Stilinski & Winchester

by badfanfictionaire

Sam and Dean pick up the victim of a werewolf attack from the side of the road. They're used to killing monsters like werewolves, but their new friend Stiles? Not so much. His best friend is the werewolf in question, and Stiles needs the Winchesters' help to save him from a group of hunters that kidnapped him, Allison, and Lydia. Can Stiles convince them Scott's not a threat?

4. Chapter 4

There are apparently two kinds of werewolves, the kind that Scott and Derek are, and the kind that Sam and Dean Winchester hunt and kill. I'm not exactly sure how all the lore works, but from what they told me its kind of like how at one point in history there were different groups of cavemen which later became sub-humans, or something like that. A while back in England, during one of the plagues, a group of werewolves decided that rather than eat human flesh and run the risk of catching that nasty disease (which did kill werewolf "people" despite their great immune systems) they would try distancing themselves from that whole flesh eating thing, and try to survive like regular people (with the exception of the fact that they could transform into half wolves at any time). Some of them didn't make it, they couldn't live off of just people food, but the ones that lived broke off and became the kind of more "friendly" werewolf that inhabits places like Beacon Hills. The other group never had a run in with a werewolf killing plague, and they still spontaneously eat humans. Those have to be kill, the other kind do not.

"So now that you know about this whole other category of werewolves will you stop attempting to find and kill Scott and just help me make sure he's okay?" I asked, trying my best not to fidget under Sam and Dean's glares. I'd only known them for two days, but they had saved my life in that amount of time so I was trying to stay on their good sides.

"We don't let monsters loose," Dean grumbled, "That's the rule, monsters aren't people, they don't get to run free just because they don't 'always' have people for a snack."

"Dean stop," Sam said, "The rule is talk first, stab later. He's just a kid, and like Stiles said there's this whole sub-type we haven't encountered before. What if they really are okay?"

Dean rolled his eyes and left the room. He seemed like the more distressed of the two, which was annoying when we really needed to get a move-on in saving my friends and his negativity was holding everything up.