Chapter 11

He covered his mouth as he carefully walked through the bus. There was blood and bits of people all over the seats and floor, only years of experience kept him from gagging at the sight and smell. Though the scattered backpacks and one blue snicker had him swallowing and looking away. Why did it have to be kids? Dean thought.

He took a couple pictures with his phone of scratch marks and single paw print he found then backed out of the bus and jumped down onto the ground. Sammy was checking the outside of the bus so he walked back to the Impala and while he waited he examined the print.

Sam had been positive this was werewolf. Only it hadn't been the full moon last night and the paw print was too small, too well...animal. Werewolves prints are larger more human with claws. Not like their animal brethren. He sighed and sent a group of pictures off to Bobby. Maybe the older hunter would have a better idea of what they were dealing with.

Sam walked over a couple minutes later, "Anything?" He asked.

"Couple scratches and a paw print. Sent them off to Bobby. You?"

Sam frowned, "Werewolf?," he asked. Dean shook his head. "Well the tires seemed to have been slashed, probably by claws but I didn't see anything that would tell us for sure what we were dealing with."

"Wanna head back to the hotel?" his brother asked.

"Not really." He said, "Let's get some grub while we wait for Bobby to get back to us."

They found a small dinner that was open 24 hours and while he devoured a fantastic burger, his brother played around on his laptop, his salad untouched.

"Check this out," Sam said, turning the computer towards Dean. He could make out a picture of a black animal shape with glowing red eyes, "Its an article from a couple years ago," Sam explained, "a movie store was attacked by some kind of animal like creature. This picture is from the only security camera that worked. The owner posted it offering a reward for its capture."

Dean raised his brow as he ate a fry. Sam just sighed, "There's another. A similar creature spotted at the high school by two different people." Sam pulled the computer back towards him, "There is a follow up about a mountain lion being blamed and killed."

"Sounds like a cover up." Dean said. Sam nodded.

"But that leaves the question of by who?" Sam added. "If it was hunter, Bobby would have heard about it. It feels like someone in town that knew just enough to cover it up. We just have to figure out who and see if they can give us any more information on this attack and maybe some history on the town."

Makes sense, Dean thought, "Who killed the lion?" he asked. Sam quickly looked down at his computer and three fries later, "A Chris Argent. It says he is a licenced gun supplier. He shot it in the school parking lot, his daughters a student there." Sam looked up at him, "You're thinking it was him?"

"It could be coincidence. Did the attacks stop after he killed it?" His geek of a brother returned to his laptop and Dean called the waitress over and asked for a shake and more fries.

"No," Sam said, when she was gone, "Not really, the articles blaming animal attacks stopped. But there were still strange things and deaths happening around town. It seemed the lion's death just calmed the town down enough for the rest to be ignored."

Dean hummed. "So maybe not him."

"I wouldn't be so sure." Sam said, "his name comes up in a lot of articles and even a few police reports. I have one here where he and another man, Derek Hale are questioned in a murder. A damn bomb went off in the station during that. Here is one where him and two other parents went missing, one was the local Sheriff, only to turn up two days later perfectly fine. This one-" He stopped when the waitress arrived with Dean's shake and fries. Who gave her a huge smile when he thanked her.

When she was gone, Dean turned to his brother, "So he's fishy. Anyone else?"

"Derek Hale, the man I mentioned before, he has been questioned in multiple murders. There is also a house fire that killed almost his entire family." Dean looked at Sam, who had a sad look on his face at the mention of a house fire. He coughed, "He looking better for the cover up or cause?" He asked, trying to get his brother back on point.

"I'm not sure. Though I can't find him mentioned anywhere in the last year or so. No since an incident at the hospital that involved his younger sister."

"Okay wanna question this Argent?" He asked.

Sam shook his head. "I wanna check out the school first. There have been a lot of deaths and strange incidents. I want to see if it any magical energy or emf readings. We can question Argent after."

"Should I get a to go box?" He asked looking down at his fries. His brother snorted, "No. We can't check the school tonight. The cops are keeping an eye on it. And we already pushed our luck checking out the bus. We will have to go tomorrow. It's Saturday, so no one should be there."

