open and almost hit her in the face.

"Oh my god! Lydia! I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there." They both knew he was going to say didn't expect you to be there but she smiled. "Is there one more for the road trip?" Stiles grinned.

"For Lydia Martin? Of course, there's always room!" He offered to put her bag in the back as she hopped in the passenger seat. "So, team mostly human off to protect someone form the supernatural? There's no way this can go wrong." Lydia commented as the jeep started and they began their road trip.

"Don't jinx it before we've even left Beacon Hills. Knowing my luck, now the jeep will break down in the middle of nowhere!" The two laughed, a laugh that seemed to tickle the soul. One that neither had laughed in a long time.