So this is chapter 2! Sorry about the wait. I am not going to lie, I wasn't expecting all these favorites and follows, so I wasn't planning on writing other chapters. But seeing how much you guys love it, it makes me so happy. And also, I waited to the last minute to do my summer reading. And I'm still not done... Oops. But, nonetheless, here it is! Thanks again to my Beta Meggyboo92.

Disclaimer- I don't own Teen Wolf nor Supernatural, sadly. I just had a dream and writing it for you all to enjoy my creepy-ness of my mind :)

Warning- Cussing, beating, kidnapping ahead. Might be something else; I haven't decided. Don't like don't read. Rated T, but might be changed for future chapters.

Chapter 2

Dizzy. Why was he dizzy? And why did his mouth feel like it a cotton in it? Where was he? Sitting up, way to soon, if you ask Stiles; he grabs his head. He opens his eyes and the room is spinning. It feels and looks like when you get on that ride that straps you down to the sides and spins you around really fast at the state fair. Only this time, it's not fun. He waits until he on longer feels like he needs to puke to open his eyes. It's still a little fuzzy, but he can make out that he's in a small room. The walls are chipping paint that's and old, off white color. There are no windows, and the room has a rotten egg smell. Stiles notices that he is sitting on a tattered, old, mattress; that has a few springs and some stuffing popping out. There is also a radiator that sounds like it should really be replaced. Grumbling and moaning to let you know of its presence. Stiles wonders if he's in an insane asylum, but than concludes that their rooms are at least cleaner and brighter. All that was lighting the room was a flickering light that gave off a yellow glow, instead of the bright white of a loony bin.

He can hear talking in the hallway or that's what he assumes it is, anyway. A shadow appears in the fogged glass on the door. The radiator rumbles as it opens as if to announce the presence of a villain. Consider the circumstances, it wasn't to far off seeing as he had know idea where the hell he was. The door opens fully and standing there is a tall, big, but in a fit way, man. His hair was standing every which way as if he put his finger in a light socket. Small, red, rectangular glass were perched on the bridge of his nose. And what a crooked nose it was. He must of broken it once or twice. He had a huge mustache that look as well kept as his hair. Half of it extended of his face like whiskers. Long cupid's bow that leads to thin chapped lips in a nasty smile. He was wearing a lab coat and had black rubber gloves like the evil scientists in the old movies. Khaki pants that were a little to big and dress shoes that needed to be polished. The man was holding a small box. The way he was holding it didn't settle right in Stiles. He swallowed the lump in his thought as the man's music filled the room as he shut the door and a loud BANG. He walked over and stood over Stiles.

"Hello Mr. Stilinski." His voice sound smooth but something was off about it. "How are you feeling today?"

Stiles mouth was still to dry to talk. Licking his lips and trying to gain some kind of motive to speak, he cracked out a, "W-who are y-y-you?"

The man gave him another nasty smile, "Oh, Mr. Stilinski. You don't remember? Pity. I was so hoping to not have to fill you in. You are supposed to be smart, are you not? Well then let's just get this over with." The man opened the box and pulled out a syringe and a small bottle. Stiles has a rush of déjà vu and backs away from the man. His back hits the wall as the man approaches. "Mr. Stilinski, I will ask you one time and one time only, stay still or I will just have to tie you down, again" At the word again Stiles' body tenses as all the memories flash across his eyes.

He was walking around town 'cause his Baby was in the shop due to Derek and his wolfy-ness. Hey! It wasn't his fault that he didn't know that those were Derek's cookies. The man could be so selfish. And that still didn't give him the right to go and fuck up his baby. She needed a whole new paint job, three new tire, because apparently insurance doesn't pay unless all damn four are not in working condition, a new pair shocks, and some green shit was in the muffler. Kicking a stone he found he past an old abandoned office building. Out of the corner of his eye he saw something was taped to one of the large windows. Going against his better judgement, he walked over to it. Getting closer Stiles noticed it was a flyer. Stepping right in front of it he read.

Are you a video game wiz?
Do you spend hours playing and commenting on how the graphics could be a little better?
Then FGB Designs is for you!
We are looking are young, modern video gamers to test out our new products.
If you are interested please call
1-800-698-2576
or email us at:
FBG_Designs

Stiles made the call and talked to this weird sounding lady. She told him they would be expecting him tomorrow around noon. Without much more thought Stiles walked home and waited until it was the next.

The next day he was really excited about going to test out new video games. He never heard of this company before so they most be new. And how cool would it be to brag to Scott about playing the game while it was still in the process of prediction?! Pretty damn cool Stiles thinks. So with out much delay he makes his way to the building.

Stiles looks at the tall building feeling nervous. What if they change their mind and he's not what they're looking for? So many 'What if's' ran though his mind before he pushed open the doors. The inside was not what he expected. It was dirty and and trashed. What was going on, he thought. He looked down at the paper that he written the address on. This was the right address, so why was it vandalized? He was so busy thinking that he was a the wrong building that he didn't see someone sneak up behind him until it was too late. Rough hands circled around his waist and a rag was held to his nose. His eyes widened in surprise and fear until he blacked out.

Stiles remembered being drugged and lead to the room and the metal chair. He remembered everything. This was the same man as far as he could tell. His eyes widened in horror as he saw the syringe and tried to back farther into the wall that it would seem like he was trying to become one with the cement surface. Shaking his head he tried to scream stop, leave me alone, anything, but nothing came out. The man roughly grabbed Stiles' arm and injected the liquid that was in the syringe. The last thing Stiles saw before blacking out was the man's nasty smile as he walked out and he thought, shit! Not again!

So that's chapter 2! I really hope that ya'll enjoyed it. Next chapter will be about our favorite 2 favorite hunters! :D The number, email and name of the company are fake. I made them up on the top of my head. I couldn't figure out why Derek would fuck up Stiles' jeep so I just put that he ate his cookies because I am craving cookie c: and that would be like so adorable. Derek just getting so worked up over cookies! hehe ^.^

So please stay tune. Review and favorites would make my day! :)