He nodded, "So back to the hotel and sleep?" He asked hopeful. He was tired. Sam nodded and started packing up his laptop. "You gonna eat Sammy?" He asked pointing at the still untouched rabbit food. His brother looked at it like he had forgotten about it and started picking at it.

Dean waited until his brother had finished before signaling their waitress for their bill.

Stiles pov

He must have overslept or Jeremy was an early riser because by the time he crawled out of bed he found his friend sitting at the kitchen table laughing and joking with his dad and Scott.

"Stiles!" Scott called loudly when his best friend saw him, "Jeremy was just telling us about a prank him and his sister's boyfriend pulled on their history teacher."

Stiles felt relieved that Scott and Jeremy were getting along. "Oh, yeah what'd you do to him?" He asked looking at Jeremy.

"Glued his favorite mug and pen to his desk. It was his birthday and Damon thought it would be hilarious. It was, but Ric, our teacher got him back by putting something in his favorite scotch. I never learned what it was but Damon stopped pranking Ric after that." The small group laughed.

Jeremy grinned. "So, you dad invited me to do a ride along with one of his deputies today." Stiles groaned which got a laugh out of everyone else, "yeah, he said you would do that. Something about forcing you to do it every time you got into trouble. But I think it sounds kinda cool. You mind if I go?" Stiles saw the quick nod from both his dad and Scott and realized they were trying to distract Jeremy.

"Sure." He told him, "Who are you forcing him on? He asked his dad.

"Jordan says he is more than willing to show Jeremy around." Stiles nodded. Parrish was a good choice he was close enough to Jeremy's age that it wouldn't be awkward but also not human so if something happened Stiles knew his friend would be safe.

"Parrish is good people." He told Jeremy, who narrowed his eyes for a second then mouthed, "Lydia?" at him. Stiles chuckled.

"Yep," he said, because his dad totally knew, "Lydia's Parrish." His dad groaned but didn't comment.

"Sounds awesome." Jeremy said.

An hour later, Jeremy left with Stiles dad to spend the day hanging out with the local hellhound. When they walked out the door, he looked at Scott, "What's up?"

"Ever heard about feral wolves?" his best friend asked.

"Like Malia?" He asked, trying to think if he had read anything about feral werewolves. They had gotten lucky with her.

"Kinda. Argent says these don't have any humanity like she did. There also seems to be a pack of them. Two attacked me last night. We have locked up, were we caught the ghost rider. Liam and Theo are guarding them." Stiles raised both his eyes brows at the mention of Theo. Scott sighed, "He helped me last night. All cause Liam told him I was going out alone."

"How manipulative." He said with a grin.

Scott laughed, "That's what I thought."

"You're going to add him aren't you?" He asked and watched Scott close his eyes and exhale before he opened them again.

"I think I already did." His friend said looking at him. "I had never seen his full shift form before, but last night when he showed up, I knew it was him. I just felt it." There was a shrug of the Alpha's shoulders, "I don't know enough about packs or adding new members, but I think Theo and Peter are already a part of ours. I've suspected for a while. But I wasn't sure." Stiles groaned at Peters name.

"Have you asked evil incarnate about it?" Scott's mouth twitched, "Peter or Deucalion."

Stiles laughed, "Either I guess." Scott shook his head. "Kinda avoiding Peter and Deucalion already helped with something last night, don't want to keep asking."

"Last night?"

Scott bit his lip, "I wanted to warn him about the attacks. He showed me how him and the others tracked Alphas. "

"He what? How?" Stiles asked.

"It's weird. It's like I can feel it. The power an alpha has. I tried it at the bus afterwards, I couldn't feel one there. But Argent says that they might have just hung back."

"Did you tell the others." Scott's eyes dropped.

"That's a no." He muttered, "Are you going too?" Scott looked back at him, "I want too. I think it's smart that everyone knows everything we can do. That way it's less likely to be used against us later. But they hate him. And I don't know how they will take it, that I'm learning from him."

