A/N

Hey guys! Thanks so much for reading! The last chapter was really long, so here's a nice short one. Basically, here's the idea: I'm writing a prequel, which I will post after I'm finished posting this story, that's a crossover between this and the vampire diaries. (Don't judge, it's a good show.) This chapter makes several references to said prequel, and if you don't watch the vampire diaries, just understand that it's a similar situation to Beacon Hills, and the Winchesters plus Stiles go and take care of it. I hope you like this chapter! To my reviewers: Thanks so much for reviewing, and to answer your questions, Malia will not be in this story. This is before 3b, so they don't know she exists yet. As always review, and Enjoy!

Ch. 8

Hunters and Hunted

It was a little awkward. The four of them sat in Stiles' living room, each holding a mug of coffee that Sam had brewed. Stiles and Allison were together on the couch, while Dean and Sam each sat in a chair opposite them. They both looked relaxed, but Stiles knew better. Between the Winchesters he counted 12 knives, 3 flasks of holy water, 6 bullet casings and 3 guns all on their persons. Allison had a collapsible bow and few arrows, 3 knives, 2 ring daggers and one unloaded gun. She, too, appeared relaxed. Stiles wasn't. He was jittery from the all nighter and jittery from the coffee and nervous of the thought of Dean killing him with his bare hands. Maybe Stiles was being paranoid but this was the first time he told someone The Secret. Granted, she already knew, but Stiles was sure Dean didn't appreciate the intimate details, complete with criticism. No, Stiles had stepped over some kind of line. He was sure. '

Dean, to Stiles' surprise, chuckled. Sam joined him. "Teen Wolf?" Dean said mockingly. "Really?" Stiles blanched. Allison turned red.

"How long were you guys listening?" Stiles asked. Dean grinned.

"Long enough. I mean we tuned some of it out, hearing your life story after living it can get pretty old, but we heard the good parts."

"But-how?" Stiles sputtered. "You couldn't have been standing there the whole time, I mean I would have- I think I would have noticed." This time Sam replied.

"Stiles, you were practically shouting. I'm sure you got too caught up in the story to notice." Sam smiled too, but there was a glaze of guilt in his eyes. With a sinking feeling Stiles realized that if Sam had heard everything, he had also heard Stiles blame him. Stiles groaned inwardly. That was going to be a nasty can of worms to open later. Sam shifted his glance to the right, and Stiles turned to see Allison look at the brothers in amazement.

"Is it all true?" she asked, her voice very quiet. Bemused, Sam and Dean nodded. They then looked a little alarmed as Allison cackled. "That is so awesome!" she said. "You guys have totally beaten Peter. Coming back from the dead three times? Each? And fighting all those different kinds of creatures? It's... unbelievable." She looked wistful, and Stiles worried that she was comparing herself to them. He need not have worried. She grinned and said "I bet you guys can't shoot a bow and arrow." Dean raised his hands in surrender.

"You got me there. Hey, Stiles." Stiles sat upright. "All those stories you told her. Did you get to the one about the vampires in Virginia?" Stiles shook his head. Allison glanced at him expectantly.

"Mystic Falls." Stiles cleared his throat before continuing. "It was Mystic Falls, Virginia. What had started out as a group of high schoolers turned into several vampires, a werewolf, a witch, and two vampire hunters who wouldn't do anything."

"It was a mess." Dean continued. "20 people dead per month, on average. A string of 'animal attack' stories so B.S'd it would make this town look like honest reporting. The mayor was in on it, the sheriff too. It was their kids, see, and they were protecting them. Well we were all set to wipe them out before one of the hunters came and talked to us. His name was... Jeremy?" Dean looked at Stiles for conformation, who nodded. "Couldn't have been much older than Stiles is now. One of his friends had just been turned and he was worried his sister was next. Something about being caught between two vampires, I don't really know. Anyway, we actually only ended up killing a few vamps. The werewolf was clean so we spared him. Their friend Elena was saved. Bonnie the witch was grateful, the hunters owe us a favor, and Katherine gets to burn in purgatory. The twilight chick, Elena, was upset with us first but she came round. Realized we had saved her life. It was an interesting hunt."

"What was weird," said Stiles, "was how much it reminds me of Beacon same connections, the same creatures, the fact that they were all high school students. Even number of killings was similar! That could have been us if we hadn't gotten Peter under control."

"That could still be us." Allison said coldly, glarng at Dean. "I see your point. You're saying you've already wiped out a pack of teenagers, and aren't afraid to do it again. You're saying the only thing standing between us and death is Stiles."

Dean smirked threateningly, his kind pretense gone. " No. I'm saying we almost wiped out a pack of teens before stopping and listening to others. I'm saying Sam and I are not unreasonable. However," his eyes darkened. "I'm also saying that we have our bad days. There are times where reason won't stop us. I'm saying you are damn lucky to have Stiles to have your backs. I'm saying that you shouldn't throw awaythe only thing standing between life and death."

Allison's eyes narrowed and she reached into her jacket pocket for her knife. Stiles and Sam looked at eachother before jumping in to diffuse the tension. Stiles wrapped one arm around Allison's shoulders, holding her back, and used the other arm to slowly lower the hand clutching the knife. Sam shot a warning look at Dean before speaking.

"What Dean is trying to say oh-so-tactfully is that we're Stiles' older brothers and we don't like to see him getting bullied by his friends. You seem like a nice girl Allison. We've heard a lot about you and know what you can do. It seems like if anyone should know all sides of the story, it's you." Allison blinked in surprise before relaxing. Stiles squeezed her shoulder gently.

"You want me to get Stiles back into the pack." she said accusingly. Sam smiled knowingly.

"You were already planning on doing that. That's why you came to talk to him." Allison's face slipped into an easy grin.

"Partially, but mainly I was curious. I only learned about hunting a year ago, and I only knew about my family. It all felt so small. I mean I wanted to know that-"

"-You aren't the only freak." Finished Sam. "Believe me, I get it." He smiled at her, and Allison could see why he was dangerous. It was hard to imagine a puppy like him as a psycho killer. Allison set her coffee mug down and stood up slowly, then walked over to the door. It was time to leave. Allison still had one more thing on her mind though, and as she opened the door she turned to look at Stiles. The poor guy looked exhausted, bags like bruises under his eyes, and Allison felt bad for keeping him up. Still...

"Stiles, when I was struggling with my family's secrets, back when Scott was turned, you knew what was going on. Why didn't you help me, or better yet tell me you were a hunter too?" The question caught Stiles off guard,and he fidgeted a little before answering.

"I wanted to. I mean, I really wanted to. It was hard to see you struggle, and it would have been nice to not be alone. But I didn't because they" he gestured at his siblings "told me not to, and for good reason. I didn't know whether you could be trusted. I didn't know much about the Argents, and what I heard had not been good. It was too much of a risk. I didn't know whether you would kill Scott, much less me for being part of a death defying circus act. I wanted to later, but then the wolves would have known. I'm sorry."

"It's ok." said Allison sympathetically. She turned towards the open door, but not before hearing him again.

"I was right you know." he said jokingly. "You did go all dark side with Gerard." A smile played on Allison's lips.

"Touche." She walked over the threshold and closed the door behind her. Allison was still smiling as she heard the birds sing and felt the crisp morning air on her face. Her smile faded, however, when she found her dad leaning against his car in the driveway.