Sam, Dean, and Castiel had spent the day going around the town looking into the strange going on's. Oddly they had gotten more information from public record than from people in town. Usually in small towns, people were hopping out of their seats to spill all the weird they'd heard. This town had several documented serial killing sprees, yet all they got out of the town's folk was something about some poor kid who was suspected of killing his abusive father. The sheriff seemed skeptical of their press status, but at the same time seemed like he wouldn't tell them anything if they were press. A very no comment type, as if used to people prodding him for information. None of those people had even happened to say whether the kid in question had killed his dad or not. Their lack of success gathering information from the public led to them scouring the massive paper trail of odd occurrences, and which led straight to the remains of the Hale family home. Dean parked the Impala anxiously as soon as the car swarmed house came into view and went to the trunk to get a couple guns, loading them with silver bullets. He passed one to Sam only to find Cas standing next to him.
"Do I get one?" Dean gave Cas a stern look.
"No. We don't know how many of them there are, it's a closed quarters, more could show up- Sam and I will deal with the ones inside, and you should stay out here and cover us."
"How do you expect me to cover you without a weapon? I don't have many ranged defenses..." Cas asked. Dean sighed.
"Just keep watch, okay? I'm serious. Don't follow us in. We can take care of ourselves and the more of use are here, the more likely it is we're gonna get caught. We need you to stay out here." Cas nodded reluctantly.
"Understood... Be careful alright?"
With that Sam and Dean approached the house. They stopped, standing on either side of the door to listen. They couldn't hear anything behind the door, the coast seemed clear. They exchanged a look of minor planning before Dean pushed the door in and both holding their weapons ready. A figure jumped as they opened the door, startling them just as much as they did whoever it was. Dean's weapon accidentally discharged as a result of his finger twitched in shock. It was a few feet to the right of the figure and too low to have done any damage but they still dove left to the floor to avoid the shot.
"Holy fucking- Don't shoot!" It was just some teenage kid, and judging by his reflexes, definitely not a werewolf. Dean didn't have a chance to lower his gun or explain it had been an accident before he was thrown into wall, and if his now blurred vision was right so was Sam. Dean could see the shine of their guns on the floor where they'd been standing. Oh, Crap… Just as their assailant began to approach him, growling there was a bright light and the werewolf was thrown against the stairs. Dean saw the teenage boy scramble to the man's side as Cas hurried over to them. Cas touched his two fingers to his head, healing something in or on it, and suddenly he could see just fine. He could perfectly see the worried look Cas was giving him and he could see Sam go for the guns, but he hadn't seen the other werewolf jump from the top of the stairs to kick the guns right out of Sam's reach. Sam went to punch him but the smaller man dodged the punch with ease and tripped him. Dean winced at the thud of his brother hitting the ground, but Cas gave a concerned look, but didn't stand. Probably a good idea. The older guy seemed to be done now that Sam was on the ground, and trying to go to Sam would probably just be taken as approaching for a fight. The older looking man went over to the boy and the man lying on the stairs.
"Are you two okay? I heard a gunshot." The largest of the three stood.
"We're fine, Peter…" The one who attacked them said as he approached Sam who still lay recovering at the bottom of the stairs, his hand sporting sharp claws.
"Sam, watch out!" Dean shouted before seeing the teenager and the older man, Peter holding the werewolf to stop him. Sam hurried to join Dean and Cas.
"Derek, chill!" The werewolf, Derek, pushed the kid away, obviously annoyed.
"They shot at you, Stiles! They could have killed you!" Derek barked at the young man, Stiles apparently, in anger.
"But they didn't,, I'm fine!"
"I'm not pleased that they shot at Stiles either, but it could get complicated explaining how three trespassers died of an animal attack, in the house, while we were here…" Peter said in a bitter venomous tone.
"Cas, we need to get out of here, now." Sam whispered to Cas as he tried to covertly pull Dean up.
"What? Hell no! We can take these fuckers!" Sam and Cas looked at Dean as if he was malnourished and 3 feet tall saying this.
"Dean, neither of us is in any shape to fight. Cas, Let's go." Cas looked at Dean as if trying to decide but he looked back at Sam and nodded anyway. Cas grabbed them both and with a flutter of wings he and Sam were in the back of the Impala. Dean looked around the small space for Cas only to see the angel racing for the two guns now shining on the porch of the dilapidated home, one on the steps and the other in the middle of the porch. Dean found himself staring close to the glass of the window, as if it would make the angel any safer. As Sam hurried to get in the driver seat and get the car started, Cas retrieved the closest weapon. Derek then came storming out, already closer to the second gun than Cas was. Dean couldn't help but shout out the window.
"Forget the gun! Cut and run, Cas!" Cas reached for the gun, but Derek Hale brought his foot down right in front of it. Cas pushed away from the porch and stumbled off the stairs and ran as fast as he could to the car. Once Cas was in, they tore off, out of the woods. Dean twisted his body around in his seat to make sure they weren't being followed, keeping sight of the three standing in front of the house until they disappeared through the trees and rolling landscape.