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?

8. Chapter 8

When we broke into the old papermill whoever had been holding Stiles' friends captive took off running. Dean raced after them, but eventually came back unscathed and defeated, saying they'd driven off in a black mini van. Thus far he'd been a complete asshole about this case, mainly because he hates encountering a new type of beast (especially if it's one he can't just kill and walk away), but also because he hates working with people who are convinced their 'pals' won't turn on them when they become un-human. Its hard enough to have to kill someone's friend or loved one while they aren't around, but it's way worse when they're with you on the case and they're still convinced there's a chance. "Just the two girls are here," I told him, nodding in Stiles' direction where he was untying Lydia and Allison from their chairs.

"I didn't hear or see anyone else on this floor when I was walking through," Dean said, "We should still sweep the place, just to double check."

I nodded and walked over to let Stiles know we were going to search the rest of the building. "Dean and I are going to go check the rest of the rooms, keep quiet and be on the lookout incase those guys come back."

He nodded vigorously and went back to his friends.

On the second floor Dean and I carefully checked each room, seeing no one at all. It was quiet for a while, but then Dean broke the silence, finally spilling what was on his mind. "You don't think this is a set-up, do you?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" I started up the stairs to the third floor, "Like, this building is booby trapped? Or do you mean this case in general?"

"This case. I mean, a new type of werewolves…? Come on Sam, that does sound a bit odd to you, right? Plus these two kids and their friends get ambushed while they're walking down the road because…?"

"We deal with weird every day, Dean. A different species is probably at the bottom of the list when it comes to bizarre things we've encountered. And my guess is as good as yours when it comes to them getting attacked, it was probably just some thugs thinking they'd kidnap a couple kids and get paid ransom or whatever."

"I just can't help but feel like we're being played. That Stiles kid and his friend Scott could be trying to rope us in and then kill us. How do we even know that Scott is really missing? He could have been one of the guys that ran off earlier, and we just led Stiles right to where their kidnapped female victims are."

"You're way over thinking this," I assured him, "And if you're that worried we can't trust them, maybe we should go a bit more sniffing around."

Dean nodded and started down the hallway, checking rooms as he went. After about five minutes we didn't see a thing, so we started back downstairs. "I'm just saying, we've got to be careful," Dean piped up once we got to the first floor again, "I don't like this whole thing, not one bit."

I tried not to roll my eyes, "Of course. Being careful is always a priority."