Your Author Pixie: So this is a fic. It came to me in the shower and wouldn't leave me alone. It's going to be mainly a Teen Wolf fic with Supernatural and True Blood people coming into it here and there. So yeah, mainly Teen Wolf. Let's see...this is season two canon and then it goes out of it and into AU. Stiles/Derek, Allison/Scott, and Lydia/Jackson are the pairings I know for this. Everything after this is free game.

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A constant ring kept coming and coming in his ears. Stiles popped open an eye trying to fight against this annoying little bee that just wouldn't shut the heck up. Didn't it know he didn't care to be woken up to its noise? He had a war, a legit i-shit-you-not war, going on with birds who thought making their songs public domain was cute. Mornings that started before 9 a.m. on a good day were seriously wrong, to the point of homicide wrong. On a bad day he was willing to try taking down the Great Wall of China with a damn spork if it would allow him some more sleep.

The ringing wouldn't stop. It had to be at least five solid minutes now and Stiles was getting frustrated. If the shuffling around him or the tightening around his waist was anything to go by then his bedmates were getting annoyed as well. He was surprised they hadn't done something drastic and totally worth it at the present moment about the noise considering their werewolf hearing. Stiles slid open his other eye fully awake now and perfectly upset realizing his phone was the criminal in this game of annoying-the-hell-out-of-stiles-like-its-a-life-style. He didn't realize it at first since he almost never gets calls from people he didn't know and for the people he did know they had fitting soundtracks form their persons. Erica had 'She Wolf', Lydia got 'I'll Put a Spell on You', Jackson was 'Sexy & I Know It', Peter was 'Every Breath You Take' (personally speaking Stiles thought that one deserved an award for making it up). Scott got 'Smells like Teen Spirit', Allison was special and awarded 'Defying Gravity', Boyd took 'Hey Jude', while Isaac actually picked 'Thriller'. Danny had 'Fersure', Deaton went by 'I called the Witch Doctor', Derek perfectly was stuck with 'Hungry like the Wolf' and finally his dad got 'I shot the Sheriff But I Didn't Shoot the Deputy'.

Curious but still upset about waking up at…What the hell time was it again anyway? Wiggling around so that he could see the time Stiles groaned, it was 8:00 a.m. It was 8:00 a.m. on a freaking Saturday morning. It was 8:00 a.m. on a Saturday morning after a full moon run the other night. Who the hell was calling him? What the actually hell was wrong with people? I'm going to kill them. I'm going to actually make an invention that can go through phones and I'm going to kill them slowly for messing with my sleep Stiles thought to himself. Well he thought he was just talking inside his mind but when Isaac whimpered and cuddled more into his stomach, he realized he had spoken it out loud as well. Huffing and even more disgruntled than before he twisted and turned, flailed a bit, and hopped out of the bed padding over to his discarded pants over by the door searching his pockets for the phone. Looking and seeing a number he didn't recognize, hell the number wasn't even from this state, he pondered once more if he should even bother with the call. The ringing stopped allowing him the chance to see that there were 20 calls from the same number in the last 10 minutes. Twisting his mouth into a frown he waited, someone that annoying was going to call back again. He would bet his red hoodie on it, and he loved that hoodie nearly more than he loved his pack mom t-shirt. Two minutes later and the ringing started again, he answered after the second ring.

"Who the hell is this and if it's you great father of mine this is very poor timing for calling me. I mean I didn't sleep until late and couldn't this seriously have waited for later?" he asked blinking away some last bits of sleep from his eyes.

"You seriously talk to your dad that way, kid? Kinda messed up, don'tcha think?" Stiles body froze, his face twisting into a black hostile expression. "It's Dean Winchester." The creak on the bed alerted him that the werewolves were actually listening and were now up. He clicked the button that would allow the call to be on speakers. Everyone needed to hear this.

He didn't have to turn around to know that Derek's normal scowl would be tinted vengeful nor that Lydia's smile would be sanguine like sugar arsenic. He knew his pack like the back of his hand, he knew Isaac was trying to fight the urge to shift while Erica had her amber livid eyes trained on the phone in his grip hoping to be able to reach through. Stiles knew the only thing stopping them both was Boyd's controlled grim aura along with his grip around both their necks. Allison would be thinking in her head how best to skin something that was human and which bow would be the best way to take the prey down dividing her time with rubbing calming strokes up and down Scott's arms trying to make sure the most he would do was glower into the ceiling. He knew that Jackson was growling low stroking his claws across his legs trying hard to keep his anger and not a drop of his agonized memories break through. Danny would be the only one who didn't understand, the only one who was spared the terror that had haunted them. His pack, his beautiful wonderful pack that had nearly died the last time the fucking Winchesters had come to town, were angry.

"What in the name of your twisted fucking hell do you want Winchester? No better yet, why aren't you dead?" Stiles replied barely containing the urge to growl. The wolf tendencies were rubbing off on him every day. He felt like trying to claw out both their eyes with claws.

"Look kid-" Dean started but Stiles was already prepared for blood. And did he fucking just call him a kid? Did he just really call him a little kid? Who the hell was he? What right did he get to say shit?

"Fuck you! I hope Lucy welcomes your brother with open arms and shows him how much he's missed his sweet ass." He shouted. He was getting angrier the longer he heard him speak, the longer he started to remember their last encounter.

"If you're not careful, I'll make sure it's your ass he takes out for a ride." Dean's voice was strained, obviously holding back some other retort. "Look, I wouldn't call you if I didn't have to. And we have to. We're hunting something, or two things." Dean shouted back with just as much vigor in his voice, like he had any right to be angry.

"What does it have to do with us?" Derek asked right behind Stiles and goodness he must have been losing it too much that he didn't even hear Derek move to him. Stiles looked at him and raised an eyebrow at the alpha that had a face that didn't reflect his tone at all. Two hundred points to Hufflepuff for being level headed enough not to yank the phone out of his fingers and throw it across the room as his face clearly showed he wished to do.

"There's a one thousand year old Viking vampire last name Northman traveling with some part fairy women," Sam replied coming through the phone and if that didn't make Jackson even angrier growling louder.

"I still don't see why we should care what that has to do with us-"

"As in, chase it somewhere else. As in, don't even come into our territory." Stiles finished, he wanted this so done. He wanted this so freaking done it wasn't funny.

"Oh I don't know, it's killed fourteen people the past two months and at least two other people who turned into flea bags once a month that weren't on the list." Dean bellowed back.

The roars he got back for yelling at Stiles would make anyone cringe in terror. Stiles hoped he nearly crashed his car into a tree. He hoped they got hurt. So hurt they couldn't move and they couldn't die, because he had done his research and even saw the angel of the fucking messed up lord and knew it would just bring them back. And maybe they would get healed by the same angel but at least they would suffer. They would suffer so much and he was hyperventilating. Derek wrapped an arm around his body rubbing small circles on his side to calm him down.

"We're coming with or without your permission. This is just a courtesy call." Sam retorted before the line hung up.

The howls which followed were full of anger and pain and promise. Stiles hoped they heard it somehow. He hoped they knew what they were signing up for. Last time they nearly died at the hands of the Winchesters. This time would be different.


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