Author's Note: hey all, I apologize for not posting in a while. I have been way busier these past few months with work than I have been in a long time. I have some chapters written but they're sort of short, I'm hoping they will tide you all over until I can get back into the swing of things and post longer passages.
Thanks for hanging in there! I hope I don't disappoint!
"We do not have time for this!" Dean grumbled, "There's a vamp nest in Pasadena we have to nab soon, and the last thing we need standing in our way is a rookie werewolf whisperer and a gang of hungry monsters eating teenage girls for dinner."
"Dean this is a break through, I mean, this is amazing. The lore about that alternate group of werewolves hadn't ever been proven conclusively but we have living proof now. This is good news, we have to work this job."
"I don't like it Sammy, something's fishy. And squirmy-mc-squirm-pants isn't helping my case; he's hiding something, I can tell." Dean stared at the poor kid, Stiles he wanted to be called, who was sitting on the discharge-room bench, waiting for the nurse to bring him his belongings.
"He has ADHD, Dean, calm down. He's been popping adderall this entire time. They had it in his records. Obviously he's nervous, his friends are missing. He needs help."
"Listen, fine. You help him. This Stills guy bugs me. I'll go take care of the vampires and do my damn job and you stay here and babysit Caeser Milan's long lost cousin."
"Stiles," I said flatly, "I think his name is Stiles. And Dean, we just have to find three missing kids. We can hit the vamp nest right after that. It will take at most a week to help this guy out."