The debriefing had gone nicely. Sam and Dean said that they would help us defeat the Alpha pack, which was a huge relief. After shooting the breeze for a bit, we all went our separate ways. When Monday came around, we hadn't heard anything from the Winchester brothers or the Alpha pack. Unfortunately, I had a very rude encounter with Aiden and Ethan that day.

I was at my locker, trying to rub the sleep from my eyes. I had spent the previous night online, looking for anything that could help us against our new enemy. I had gotten their extra early to check out the library, making me almost alone in the building. I was jolted out of my daydream when my locker was slammed shut, revealing a smirking Ethan. I groaned internally and turned to walk away. I was met with an also smirking Aiden who placed a clawed hand on my shoulder and shoved me up against the lockers. The metal connected painfully with my back, making me wince. I looked down the hallway to see it still abandoned. I was completely alone with the alphas. Yep, I was screwed.

"Hey, Stiles." Aiden chided with a devilish grin. I sighed and gave him a weak smile.

"Hey, guys. What's up?" I asked trying to stay calm. I had my keys in my hand. A weapon. I thought to myself. Sure they would heal but a jeep key in the face could buy me enough time to make a break for it. I slowly tried to get a good grip on them without the wolves hearing it.

"That's what we wanted to talk about. Who are the new hunters? The ones your working with." Ethan questioned, his smirk falling from his face as a scowl took its place. I shrugged, deciding that the best way to buy time was to play dumb.

"I have absolutely no idea what your talking about. You seem to know a lot more than I do." I lied, knowing they would be able to hear it. Which they did. Immediately. Aiden chuckled before grabbing my jacket in his fists. He yanked me forward before slamming me back into the harsh metal of the lockers. I groaned in pain.

"Don't lie to us, Stiles. We know that Chris called in back up. All we want to know who he called." Ethan said quietly. I smiled, having gotten a good grip on the keys.

"Okay, I'll tell you." I said gesturing for them to come closer. They both leaned in. idiots. I thought to myself before kneeing Ethan in his man marbles. He doubled over in pain. I took that opportunity to full on shank Aiden in the stomach with the keys. He too yowled out and backed away. I shoved past them and began to run to the nearest exit, bloody keys in hand. The twins soon followed me, having quickly recovered from their minor injuries.

"Get back here, you little prick!" Aiden yelled. I was so close to getting out, but of course, being me, I had to trip on my own freaking feet! I successfully face planted and executed a damn near perfect face slide. Yep I'm just that talented! I quickly rolled over onto my back as the twins limped over to me, Aiden with his hand clasped over the stomach wound and Ethan clutching at his, well you know. Both of their eyes had turned blood red. Oh crap.

"Hey! No fighting in the hallways!" an oddly familiar voice boomed from down the hall. The twins whirled around to face two men dressed as school janitors. I smiled as I immediately recognized them as the Winchesters. Dean had been the one that spoke; he was now staring at the twins sternly. "Get to class!"

"Yes sir." they grumbled, legitimately believing that they were custodians. I had to contain my laughter. Aiden grabbed me by the arm to pull me up in a supposedly friendly gesture. I had to bite back a yelp when his claws sank into my skin. He smiled and leaned close to whisper in my ear, "See you later, Stiles."

The twins left quickly, leaving me with the Winchesters who quickly came to meet me. Sam checked to make sure the twins were gone before asking, "Are you okay?"

"Yea. I'm good thanks." I said rubbing my arm. I scoffed at their gray jumpsuits. "What are you guys doing?"

"We're undercover. You said that two of the alphas went to school here. We figured that this would be the best place to get some info." Dean told me looking completely serious. I busted out laughing. "What?"

"Come on guys, no body's going to believe that you're janitors." I told them gesturing to their outfits.

"And why not?" Sam asked. I raised my eyebrows.

"Why? Huh, maybe because you both look like freaking underwear models! And underwear models don't work as janitors in a high school!" I scoffed causing them to give me weird looks. I rolled me eyes and slapped them both on the shoulders. "Whatever. Welcome to Beacon Hills High."

So I hereby dedicate this story to my friend Mother Fuzzard! Hope you liked it and please review!