I don't own Teen Wolf or Supernatural or any of the Characters, nor do I own any songs that may appear. This will be multi-chaptered, at least 3, it's also the first fanfiction I've ever written so I hope it comes out alright.

Chapter 1

"Beacon Hills?" Dean asked, "I've never heard of it." Sam rolled his eyes.

"That's not surprising. It's a town in Northern California. About one hour from San Francisco. Population: a little over 50,000. There have been a series of animal attacks." Sam closed his MacBook and pushed it farther on the dirty coffee table. He had gathered all the information he needed.

"But if they were really animal attacks you wouldn't be telling me this."

"Exactly"

"How'd you find out about it?"

"Garth"

"Garth," Dean said with a sigh. Ever since Bobby had died, Garth was trying to do his best at becoming the hunters' go-to researcher. "Well," Dean continued to say, "he may not be favorite, but at least he's trying. Who tipped him off?"

"Gerard and the Argents. They asked for us specifically"

A smile began to form on Dean's face as he laid down on the dingy motel bed. He had just taken a shower to remove any blood left over from his latest endeavors. He took a deep breath, but unfortunately, any smell of cleanliness was overpowered by the stench of the third rate motel Sam and he was staying in. "They're werewolf hunter royalty. If they need our help, then some serious shit must be hitting the fan." "And Judging by that smile on your face, I'm going to assume you know them somehow," Sam said to Dean. He replied "Dad worked with them once like a thousand years back. You were too young to remember them. A werewolf was terrorizing a San Francisco neighborhood, an Alpha and its large pack. Took dad and Gerard a few days because those sons-of-bitches fought like hell. Didn't matter, Dad came out on top as always ."

"But I highly doubt that's the reason you have that ridiculous grin on your face."

" Kate Argent, I caught up with her while you were running around in Stanford. She gave me one of the best two nights of my life"

"Two nights?"

"I asked for an encore and boy did she deliver. Hunters do it best apparently."

"Please don't ever describe your sex life like that to me ever again."

Dean got up from the bed and shrugged. "So are we heading to Sunny California or to Louisiana?" A few days prior, Sam and Dean had read a newspaper clipping from New Orleans. It told about a 150 year old abandoned mansion that was supposedly haunted. Normally, that itself would not have gotten the boys' attention. What had gotten their attention was that anytime a group of teenagers snuck in, only one came out. And that lucky person always screamed about a group of children with hair white as cotton and eyes filled with blood.

Sam continued to speak,"Well, with the place we are now, it's about equidistant from here to California or Louisiana." The Winchesters had just finished up with their recent case. They were called to Denver, Co by stories of animalistic killings and attacks towards people. Turns out it was a Rugaru. The poor man, Tristan O'Callaghan, had been a successful lawyer living the dream: 6,000sq ft house, the latest cars and technology, an equally successful wife, and a happy marriage. That dream came to a crashing halt when Mr. O'Callaghan ripped out the throat and organs of his 11 year old daughter and went on a rampage. The case was a bit hard for Sam, he had kept on wondering if this would have been his life if had made to decision to go to law school. He had decided even if he had, Lucy would still have come knocking. Sam continued, "But to be honest, I'm in the mood for Cajun food."

Dean replied, "Yeah, but the thing about New Orleans is that it's one of the most haunted cities in the country. We go there, we're going to get our hands 20 feet deep with trying to exorcise every demon and banish every ghost we cross. Not only that, we can't ignore a request from a family friend. C'mon, we head to California, we kill some werewolves or whatever has the Argents asking us for help, and then we spend some time in that famous Californian sun with those famous Californian women. It'll be a nice break for us before we work on those trials."

"Let's make sure we spend some time in San Fran and luckily you'll find a parade and make friends ," Sam muttered under his breath.

"What'd you say?"

"Nothing, whatever, off to California we go."

"Scott, you had to be there, it was one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen, she should be considered one of the great wonders of the world," Stiles said excitedly… for the umpteenth time.

Scott replied, "I'm sorry Stiles, I was too busy seeing one of my fellow werewolves getting cut in half by a goddamn sword by my girlfriend's goddamn werewolf hunting grandfather." Stiles shook his head.

"I don't think you understand how monumental this is for me, you've been doing it with Allison since… I don't know. Two months?"