"Scotty, my brother, you have no one else to learn from." He said, because it was true. His idiot best friend was trying his best but he had no one to teach him how to be an Alpha. Hell, they barely had a hunter to teach them about the other shit running around out there. No way could he or the rest of the pack hold it against Scott that he was seeking the only other Alpha in the area for help. "I think the pack will understand."

"Really?" Scott's brown eyes looked hopefully and Stiles and a weird realization about how young they were. Logically he knew their age. But sometimes with everything they had been through it was easy to forget that normal teenage didn't have to deal with this shit.

"Really." He smiles and Scott smiled back.

"So what's my mission for the day?" He asked, "You wouldn't have got dad to distract Jeremy if I didn't have one."

"Everyone did a check last night of the most likely spots this pack could have been hiding. No luck. But we couldn't get into the school. So while the rest of us check out the preserve, you, Mason, Corey, and Malia get the school." Stiles rolled his eyes.

"You sending the ones that can't track and Malia to watch over us." He accused, Scott at least looked sheepish about it.

"Fine." He sighed.

Scott dropped him off outside of the school after that. When he found them by Mason's car, the dark skinned teen was the only one that looked excited to be there. Corey looked like he would rather be anywhere and Malia, oh she looked pissed.

He gave her a huge smile and threw his arm over her shoulder, "Just remember you love me." He said and heard her scoff, " I love hunting more." He placed a hand over his heart, "Ouch." he muttered. The werecoyote just ignored it.

"So we splitting up or going all together?" He asked the group.

"Together." Corey said with a meaningful look at Mason. Stiles understood it. It was safer in a group and Corey wanted to protect his boyfriend.

"Together it is." He said and walked into the school.

"There's someone here." Malia whispered and almost instantly Corey and Mason vanished.

"So cool." Stiles muttered, because no matter how many times he saw Corey do it. It was awesome. "Lead the way." He told her.

She lead him down the hallway and towards the back end of the school where his chemistry classroom was located.

"I'm not getting any readings." A man said, "Which giving the death toll of this school is kinda surprising." Stiles shared a look with Malia.

"Human." She said, "I think." He raised a brow at that. "They smell human but there is something else there. I don't know it."

Figuring he could handle humans Stiles rounded the corner. He heard Malia hiss his name but he ignored her.

"Who are you?" He asked the two men. Well a man and a giant, because holy fuck the man was tall. Like taller than Isaac who was the tallest in the pack. The short man startled at his voice and turned to look at him while the tall one shoved something into his pocket.

"I'm Agent Collins this is my partner Agent Gabriel." Stiles actually had to wonder at that because of the bitch face the tall one sent his partner.

"Agent like FBI?" He asked, watching them carefully. "Why's the FBI here?" Malia asked coming to stand next to him. Her arms were crossed over her chest and the death glare she was shooting the two men would have scared most off.

"Missing children." Said Agent Gabriel, "We get called in because we have better resources." From the narrowing of her eyes, Stiles was sure she could tell he was lying. Not about the FBI getting called in, that actually happens. But about why these two were here.

"Can I see you badge?" He asked. Agent Collins reached into his jacket and neither Stiles or Agent Gabriel miss the way Malia tensed. But the other man pulled out a wallet and flipped it open.

Stiles looked it over and then looked up at the Agents. He hummed and almost jumped out of his skin when he felt something move against his arm. The feel of soft fingers wrapping around his wrist, warned him that either Corey or Mason didn't buy it either.

"If you're looking for the missing kids, why are you in the school?" He asked, glaring at Collins.

The man raised a brow. "Clues." the man said, as if that answered everything. His partnered sighed, "We are seeing if whoever attacked the bus might have left something in the school before or after they took the kids." Stiles looked at him, it seemed this one at least had common sense enough to try and bullshit his way through their lie. His partner was looking like he would rather just tell them to get lost.

"Have you two seen anything weird or out of place?" Agent Collin's asked. Stiles bit back the sarcastic comment he felt coming.

"What's your definition of weird?" Malia asked. Stiles dropped his head and tried not to laugh.

"What's yours?" Agent Gabriel asked, giving Malia a more careful once over.

Stiles's free hand shot out and covered her mouth, because he didn't need them to hear her answer.

