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?

9. Chapter 9

Author's Note: I'm sorry this is so short, I was going to add more but I haven't had anytime. I'll try to have a bit more by the end of the week, so stay tuned!

"I tried to hear what they were saying but it wasn't in English," Allison said, wiping a tear from her eye. I was trying my best to pay attention but Lydia had her arm around my waist. She hadn't let me go since I'd untied her from the chair just a few minutes ago and it was just a tad bit distracting.

"It sounded like Russian," Lydia murmured, "But it could have been Romanian, it was hard to tell."

"Well we'll find him, I promise," I tell them. I'm hopeful Sam and Dean have a better idea of where to look for these guys, because right now I'm fresh out of ideas.

"And you're sure we can trust them," Allison whispered, glancing over at Sam and Dean who had just come back into the room.

I nodded, "From what I can tell they're good at what they do, whatever that is exactly. I mean, if anyone can find Scott I think its them."

Lydia's grip on me tightened a little as they walked over, I think she was intimidated by how tall they both were in comparison to her.

"Are they alright?" Sam asked.

"We're fine," Allison replied, "But I have no idea where they took Scott. They just left with him this morning."

"Do you have any idea why they took him?" Dean questioned.

"I think I heard ekspozitsiya," Lydia says thoughtfully, "Russian for exposure, of course. And something about slava i den'gi."

"Fame and money," Sam says, "Great, they kidnapped him to make a spectacle."

I'm instantly annoyed that people would be willing to kidnap Scott for their own amusement. What kind of person does that? "Well they're not going to get what they want," I grumble, "We're going to get him back, before they make him into their personal freak show."

Lydia has absentmindedly started rubbing my back, almost as if she's worried about me, and had I not been angry with the rest of the world I probably would have been in absolute heaven.

"We'll find him," she says quietly, "Opredelenno, bez somneniya."