Beacon Hills was only a five mile drive from the motel, but it turned out that Derek Hale was not an easy guy to find even if you knew who and what you were looking for. No one seemed to be able to point us in the right direction. "Just great," Dean muttered, "Peachy really, we have two meat eaters on the loose and two missing girls to boot."
"Doesn't it seem odd that no one in this town knows anything about this guy?"
"No it seems just right to me, don't all towns lose track of potential murder suspects?!"
I rolled my eyes and got back in the car, "Lets go find out if our friend jabber jaw knows anything else now that his intestines aren't falling out," I hollered.
Dean slumped into the driver's side and started the car, "I hate this case already."
"I'm trying to tell you, Scott isn't going to hurt them." The two tall guys in suits just stared back at me and one of them rolled his eyes after a moment.
"It's pretty simple kid," the shorter one said flatly, "They get bitten, they turn, they can't control themselves, and they hurt people."
"Allison grounds Scott, if she's with them it's okay. He's cool. But if the kidnappers split them up then we're in trouble. Scott gets a bit angry when he can't protect her. Listen, we don't have a lot of time to go find them because in a few hours its going to be night and that's when things get messier."
My mind was racing, the fog from all the meds finally lifting. Scott was missing, the guys who drove by in the Hummer had backtracked and then they jumped Scott. I don't remember too much after that, Scott went werewolf on their asses and accidentally caught me in the side. I'm almost positive they shoved Allison in the front seat right before they took off. The next thing I remember was two guys in a big black car rolling up and dumping me in their backseat.
"So how do you know about werewolves?" The tall one asked kindly.
"Scott got bit, I'm his best friend. I did my homework you know, that's all."
"Bit by who?" the other asked coarsely.
"Peter Hale, but don't try finding him. The guy you'll need to find if you want help, but won't find, is his relative Derek. He got beat up pretty bad last week, Allison's great uncle stopped by and that guy is a psycho…. I mean her whole family is, but the grandfather and the great uncle and a few others are the worst..."
"So if Scott is definitely a werewolf and you aren't, and you claim he's not harmful, how do you know? How long has this been going on?"
The tall guy whose name was Sam seemed much more concerned than angry, but the other one, Dean, was not happy he had to be dealing with me. "It's been like two years almost," I told Sam, "So trust me, I know he's okay," I said in Dean's direction.
Dean muttered something to Sam that sounded vaguely like "as far as he knows…" "Look, I know you think I'm nuts. But you've got to just believe me, I mean you at least believe me that werewolves are real, right? I know this kid better than anyone and he's okay as long as he's with Allison, and we get him home by 10 PM. So I don't know what kind of voodoo crap you're into, killing werewolves for no reason, but I can do this alone if I need to. I didn't ask for you help."
Sam looked at Dean, then back at me, and shrugged, "You're right, we don't know the whole story, so we'll stick around. But if things go South, we can't promise you Scott won't get hurt."
"Well then don't bother sticking around," I grumbled dryly, "Because I've done this all before, and I don't need you. So promise me he makes it out okay, or have a nice night."