"So if I call the local Sheriff, he'll know you are here?" He asked. Malia snorted behind his hand and he dropped it. The fingers on his wrist tightened. So, that meant it was Mason holding his wrist, and he was probably telling him to stop fucking with the two strangers. But Stiles wasn't getting serial killer vibes from them.

"We haven't made it to the station yet." The tall one said watching him carefully. "We stopped here first."

Stiles smiled at him, "that's against protocol." Both men looked surprised.

"How would you know our protocol?" Collins asked.

"Well see my best friend, his dad is an FBI agent, and my dad's the Sheriff." He said with a shrug, " So right now I know a couple things, first, you badges are so fake. Second, no real FBI agents would go against protocol in the case of missing children. And third, you have thirty second to tell me the truth before I call my father." Malia sighed and he turned to see she was glaring at him. He turned away from her to see the men exchanging glances.

"Well?" He asked.

It was the shorter one that answered, "We really are looking for the missing kids."

"But your not FBI." Stiles said. Both men shook their heads, "No, but we can help." the tall one siad, "It's what we do." His partner finished.

"Hunters?" A quiet voice whispered in his ear, he jerked, he was going to murder Corey. Although the chimera might be right.

"What's your real names?" he asked. Again the two men looked at each other.

"I'm Sam, this is Dean." The tall one, Sam, said pointing at him than his partner.

"No last names?" he asked.

Dean sighed, "Winchester."

Stiles raised an eyebrow, "Both of you."

"Brothers." The muttered together.

He nodded and pulled out his phone. He found Argents name while both men looked anxiously at hm. He hit call and put his phone to his ear.

It rang once before Argent answered, "Little busy, Stiles."

"Know any hunters," Both men's eyes widened, "Named Winchester?" He asked.

Argent cursed.

"Are both of them with you?" He asked.

"Yepp." Stiles answered watching the two men as they both watched him.

"Are they hunting the wolves?"

"Are you hunting the wolves that attacked the bus?" Stiles asked them.

"It was wolves?" Sam replied. Stiles nodded.

"Then yes." Dean said.

"Yeah they are. Though they didn't know it was wolves." He told Argent. The man muttered something that had Malia chuckling. Stiles shot her a questioning look but she just smiled.

"They don't hunt our kind of wolves." Argent said after a second.

"What kind of wolves do they hunt?" Stiles asked because now he was curious. Both brothers shot him a questioning look.

"Stiles." Argent scolded him. "Have them meet me at Dereks."

"No fun." He muttered and hung up.

"So you're hunters, and since Argent didn't tell us to get away from you. You're not the psycho kind."

Dean gave him a weird look, "Psycho?"

"Oh, yeah. We have met a few that just liked to kill." He said, "So Argent wants us to take you-"

"That's not what he said, Stiles." Malia said glaring at him.

"You're not curious?" He asked her eyebrow raised. She glared at him for a second than sighed, "Fine. But you get to deal with Scott when he finds out."

He smiled, "Scotty loves me." He looked back at the two hunters.

"Okay so I'm Stiles and this is Malia." Mason pinched him. "Fuck." He cursed getting concerned looks from both strangers.

"So what's your weird tolerance?" he asked. Malia scoffed.

"Why?" Sam asked.

"I need an idea of what you can handle?" he said because duh.

"Trust us kid. No much we haven't seen." Stiles giggled, "Mason, Corey, come out."

"You're an idiot." Mason said as they both appeared out of thin air, next to him. Both men jumped but didn't react to bad. Meaning no guns drawn or shots fired.

In fact, Dean looked really impressed. "How'd you do that?" He asked excitedly.

Corey blushed and disappeared.

"Dean." Sam scold his brother.

Who looked a little guilty when he looked at Stiles, "I didn't freak him out did I? Stiles decided he liked them. He shrugged.

"Corey doesn't really do people." Something jabbed him in the side. "Well, he likes Mason." He said pointing to Corey's boyfriend who quickly disappeared as Corey seemed to have had enough. Stiles wouldn't say it out loud but he found Corey's protectiveness over his boyfriend adorable.

"Just don't shoot them if they reappear or accidentally touch you." Stiles said with a shrug, "So we are taking to meet Argent."

