Chapter 3: Two Twins or One King?

Dean's P.O.V

"Okay, what? There can't be a whole pack of just Alphas! There's like a pack hierarchy." Sam argued.

"You would be right in any other situation but….apparently it can and will happen. I saw it in purgatory. I did some digging and-"

"Wait, you did some digging? When? Why?" Sam interrupted; a dumb founded look on his face.

"Wha-I'm allowed to research too you know! I don't just run in, cross my heart and hope to die!"

"Okay, okay fine! Well…what do you know?" Sam reluctantly stammered.

"There used to be a million packs here, and they all wanted control of Beacon Hills. This place is like a…strategic advantage in the pack wars, I don't know. So their fighting, but then the Argents caught word of it and settled down here. You know them; biggest Werewolf hunting family in dad's journals."

"They sent one of their best to negotiate with them; these werewolves were different from all other species. They thought they could prevent more death. The representative came back spinning a story so easy to believe it's definitely a lie."

"Well….what is it?" Sam asked eagerly.

"He said that they turned down his offer of peace and 'viciously attacked him and his escort party.' He came back without injury and his 'escort party' were all carrying bloodied weapons but were not bloody themselves…you ever heard of a fight with alpha werewolves and not getting a single scratch? I think not!"

"I also heard that one of the alphas there had been brutally blinded and his skull had almost been completely caved in. He then went on to murder the rest of his remaining pack. But here's the weird thing…the rest of the nearby packs all got killed off; only one member survived."

Sam raised his eyebrows at Dean, clearly impressed. He was not expecting something so thought out and thoroughly researched to come out of Dean's mouth.

"That's all…great! But one question…how did you know all that?"

"Oh…I might have sneaked into Chris Argent's house…" Dean muttered.

"That's where you went last night?" Sam inquired.

"Couldn't sleep…?"

Instead of answering Sam just gave Dean a look of disappointment and confusion.

"So, what are we going to do with this information?" Sam asked.

"Simple. We find and kill the werewolves responsible for the recent murderers." Dean said flatly.

"Well, yeah but…what if the werewolves aren't the one murdering people…." Sam suggested.

Dean blinked twice, not sure how to respond.

"There are like…so many werewolves in this town. How could it not be werewolves?"

"I looked over the autopsy of the most recent victim. It's not a werewolf! They were strangled and tied to a freakin' tree! Which werewolf species you know does that? It has to be something else. Besides…why did we even decide to come here in the first place? Oh, I know; the birds! The mass animal suicides! Sounds more like a demon stirring up trouble among the wolves."

"Well yeah you're right about that but…we still need to take care of the wolves here. People are dying left and right. Especially last year! And we did nothing about it!"

"I agree with you there! But first let's find out what's directly strangling people and kill that first." Sam compromised.

Dean nodded his head in agreement. He really didn't want to stand in the middle of an empty high school quad where any passerby could hear and report them. They moved their janitor equipment into the closet and put on normal clothes. It had never felt so good to get out of costume before.

They went back to the motel apartment they had rented out. Sam stuck his face in a book-like he does-and started his usual routine of planting himself like a tree and staring at the book trying to glean any and all information about werewolves out of it. Dean just paced around for a bit, then sat down on the bed and flicked through TV channels. When he got bored of that, he picked up a book from the huge pile of them and flipped through it.

*An undetermined amount of time later*

The Hotel's alarm clock went off. It played the most annoying and grating song ever to be introduced to humanity. *(Hint: It's Heat of the Moment!)

He must have fallen asleep while staring at books detailing werewolf species. Sam was snoring gently; still slumped in the same chair. Dean rolled his eyes and shook him. Sam jerked awake violently.

"Wha-what? Who's dead?" He muttered almost incoherently.

"No one. Yet. But they could if we just keep sitting here instead of going back to that high school! I…can't believe I just said that…"

"Yeah, okay fine. We'll go back and look into those twins." Sam suggested. They gathered all their things and climbed into the impala, ready for another day. "Wait…there was another body found at the school's pool last night. The authorities were notified by a girl who goes there; Lydia martin."

"Poor girl. Any details on how they were killed?" Dean inquired.

"It just says the lifeguard was killed in the same fashion as the others." Dean nodded.

"With a garrote then. Got it."

What a horrible way to die; strangled, cut, and then tied down only to be found by a teenage girl.

As the brothers pulled up into the school's parking lot, the school bell rang. All the kids ran in a hurry to get to their classes. The Bros ducked into the school, janitor costumes fully on. They pushed the cart full of items down the hallway, trying not to make eye contact with the students. Once they reached the end, there was a door leading to the lacrosse field and a set of small hills probably meant to be a running track. All the students were gathering for a run.

"Sam, you stay here and do our…job. I'll go check that out." Dean pointed to the gathering of athletic juniors and seniors. He broke into a run to try and catch up with them. Once he got within a few meters of the group they started running. Dean noticed that the twins were sprinting in a different direction, with another teenager in tow. Dean took off after them.

After two minutes they stopped running. The smaller teenager took a fighting stance, but the twins rushed him brutally. They were giving him a serious beating. Dean was just close enough to hear what they were saying.

"How many bones are in the human body?" One of them asked.

"I don't know. Let's count." The other replied.

But before they could land another punch, another slightly smaller teenager came rushing in, landing a hit on the twin's jaw.

"That's one."

Nice comment.

Dean was about to intervene when the twins bared their teeth and their eyes shined a fierce red. The other two teen's eyes were amber yellow. They all took fighting positions and…..roared.

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