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Stiles' Pov.

"Oh my God, Stiles! What happend to you?" Lyida shouted as I walked in my house.

"Nothing. Why are you guys here?"

"We over your conversation before you left the Hale House and we wanted to kow what a changeling was." Erica said looking at me.

"Um, a changeling. Is. Um. Its. Um-"

"How the hell did you guys manage to hear a conversation, if Stiles was outside and you guys was inside." Dean asked loudly, oushing me out of the way.

"Oh shit." I mutterd slapping my forhead.

"Stiles. Is their something your not telling us?" Sam asked.

"No? Um. Hey, look at the time! Man, what a day! I tired! Sam. Dean. You guys know where the guest rooms are. Um, goodnight?" I said trying to rush to the stairs.

"Hold on a minute Abdulkareem*. What are you not telling us?" Dean said crossing his arms over chest.

"Did you have to use my actual name? You could have said "Stiles" or "Winchester" or maybr even "Dumbass"! You know I hate my real name!" I exclaimed. Then I knoticed Derek's expression.

"Did you say Winchester? As in the most fearfully hunters in the entire world, Winchester?" Derek asked with a hint of fear in his eyes.

"Yes." I said looking at the ground.

"What how do you know about hunters?" Sammy asked stepping back and taking out a gun.

"Um. Well you see. They. I'm-"

"Stiles enought with the rambling!" Dean yelled. Never the one with panchents!

"Come on, Dean, I thought John tought you better!" Oh no! Not my dad! I thought as my dad walked into the living room

"They are werewolfs. Come on, why would a grown man hang around with teens for anyway."

"Stiles you hang around werewolfs! Why would you! They don't have control-"

"Dean! These people are different then the other wereeolfs we hunted! They learnd how to keep control! Trust me! If they didn't I would have killed them all ready!" I said. Man, I shouldn't have said that!

"Stiles. Your a hunter? But. Why didn't you tell us?" Isaac asked with his puppy dog eyes.

"If I told you guys I was a hunter, you would have kicked me out of the Pack. I don't even hunt anymore unless it around here or Sam and Dean really needed the help."

"How do you know the Winchesters?" Bolyd demanded.

"I'm their dad's brother." My dad said.

"So. Your a hunter also?" Isaac asked with a hurt expression on his face.

"Yea. I sorry we never told you! Its just. Well we kinda wanted to forget about that part of our lifes. Usually when people find out that the "supernatural" exist and that we hunter them, they usually end up dead." I said putting my head in my hands sitting on th chair.

"I forgive you." Isaac wisperd siting next to me.

"Thanks." I said looking at Isaac, giving him a small smile.

"Hold on a minute. You guys. Are you?" Sammy asked looking between me and Isaac.

"Yes." I said, a blush rising to my cheeks. It didn't help that Isaac put his hand in mine.

"Stiles your dating a werewolf?!" Dean exploded.

"Didn't I just say that!" I said looking at Dean.

"And you knew about this?!" Dean asked looking at dad.

"I was aginst it at first, but I found out they don't hurt people like the other werewolfs we've hunted." Dad to the rescue!

"God I need a drink!" Dean said walking up the stairs.

"Is he allways like that?" Erica asked.

"Sadly yes." I said putting my feet up on the coffee table.

To be continue...

*Yea I didn't know Stiles' first name so I went and found a very weird name and now its Stiles' name! Please review!