"Chris Argent?" Sam asked.

"You know him?" Malia asked. Both men shook their heads, "We read about him when we were doing research on the town." Sam said.

"He's a hunter." Stiles said.

"Makes sense." Dean said.

"You know," Dean said as they all started moving towards the school's entrance, " I think I insulted your jeep." Stiles chuckled, "I knew I recognized you."

"Me and Malia can ride with you," He told the hunter, because while he liked them he wasn't keen on the idea of letting them out of his sight. "Corey and Mason and either follow behind or head off and do their own thing."

"Sounds good." Sam said.

Mason and Corey only become visible once they were all in the parking lot and Dean had opened his car door. Mason waved them off while Corey just hopped in the car. Stiles was pretty sure they would head to Scott's.

Him and Malia ended up in the back seat of a very nice Impala.

"So how do you guys know about all this?" Sam asked.

Stiles thought about how to answer it. Argent had said they didn't hunt our wolves, meaning there were different kinds, but did that mean they wouldn't hunt Scott and the pack if they found out.

"What kind of wolves do you hunt?" He replied. Sam gave him a curious look.

"Werewolves." He said and Malia stiffened. Stiles was actually impressed she didn't just attack them. But Argent had been sure, he thought.

"Tell me about them?' He said, trying to put the pieces together.

"People who have been bitten. Thankfully they only turn on a full moon because they have no control. They tend to feed off their victims, favoring the heart. The look like a tangled mix of human and wolf." He made a disgusted face, "Oh, and a single bit can turn anyone." Dean finished looking at him in the rearview mirror from the driver's seat. Stiles looked over at Malia.

"Okay. So I think we have to have a conversation before we reach were we are going." He told the two hunters.

Sam turned around and looked at him.

"I've never met a wolf like that before. I mean new wolves have trouble controlling them themselves at first, but that's what the Alpha is for. Now the mix of human and wolf, I've seen. But I've also seen ones that can take the true form of a wolf. None of the ones I've meet ate the heart of anyone. And only an Alpha can turn someone." He said, watching Sam carefully.

"Fucking hell," Dean said looking at him in the rearview mirror, "your telling me there is another kind?"

Stiles nodded.

"That's why you asked you friend on the phone, what Kind of wolves we hunt?" Sam said, "You were worried." Stiles nodded again.

"Does that mean these other wolves aren't a threat." Dean asked and Malia growled, causing both men to stiffen, Sam staring at her.

"Malia." Stiles said, turing to look at her. Her blue eyes were locked on Dean's in the mirror.

"I'm a threat." She said. Stiles groaned. "He means you aren't running around killing people." He told her.

"Oh." She said. Her eyes faded back brown and she slumped back in her seat. He exhaled and looked back at Sam.

"Sorry, " He said, "She really don't like people thinking she's weak or can't protect the pack. But her and the others, they aren't like the wolves you guys hunt. She has complete control and only hurts people that threaten the pack." Sam nodded and turned around in his seat.

It was a couple awkward minutes before Dean broke the silence.

"What was the invisible kid?"

Stiels laughed, "Chimera."

"I thought a chimera was a fire breathing creature with a head of a lion and body of a goat?" Sam said looking back at them. Malia burst out laughing. Probably trying to picture any of that and Corey.

"Not that kind, I really hope that kind is just a story. Chimera like mixed DNA in his case mixed creatures." Stiles said.

"That's awesome." Dean said and same could tell he was grinning.

"Is he part of this pack you were talking about?" Sam asked.

Malia groaned next to him, "No," She said, "His last pack was bad. He is scared, even though he knows Scott's not like Theo." Sam looked at Stiles for more information.

"His last Alpha was a dick who killed him. He has trust issues." Stiles said. "Pull over, we're here."

Both hunters stopped asking questions as they parked and everyone got out of the car and head to the elevator.

"How big is this pack?" Dean asked.

Stiles didn't get a chance to answer because the door opened and Argent was standing there waiting. He wasn't alone.

"Hey, dad." Stiles said grinning like he hadn't been doing something he wasn't supposed too.