I'm sorry it's taken me so long to get back into this series but it's taken me a while to want to even touch Teen Wolf again. The only way I can really do it is to retcon a ton of shit. But that's what AU's are for, right? I've got a lot of plans for this series, though! I hope you enjoy!
A few days after they'd gotten back to the batcave and had started getting deeper into the process of figuring out what all they had in the old place, Dean's phone began ringing.
Pulling himself out of the box of books he was currently rooting through, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and frowned down at the unfamiliar number. Across the table, Sam paused what he was doing and tilted his head curiously. His expression was questioning as the phone continued to ring in his brother's hand.
Shrugging a little, Dean swiped his finger across the screen and lifted it to his ear.
"Hello?"
The line was quiet for a long moment and Dean frowned, pulling his phone away from his ear for a second to check the number again. A California area code. He pressed it against his ear again just in time to hear the person on the other end start speaking.
"Hi." Dean could hear the teenager's awkward shift as he paused. "This is Stiles, you said I could call and I'm calling. Not that we need any help I just need some information on something. You know, more than what our measly little bestiary has."
Sam got up from his side of the table and Dean rolled his eyes, pulling the phone back from his ear and setting it to speaker phone.
"We do know a little about a lot of things so we might be able to help." Dean said helpfully, leaning back in his chair as he exchanged a look with Sam. "So shoot."
It didn't sit well either of them that a bunch of teenagers had put themselves in the path of the supernatural. Especially not with how active the murderous kind of monsters were there. It seemed like every few months something new was going on a killing spree.
So both of the brothers were on the same page with this. If the kids needed help, it was priority over almost everything else.
"Uh...how much do you know about Berserkers? Specifically, how to survive against one."
Sam immediately sat up straight and Dean's brows furrowed, suddenly not liking the reason for this call.
"...Are you dealing with a Berserker in town?" Sam asked slowly, glancing over at Dean worriedly.
"No! Of course not! That'd be silly, right?" Stiles answered immediately, something like a hysterical edge entering his voice. "This is just for...research purposes. You know, just for in case. Knowledge is power and everything, right?"
The look the brother's exchanged clearly said they weren't buying that but Dean didn't say anything, instead leaning back in his chair as Sam took the phone from him and started off towards one of the bookshelves.
"I don't know much off the top of my head but I can start looking? We recently came into a pretty big library on the supernatural…"