Beacon Hills was abuzz. There was a new family moving in. Well, new was fairly relative seeing as one of the members of the family was actually born in Beacon Hills and moved away when he was about five years old. Stiles Stilinski was back in Beacon Hills, not because he wanted to be; but, because it was his father's last wish. The man had hoped for his son to return home after his passing. So, the sixteen (almost seventeen, he stressed) year old moved back to town with his new guardians; his uncles, Sam and Dean Winchester. Stiles was not sure what he thought about being back home. He only had vague memories of the place, and none of them were good. The teen frowned faintly as he was dropped off at the school so that he could finish up his registration before classes.

He tried to ignore the stares he got as he went, though one particular group made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. There was a tall, sporty looking guy with his arm draped over a slightly shorter guy's shoulders (whom Stiles heard was named Issac), another boy with curly hair practically glued to a pretty brunette girl's side (and she looked vaguely familiar), and a teen that was either Hawaiian or had family that was that was showing a redhead something in a magazine (or he had before before they spotted Stiles). Really, was it that odd to get a new student in Beacon Hills? Of course, Stiles mentally snorted at that thought. Of course it was. The town was like a speck on the map. It was the town they usually passed through; but, it had been his dad's wish. Damn it.

"D'you know who that is?" Stiles heard someone ask as he walked into the office, closing the door behind him to muffle the conversations that followed him. He really hated being the new kid. It was his junior year of high school. He should have been used to it by then; but, he wasn't. "Uhm, I'm here to sign some papers and get my schedule."

"Ah, yes, you must be Stiles," the school principal, Mr. Hogg. He smirked a little, gesturing for the teen to go into the other room of the office. "You don't mind that I call you 'Stiles', right? Your file did say that was what you preferred to be called."

Stiles shrugged a little, dropping down in one of the chairs. "That's fine."

"Good. Now, let's get started, and we can get you on your way."

"Everyone, this is our newest student, Stiles..." the teacher said, her brow lifting a little as she read the note. Then, the chemistry teacher smiled up at him and said, "Well, Stiles, why don't you introduce yourself to the class?"

The brown-eyed boy glanced around the room a little, spotting the odd students from the hall earlier among the different, unknown faces. Well, he vaguely recognized a few of them, probably from pre-school. "Ah, well, I'm Stiles Stilinski," there was a murmur of recognition at his last name and he shrugged a little. "Used to live here, moved away for a bit, now 'm back. There's not much to tell, really." Stiles shrugged again and went to the empty seat in the classroom, not missing one of the murmurs about the story in the newspaper talking about his father's death. Small towns. Got to love them. Not.

Stiles sank down in his seat with a heavy sigh as the teacher started to talk about covalent bonds. It was going to be a long day.

He was correct in that assumption, and by the time the day was done, Stiles just wanted to go home and sleep forever. Okay, so forever was a bit much, but sleep was a good idea. Maybe he could get a nap in before he had to finish helping unloading all the boxes. He absently toyed with his phone, sliding his thumb over the touch screen as he walked outside the school building, hoping that his uncle's Impala would be waiting, but it wasn't. Or, maybe it was. Stiles' brow lifted when he spotted it all the way across the parking lot, next to a black Camero that he could see Dean checking out. The car's owner did not seem very pleased and was trying to keep calm. It seemed the curly haired kid from before (Scott McCall, Stiles believed) grabbing Mr. AngryFace's shoulder was the only thing keeping him from hitting Dean. Stiles sighed, rolled his eyes, and walked over to his uncle, grabbing the man's arm before tugging him away from the Camero. "We've talked about this," Stiles said, leading Dean toward the Impala. "No commandeering other peoples' cars."

Stiles ignored Dean's protests and shoved the man into the driver's seat before starting around the car to climb into the passenger. He paused only for a moment as he glanced over to Scott and AngryFace, who did not seem so angry anymore. He actually was rather attractive and Stiles smiled faintly at him before climbing into the Impala. "Let's get out of here."

The drive to the house they had bought, located on the edge of town (far enough away that they could practice without alarming anyone, but close enough that if they needed to walk to the store for something, they could), was filled with silence between the family members and Bohemian Rhapsody on the radio. Stiles tapped his fingers on his leg in time with the music, lip synching the entire way while Dean had a faint smirk on his lips as he drove. "Oh, c'mon, Stiles, it was a killer car," Dean said. "And the guy was just fine with me helping with the flat."

"That's not an invitation to pop the hood, and you know it," Stiles replied with a roll of his eyes.

"So, change of subject. Apparently, there's been some really strange animal attacks in the area."

Stiles groaned and hit his head on the headrest as he lifted a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. "No." He did not even have to look at Dean to look at the appalled look on his uncle's face. "No. No researching, no looking, no case work, no hunting. You promised."

The elder of the two sighed as he turned into the driveway to their new place. "We can't just ignore blatant signs of-"

"You can and you will. Can't I just have a normal year and a half of high school before we fall into that shit again? I mean, the world is not going to end just because we take a sabbatical. There will still be things that go bump in the night after I graduate."

"Just one?"

"No."

"Please?"

Stiles groaned and got out of the car after Dean turned it off. "No. I thought you were supposed to be the adult here."

The two of them made their way into the two-story farmhouse that the three family members, and the elder two's friend, Castiel, had bought. Cas and Dean shared a two bed, large bedroom while Sam and Stiles each had rooms of their own. It was a big place with three bathrooms, a living room, a huge kitchen and dining area, a utility room, and a wrap-around porch. There were many acres around the place, perfect for target practice; and, it was close to a magical hot spot, which Stiles planned on helping him learn a bit more. No hunting for the next two years; but, that did not mean they could not practice and learn. "What if a vampire shows up on the porch? What're we supposed to do then? Sit back and give it blood bags?" Dean questioned, ignoring Sam's questioning about what's going on.

"You're ridiculous," Stiles muttered to himself, shaking his head as he went up to the room that would be his. He had a bed and a desk set up, and many boxes littering the room. He had one poster tacked up onto his wall, but other than that, it was still bare. "I'm going for a run!"

Stiles breathed heavily as he ran, listening to some good music to get his energy going. He exhaled with each step, keeping his eyes darting from the overgrown path he was following to straight ahead of him so that he would not trip on anything. He had ran two miles, and he slowly came to a stop, breathing heavily as he took his earphones out, doubling over slightly while focusing on breathing. He reached into the small sports bag he had on his back to grab the water bottle he had there and took a drink with a glance to his right after seeing something out of the corner of his eye. The teen turned to fully look when he realize it was AngryFace from before.

The man seemed to be studying him with interest. Stiles could easily tell that the man was tense, even from that distance. "What're you doing out here?" the guy asked, his voice having a sharp edge to it.

Even his voice was hot. Okay, maybe it had been too long since Stiles had found someone attractive. He had spent most of his time with his uncles lately. Stiles jerked his thumb back the way he came. "Running," was his breathless answer.

"This is private property."

"Oh, sorry..." Stiles shrugged a little. There were no signs posted anywhere. How was he to kno? "Should post a sign or somethin'." He took another drink out of his water bottle and the other man turned to leave, only to stop when the brown-eyed teen called out, "I'm Stiles."

The other man turned to look at the boy once again, studying Stiles for a moment before saying, "Derek."

Stiles watched as the man, Derek, turned to leave once again, and actually did so that time. The teen just stood there for a moment longer before smiling and starting to run back for home, careful of any branches or underbrush that might try to pick him up. Maybe transferring to the sleepy town of Beacon Hills would not be as bad as he had thought.