Chapter 4: Curious Observations

Set during the beginning few episodes of Teen Wolf Season Three and set prior to the angels falling during Supernatural.

"You're sure you saw red eyes? It wasn't a trick of the light?" Sam asked as Dean sped the rental car around a sharp bend, the tyres screeching loudly in protest.

The older hunter sent his brother a glare at the question though more than half of the anger he felt was aimed at the heap of crap he was driving. God he kissed baby. When he'd turned on the radio only to hear a upbeat pop number he'd very nearly put his fist through the damn thing. "No Sammy, I'm stupid enough to not be alert when watching a monster eavesdropping on my brother."

Raising his hands to appease his brother Sam sighed. "Sorry Dean, it's just been a long and confusing night." He moved one hand to rub at his eyes in frustration. In searching for information on where they were and trying to figure out just what had happened he'd barely gotten any sleep during the night.

Dean glanced up at the sound of a yawn and frowned. "Still no luck finding out where the hell we are?"

"Well, I searched the town name that the sheriff gave us. We're in California apparently."

"Then why can't we reach the bunker? I tried to call both Kevin and tried to get Cas to show his feathery butt but nothing." His teeth knawed upon his lip as he thought of the angel. Ever since the whole angel tablet debacle he'd been worried about the angel's state of mind.

"Cas always comes when you call...something is wrong." Sam slid a hand to run through his long locks anxiously. "Maybe that...that thing was a portal of some sort, like the one Balthazar sent us through. We could be 'Jensen' and 'Jared' here."

Dean shook his head. "Our faces were everywhere in that world. We'd have been recognised. It could be another though...problem is why this world and who sent us here? This town, we know nothing about it."

"Actually it sounds a lot like one of our kinds of places." Sam interjected. "Over the last couple of years this place had become a hot bed of suspicious killings. Most have had their throat ripped out or similar but recently there have been a couple of garrottings."

"As in..." Dean raised an eyebrow and made a chocking gesture upon his throat. "...with the wire? Ouch. Nasty way to go, sadistic demon then? Could be ritualistic."

"That's what I thought, but then I looked at the timing of these killings." He looked up at his brother with a serious expression. "A lot of them fall around the lunar cycle."

"Wolves?"

"I think so yeah. Several witnesses have reported seeing large creatures. The local authorities have written them off as wildlife attacks."

"People believe whatever's easiest." Dean muttered, coming to a stop as he noticed the car up ahead stop and its two occupants spill out. "Dark and broody is the one I saw listening in."

"They could be pack." Sam suggested as he ran his gaze over the second male entered the tree line after his companion. "Seems to be a young pack if so. Maybe an older alpha changed them."

"I still don't get the whole red eye. We've come across their kind before and I've never come across that."

"Maybe we don't know all there is to know. Look at Kate, she proved us wrong about their blood thirsty natu-"

"So far she has. But she's been a wolf for less than a year, we may have to go back and gank her at some point Sammy."

"Still, she proved to us that we don't know it all Dean. Hunters change, they adapt to the time around them. Look at Samuel Colt for an example. He used the railroad construction to his advantage, setting up that devil trap. It would be naive to think monsters don't also adapt to their constantly changing surroundings." Sam protested as he put his hand upon the door handle.

Dean's arm quickly moved to grip his brothers wrist. "Woah. We aren't going out there." He said sharply, rolling his eyes when the younger hunter glanced at him questioningly. "So you just happen to be able to pull a supply of silver bullets out of your ass do you?"

"No." He sighed as he slumped back in his seat to return his gaze to the unoccupied car. "This is where we came out last night...I think." He glanced quickly around for any sign of a marker.

"So they are curious and/or worried about us. That's all we need whilst we're trying to figure out this crap." Huffing in frustration Dean threw the car into gear once more and turned in the road. "We'll wait a little closer to town. If they see us waiting here they'll get even more suspicious. And then..."

Sam glanced into the rear view mirror swallowing awkwardly. The younger 'wolf' seemed barely 18 if he was even that. "Then we do our job..." He finished quietly.