"Shit. Oh God." Dean cursed and quickly pressed the call button on his phone again. 'Hi, this is Sam... Please leave a message after the-' Dean hung up angrily and shoved his phone back in his pocket.

"Dude, are you okay?" Stiles asked him.

Dean willed himself not to panic and forced himself to think clearly. 'Sam will be okay, Sam will be okay' repeating over and over in his mind.

"I have to go." Dean strode over to the door before he was stopped by a hand on his arm. He looked over his shoulder and saw the two boys; Scott who looked just damn scared and Stiles whose face could mirror his own.

"I have to come with you." Stiles said, still holding his arm.

Dean frowned, "What? No."

"I have to help you. I need to find Derek." Stiles pleaded.

"Stiles, you shouldn't-" Scott said.

"Scott, I have to!" Stiles shouted at him, Dean noticed the boy was ever so slightly shaking. Either because he was angry or frightened, Dean didn't know.

"I can help." Stiles said firmly, this time he was talking to Dean.

"It's going to be dangerous..." Dean said.

"I can handle danger." Stiles said, his look made something in Dean crumble. It was the same look he got when Sam was in danger. This Derek must mean a lot to him.

"Okay. Fine, you can come." Dean relented. He knew he'd probably regret it in the long run but there wasn't time to over think, he had to get going.

"I don't think it's a good idea..." Scott said. "Please Stiles; I don't want you to get killed." He added, like it was an afterthought.

"And I don't want Derek to either." Stiles replied simply.

Scott didn't look convinced but he didn't say anything else as he followed them out of the building.

"My car is parked a few blocks away." Dean said; he saw Stiles nodding but Scott looked like he wanted to be anywhere but here.

"Are you coming with us, Scott?" Stiles asked after a few tense moments.

"Umm." Scott looked awkward.

"Dude. If you want to stay and look out for Allison then just say." Stiles said, his eyes rolling.

"Are you sure? I can come with you if you want..." Scott said, but even Dean who didn't even know the boy could tell he really didn't want to come with them.

"No, look its fine. I understand."

Scott smiled slightly and hit Stiles on the back in a friendly gesture.

"Thanks, man. I hope everything is ok!" He called as he ran off in the opposite direction.

Dean heard Stiles muttering something under his breath but he couldn't quite catch it.

They rounded the corner and Dean saw his baby sitting next to the side walk and he strode quickly over to her before stroking the door and opening it with the familiar squeak.

"Dude! This is your car?" He heard from the other side of the Impala.

Dean smiled, he never got tired of people loving his car.

"Yep." He said still smiling before he sobered and remembered Sammy was in need of his help. "Get in. We need to go now."

He heard Stiles say "Um." But he had already gotten into the car. The passenger door opened and Stiles hesitantly got in.

"Um, do I need to get stuff from my house?"

Dean thought about it and then realised it would probably be best to be on the safe side.

"Yes, we will quickly go there and then we need to set off."

They got to Stiles house after he had directed Dean and he watched as the young boy ran inside. Stiles returned a couple minutes later with a duffle bag in his hand and he threw it into the back seat once he had got back in the car. He was huffing a bit from running.

"I left a note for my dad saying that I'm staying at Scott's for a few days." He said when Dean pulled away from the curb.

"Okay." Dean frowned. "Won't he wonder why?"

"Nah, I sometimes do stay at Scott's for more than one night so he won't question it."

Dean looked at the boy from the corner of his eye, he hardly knew him but he could tell the boy was simultaneously nervous and worried.

"Are you sure?"

Stiles looked at him.

"Yeah... I mean. Scott will cover for me if I'm-"

"I mean about coming with me, are you sure?"

"Oh. Yeah, obviously. I have to, you know."

"Yeah, I know."

"So, where are we going first?" Stiles asked, he fiddled with the dials on the stereo before stopping when Dean gave him a stern look.

"Do you know where the pack has been staying?"

Stiles frowned, "Not exactly. Just Derek said that they were somewhere in the woods, probably in a small shelter or something."

Dean flexed his grip on the steering wheel and shifted in his seat, impatient to get to Sammy.

"We will have to go look there then."

"What? The woods? It's crazy big, it could take all night. Plus it will be night. You know, dark and stuff."

"What else do you suggest?"

"Um." Stiles said.

There was an uncomfortable silence and Dean thought about how only a few hours ago he had slammed this kid into a wall and he was starting to feel bad about it.

"Uh, sorry about how we met." He said eventually, cringing at how pathetic he sounded.

Stiles looked at him.

"That's okay, dude. I'm kinda used to people slamming me against walls anyways." He said with a slight smirk.

"Huh." Dean said before he settled his eyes back on the road.

They reached the edge of the woods about 20 minutes later and Dean shut off the engine.

"You can wait here if you wan-."

"No. I'm coming with you." Stiles said before getting out the car before Dean had even finished his sentence.

"Well, alright." Dean said to himself before getting out the car as well.

He went to the back of the car and opened the trunk, he heard an intake of breath from slightly behind him and Stiles looked wide eyed.

"Are you some kind of hunter? Please tell me you are and I haven't just come into the dark woods with a serial killer."

Dean laughed which didn't seem to comfort Stiles at all.

"How do you know about hunters?" He asked instead of answering the boy's question.

"My boyfriend's a werewolf. How do you think?" Stiles snapped back before his eyes went wide like he has said something he shouldn't.

"Boyfriend, huh?" Dean said. "How can you trust him when he's some kind of monst-"

"Don't you dare say monster." Stiles said, his fists balling up at his sides.

Dean sighed, "But he is, Stiles. You may think he is different or special but he's just like the rest of them-."

"NO HE ISN'T." Stiles face was red with fury.

"I've been a hunter longer than you have been alive! I think I know what I am talking about." Dean gritted out. This situation reminded him of his brother and when he had had a soft spot for supernatural beings and Dean had to sort it out.

"But you don't even know Derek." Stiles had tears in his eyes, "Or me."

Dean stopped his rant before he had begun. He didn't have time for this, he had to find Sammy and taking Stiles in this state wasn't going to help anything. He would just sort this out after they had Sam and Derek safe.

"Look, sorry for shouting kid. We need to go now though, get some look round before it turns completely dark." Dean said. He took a small pistol from the trunk and loaded it with silver bullets before handing it to Stiles who looked hesitant to take it.

"Don't call me kid." Stiles muttered as he looked at the gun he held.

"Do you know how to fire a gun?" Dean asked as he eyed the gun in Stiles shaking hand.

"Kind of. I mean my dad has one but I've never actually fired one before." Stiles said quietly.

"Again, you can stay in the car..." Dean said rubbing his temples. He had decided he did not like teenagers.

"No." Stiles said simply, the shortest sentence he has said all day.

Dean got his own gun and pocked some wolfsbane as well when Stiles wasn't looking and they set off into the darkening wood together.