6 am

It was not until I was 'awake' again that I realized that I might have a problem. I was not the only one that knew that I was a Demon. Dam Deaton.

I got up and raced around to get to his shop. I really cannot call it a hospital. He does more than dealing with animals.

I got there right as he opened. He looked at me with a look of wonder.

"What can I do for you Stiles? I thought I was not going to see you until next week." He said with a smile. That smile did not meet his eyes.

"I might have a problem."

He gave me a sigh.

"Well come inside. I would be better if we did not discuss this outside where anyone could hear us."

Once inside he led me to the back. I noticed that the trap was no longer there.

"What can I do for you Stiles?" He said again.

"There are 3 hunters here looking for a demon. I know that it me, and I wanted to ask…"

"I will not say a word. You know that I don't give out that information easily. Who are they?" He asked as he started to set up to the day. He does work, I smirk.

"The hunters, their names are Dean, Sam and Cas."

"Did you just Dean and Sam?"

"You getting old?" I smile at him.

"So they are here. I might have a problem."

Did he just say that he would have a problem?

"What?"

"The Winchesters, Sam and Dean Winchester. They are the boogieman to the boogieman. If they are here for you then they will get you. I hope that you are able to fool them."

"I figure that I will. It will be the other that will find me out first. I have a feeling that he is not human just like me but not like me."

"It might be the angel that they have with them. It is something that they picked up somehow. I don't know how though."

"How does a Druid like you know about hunters? Why are you afraid of them and did you say angel?"

"Yes an angel. I know about them because when Derek came back I went ahead and found as much information on the supernatural now a days. It is something that comes with being the 'healer' of werewolves.

"The both of them have died many different times that I would be surprised if they ever did stay dead." He shrugged.

"Your secret will be safe with me until my dying breath." He nods at me. "I promised your mother."

I breathed deeply, it was great that I was not going to have to deal with the fact that he would tell on me.

"Thanks." He smirks at me.

"If you don't want Scott to know that you were here then I would think you should leave now. He should be here soon."

I head bow and left. He is one of those people that I can't figure out.

I got home and I got a box shoved at me once I walked through the door. Looking behind the box I noticed that my dad was the one holding it.

"I figured that you did not want it on your birthday so here. It is two days late, as I could not give it to you yesterday because of the company."

"It is not a gun is it?"

"No it is not, why?"

"Just wondering."

My dad was still holding the brown papered box as he pulled me into the house. He was not good with the bright colored paper as it reminds him of mom. I am not against the brown paper.

I was sat at the table as he placed the box down at it. He watched me.

"I did say that I was late and that I am sorry." I blinked. I must look like I was not happy with him giving me the gift late.

"It is fine. I am just a little out of it."

"You have been for a while now. What to talk about it?" I shook my head. How do you tell your dad that he is not your dad? What about the fact that I am now a demon and I have hunters and an angel after me to kill me? It is not something that you tell people.

"I am just tired." He hummed and smiled. I am happy that he bought that, even a little.

I unwrapped the gift in front of me. Normally it is something that I can wear, one year he got me a jacket just like his sheriff one.

It was not until I opened it did I even realize that it was no clothes. It was a book of spells. How did my dad get a hold of a book of spells?

"How…What? Dad?" I look at him and he watched me.

"I saved someone recently that gave me this. It was not that I have anything against you doing this so I decided that you would use it more than I could. But I have to say that you have to learn to read it first. It is in some kind of language, I can't even tell what one it is." He laughed.

"I don't know what to say. It is something that I did not think that you would give me."

"As long as it helps keep you safe." I figured that was something that my dad would say.

"Hey dad, there are three new people in town that you need to watch for. They go by the name Dean, Sam and Cas. They are hunters."

"That is something that I can do something with. They are not bad are they?"

"From what I can tell they are good. Just a tad on the crazy side. They drive in an Impala."

"So what are you going to do now?" He asked after a few minutes of me not talking. "You going to go off and 'destroy' that book?"

"Right now all I want is to sit down in front of the T.V. and watch some movies that I got from Peter…"

He laughed as I got, picking up the book that must was 10 pounds if not more and made my way up stairs where the movies are.

Coming back to the living room I noticed my dad sitting down at his chair.

"Well what one are we watching first?"

By the middle of the first movie he was passed out.

Half way across town in a dumpy motel

Cas sat there watching the two brothers work. It was just after 7 when they woke up. Dean was not happy about being there. If he had his way, they would just holy water everyone and kill the demon.

Sam was sipping one the horrible coffee that was served in the lobby for breakfast. The dinner did not open until 8 so they, Dean and himself, were stuck with out breakfast until then. He was reading his father's journal for any information about anything that is going on in this town.

Dean on the other hand was trying to figure out how a human teenager could even be in a group of werewolves. It is unnatural and he wanted to shake the kid hard. The information that he got about 'Stiles' (that really can't be his name) from the weird person, Chris, is that he has been in this furry problem for the last year and a half.

According to the newspapers, Stiles has been in this 'furry' business for as long as there has been one. It is a surprise that no one caught on. It was quiet in the room until Sam spoke, "Found something."

"What?" Dean responded. He doubted that his father had any information about this demon.

"The name Argent means silver." Sam replied.

"I could have told you that one."

"They are a group of family hunters. They have hunted werewolves for hundreds of years. According to dad they are ruthless and demon like. Well except one by the name of Christopher. Dad has found that Christopher is the only one that sticks to the code that they had created."

"You mean this Chris guy really did know our father?"

"Yes it seems so. There is a warning that if we ever meet up with a man named Gerard to move on our way or cut off his head. One way or another have little to not communication with him."

"Well if that is not depressing then I don't know what is."

"It is 8:01. We can go eat if you are done talking about someone that you will never meet." Cas jumped in as the two of them started to get heated.

As the three of them leave Dean spoke, "I wonder if they sale pie this early in the morning."

A/N: Hey thanks for reading. Please review. Anything is welcome.