"It's Kate isn't it?" Stiles asked when Derek and Scott left the holding room.

Scott nodded and closed his eyes. "I thought so… their hearts skipped when they heard Argent," Stiles muttered frowning as his mind raced at the implications.

"We need to double the patrols. Everyone needs to check in more often," Derek said.

"Why couldn't she just stay dead. Is that even a thing? Why do people keep coming back?" Stiles let out a sigh and moved to stand next to Derek, leaning on him ever so slightly. He looked over to Scott and asked; "what are you gonna tell Chris and Allison?"

Indecision clouded Scott's expression while Stiles waited. It vanished as soon as Allison walked into the station, smiling in his direction as she handed something to her dad. "The truth," Scott said, smiling softly to the girl.

"God you're so sappy," Stiles said with a teasing smile. Derek raised his eyebrows and nudged his boyfriend, pulling in him in for a kiss on the cheek.

"You should talk," his whisper deep and husky.

"Stop that," Stiles said but made no move of following through with his demand. Derek smiled against Stiles' cheek.

"I hate to interrupt but what are we doing with the hunters?" Ana's soft voice broke the moment. She was sitting across the room, sitting with Lydia and Erica with her homework spread on a table.

Derek pulled away from Stiles and raised an eyebrow in question to his fellow alpha. "Well, we made a deal. We follow through with our end."


Deputy Parrish opened the door to the police cruiser, motioning for the Winchesters to step out. Dean stood up and looked around. It was early in the morning, they sky grey before the dawn. Sam slid out of the car and groaned a bit as he stood up. Dean let out a sigh of relief when he spotted the Impala on the shoulder of the road, facing the Beacon Hills town sign.

Behind the police cruiser a beat up blue Jeep pulled up followed by a sleek black Camaro. Derek, Scott, and Chris stepped out of the sports car. Stiles, Ana, Boyd, and judging by the intense glare the third kid gave Sam, Jackson were already waiting by the Jeep. Sheriff Stilinski stepped out of the driver's side of the cruiser.

The Sheriff, Chris, Scott, and Derek walked the Winchesters to the Impala and as the Sheriff unlocked the handcuffs, Scott spoke up. "You're leaving town immediately and if you ever come within 50 mile radius of Beacon Hills, we won't be generous a second time. I suggest you leave California for awhile." Dean rubbed his injured wrist and winced. Sam flexed his shoulders, eyes not leaving the two werewolves. "Understood?"

Sam nodded, ready to comply. Dean said nothing, his keys in hand and unlocking the Impala. Sam walked around to the passenger side and was about to get in when he saw Dean pause behind the open driver's side door. Please don't say something stupid, Sam thought, clearing his throat.

"If you're a hunter, if your sister is alive and a hunter, why are you helping these kids?" Dean asked, addressing Chris.

"My sister died. I suggest you avoid whatever she's become," Chris responded, his voice heavy. A guilty look crossed Scott's face and Derek just glared at Dean coldly.

"Dean," Sam said, his voice a warning. "Let's just go," he whispered.

Dean frowned but started getting into the car. "Ana, good luck on that driving test," he called, throwing a smirk in her direction. The girl narrowed her eyes and flipped him off.


Dean sat down hard behind the wheel of the Impala as Sam slid in the other side. They just sat there for a second, Dean looking slightly bewildered and Sam rubbed a hand through his hair. It was Sam who broke the silence.

"Well… that was weird."

"You mean the part where a bunch of teen werewolves hunted us down, hogtied us like a bunch of amateurs, dragged us to a police station, interrogated us, and then told us to leave town?"

Sam frowned, nodded. "That would be the weird part yeah."

"So… what do we do now?" Dean asked, looking absently as the Beacon Hills town sign. Dean's gaze shifted when he saw movement by the blue Jeep. He saw Ana grin at him as she hopped behind the wheel of the Jeep and Stiles into the passenger side. When the engine started Jackson, Boyd, and Chris hustled out of the way. Dean's eyes went wide as the Jeep lurched forward and swerved around the police cruiser, screeched to a halt and sat there facing the Impala. Dean saw Stiles raised his eyebrows and smirk as Ana floored the accelerator. "Oh fuck no," Dean whispered as the Jeep lurched in their direction. He jammed the key into the ignition and threw the gear into reverse, peeling away with a roar.


Tada! The end is upon us, but worry not! Keep yours eyes out for Beacon Hills Werewolf Mafia Part Two: Return of the Winchesters (pending title). I really enjoyed writing this crossover and while it is pretty short, I thought it best to end it here. I should be focusing on Hunter's Moon, but this is just so much fun. Thanks for all the comments and kudos.

Sam and Dean leave Beacon Hills with many questions, and in their search for answers find themselves in a new kind of trouble. Desperate, who will the brothers turn to? What is Kate Argent up to? Will Ana pass her driving test? Where did Derek and Scott go? Will I maintain my ability to update multiple times a day?!

Stay tuned for a possible sneak peek of part two sometime tomorrow.