Scott thought to himself for a moment. To be honest, it didn't bother Scott that they weren't talking that much about the unknown man. It was sad that he died, but ultimately neither Scott nor Stiles, not even Derek had known him. Finally, Scott said with smirk, "Yeah, you're right, and it's actually been 1 month and 12 days."

"Wow, why don't you use those superior math skills to not fail math class?"

"Wow, why don't you lose your virginity?"

"Scotty, I will not lose anything, I will simply gain a better understanding of the world. But you still had to be there. Pure beauty, I mean, I knew I would see her one day, but it's still so damn beautiful."

"Was it as beautiful as when you made a face plant with the ground and your father had to drag your sorry ass to your car or was she as beautiful as those girls that help you fall asleep at night?"

"Way better."

"Gentlemen, I'm sure the class would love to know more about your sexual conquests, please speak louder, it's not as if I assigned homework 10 minutes go, but I'm sure you don't need to do it. Especially you Scott, it's not as if you're failing my class or anything like that." Mr. Harris thundered. Scott and Stiles had not noticed that Mr. Harris had been listening intensly at the boys' conversation.

"I'm sorry Mr. Harris," Stiles began to say, "I forgot that homework is typically due the next day and that I have at least 15 hours to complete it." Mr. Harris made his lips into a thin line and gave an exasperated sigh.

"Mr. Stilinski, I hope you leave that attitude when you have detention with me after school tomorrow."

"I have a lacrosse game!"

"Maybe you should have thought of that before you decided to be a smart aleck with me! Oh and that's why I said tomorrow not today. But you know, that doesn't even matter, I'm sure Coach won't miss a player warming up the benches."

Stiles sighed in defeat. Scott leaned over and whispered, "What the hell was that for?"

He replied, "If Harris is going to ride my ass for the rest of the year because of something my father did, I'm going to have some fun." Stiles spent the remaining 10 minutes failing at doing stoichiometry while Scott spent it daydreaming about the life Allison and he could have had if Derek, for the most part, hadn't royally screwed things up. Finally, the bell rang to signify the end of class, and Scott and Stiles began to pack up their items and leave. As they left the classroom, Mr. Harris stopped them.

"Werewolves, really?" he said.

"Um, online video game community," Scott quickly said and hurried out with Stiles in tow. Scott made a mental to learn how to lower his voice when talking about werewolf business.

"Stiles!" a voice cried out as Scott and Stiles walked through the hall. Stiles turned around and saw that it was Allison.

"Hey," he replied.

"I need to talk to you." Allison dragged Stiles far away from Scott. Scott had gotten used to these type of encounters. Ever since Gerard and Allison's mom somehow entered the school's administration, Allison and he had been taking even more care to not be seen together. Still, it hurt Scott to see Allison drag Stiles away and not him. Allison took him the opposite of the hallway, where there was enough people to cover if her grandfather or mother came snooping around.

"What do you want? Wait, you need me to tell Scott that your parents put bars on your window."

"Um, no, although, that wouldn't surprise me. Listen you need to tell Scott about this. Two guys, brothers I think, came into my house last night. My parents probably thought I was sleeping, but I snuck out when I heard talking, I really couldn't hear anything. I think they're hunters."

"Um, how do you know they weren't just regular people and why would your parents' be getting more hunters?"

Allison developed a hurt look on her face. "Kate's death, probably," she said. Despite the fact, Kate emotionally manipulated and physically tortured Derek, burned down his house, killing everyone in it and tried getting Allison to kill Scott, Stile still understood that Allison loved her Aunt despite all of that. Allison kept on speaking "And how many times do you think regular people visit my house at 1am in the morning? I don't know what my parents have in store for the werewolves. I don't think they trust me, they probably still think Scott's seeing me somehow."

"Which is true," Stiles interjected. Allison began to glare at him. "Derek says your family has declared war on the werewolves," Stiles to her Said, "Maybe they just want as many people as possible. Which makes sense. Derek is busy building up a pack, your grandfather is busy building up an army and there's a non-werewolf monster running around. Do you their names? How they look? "

Allison replied, "I don't know their names, and when my parents dropped me off this morning they didn't mention anything about them."

Stiles began to talk again, "But how did they look?" She sighed.

"Their backs were toward me so I'm not sure. All I can tell you is that one has long brown hair and is a freaking giant, and the other is slightly shorter but still really tall."