Stilinski & Winchester

by badfanfictionaire

Sam and Dean pick up the victim of a werewolf attack from the side of the road. They're used to killing monsters like werewolves, but their new friend Stiles? Not so much. His best friend is the werewolf in question, and Stiles needs the Winchesters' help to save him from a group of hunters that kidnapped him, Allison, and Lydia. Can Stiles convince them Scott's not a threat?

1. Chapter 1

This kid was scrawny and obviously had ADHD. As Dean hauled him into the backseat of the impala and out of the road, he kept babbling excessively. He was saying something about a werewolf and needing to find a girl named Allison and her friend Lydia. "Calm down," Dean said sternly, slamming the door shut, "We're going to get you to the hospital and then you can tell us what happened."

"No but you don't understand!" He responded, "He's gone, Scott's gone, they took him off in their car. He's going to hurt someone if Allison's not with him." He winced, leaning back on the seat. His side was bleeding pretty badly where claws had torn through his shirt and flesh.

"We're going to find this Scott guy, don't worry," I told him, "Where ever they took him, we will figure it out. The werewolves don't stand a chance against silver bullets once we find them, so he will be fine, I promise."

"NO! No no no, you can't kill him."

"We're not going to kill Scott, we're going to find him and kill the werewolves that took him and Allison and Lydia."

"You don't get it, do you?" he wheezed painfully and arched his back, the pain was getting to him. "Scott is the werewolf, you dumbass, you can't kill him he's my best friend."

"If he's a werewolf then he's not your friend anymore," Dean grumbled, sliding into the seat next to me and starting the car, "I hate to break it to you kid, but none of the cures work, so your friend is probably better off lost."

"No no! You have got to listen to me, I don't know who you guys think you are but you can't just kill him, he's a sixteen year old high schooler and he's totally okay, he's just currently kidnapped. You're really just going to say you have to kill him? Who the hell are you people?!"

"We're the Winchesters," I said calmly, "I'm Sam, and this is my brother, Dean. And we hunt monsters, for a living. Believe it or not. I know it's hard to understand now, but seriously, you're not going to like what your friend turns into on the full moon."

In the backseat he slumped over against the window and banged his head on the glass, "You guys are nuts! Freaking nuts, just great…."