The boy ran from the office and slammed the door behind him. Sam and Dean shared a knowing look. They definitely recognized the kid. He was the same one from last night. Dean raised an eyebrow as if to say "Coincidence?"

They sheriff mustn't have noticed.

"Sorry about that… that was just my son." He said tiredly, as if he said that line often.

"Your son?" Dean asked surprised.

"Yeah…" Stilinski chuckled softly. "And yes he is as much trouble as he looks."

Sam and Dean laughed half-heartedly with the sheriff, giving each other knowing looks.

"As for these murders…" Stilinski continued with their conversation. "I thought the FBI had given up on Beacon Hills."

"What makes you say that?" Sam asked.

"Well… it's just that, we've had one of your agents come out here before, Agent McCall, and well… he didn't seem to think there was much the FBI could do for our little town. So tell me… why exactly are you here?" The Sheriff asked suspiciously.

"Well… the FBI has started a project where we are opening many unsolved cases and your little town seems to be the hot spot for them." Sam recovered quickly.

"In fact just recently…" Dean pulled a few documents out of the case file and slapped them onto Stilinski's desk: gruesome photos of several mangled corpses. "You've been dealing with a string of murders – "

"These were confirmed as animal attacks, I don't see how they fit in with your 'unsolved case' project." Stilinski said, crossing his arms defensively.

"C'mon…" Dean smiled slyly, "You tried to write off a string of murders a few years ago as wild mountain lion attacks, but we both know that's not true. What's to say this isn't the same person coming back to finish the job?"

"Look." Stilinski said firmly, leaning over his desk, "I don't mind you guys coming in and helping with a few unsolved cases. Between you and me, I've got my hands full with the shit that goes on in this town. But if you want to waltz in here and tell me how to do my job, well… you can waltz your ass right back out."

Dean nodded politely and picked the photos up off the desk. "Thanks for your time… sheriff."

As the two of them turned to leave Sam leaned over and whispered to Dean.

"He knows there's something supernatural going on."

Dean replied quickly with a smirk: "You think I don't know that?"

"Well?" Stiles asked impatiently. Scott shushed him.

"C'mon man I gotta know. What's going on?" Stiles wrung his hands nervously while Scott took a deep breath, his eyes still closed as he listened intently.

"They say they're doing some sort of project… opening unsolved cases…"

"And?"

"And… they mentioned the murders… Peter's murders… from when I was first turned…"

"Do you think they know –"

"About the supernatural? I don't know… but they seem a little too nosy for the FBI, and that's coming from the son of an FBI agent."

Stiles thought for a moment.

"They could be frauds…" he stated.

"What?" Scott asked, surprised.

"Think! They're ballsy enough to carry sawed off shotguns and hunt werewolves. And imagine how much easier their job would be if they could get the inside scoop in each town by just whipping up a badge."

"Well, their job is hunting and killing me so if they have that kind of power…" Scott trailed off nervously.

"But don't you see Scott?" Stiles said enthusiastically. "If I can prove they're fakes then we have the upper hand."

Scott looked hopefully at his friend.

"What do you need?"

"Their badges. One look at those puppies, and I'll know!"

"Well… then I think I have a plan… but I don't know if you're going to like it." Scott said.

"Why?" Stiles asked suspiciously.

"Cause if they see me they might kill me!" Scott exclaimed. "But you might get away with it…"

Stiles sighed.

"Fine, what's the plan?"

"So, what's the plan?" Sam asked as they walked through the lobby of the sheriff's station.

"I think we gotta visit a few of the victim's families, a coroner, anyone who can tell us how these murders went down because we aren't getting anything from the sheriff."

"Do you think he's in on it? Protecting whoever's involved?" Sam asked.

"Wait a second…" Dean stopped to think "He might not know exactly what's going on but we know someone who does..."

"His son!" They said simultaneously.

"I think it's time we have a little chat with Sheriff Jr." Dean said.

As they turned for the exit Sam crashed into a hooded kid walking swiftly past him, who basically used Sam's shoulder like a revolving door.

"Sorry..." the kid apologized quickly and continued walking until he disappeared around the corridor. Sam exchanged a look with Dean.

"Was that..." Dean asked what they were both thinking.

"Yeah..." Sam said. He stopped for a second and felt his jacket's chest pocket, where he kept his badge. It was empty. Sam and Dean exchanged yet another look and they both turned to look in the direction of the kid. Sure enough, there was a head peeking just around the corridor. It poked back around the corner when it detected the two sets of eyes on it, but it was too late. Dean set off at a brisk pace for the corridor.

"Dean!" Sam said tiredly, but followed his brother.

As Dean rounded the corridor corner the brown haired teen jumped at the sight of him and tried to make his escape but it was too late. Dean grabbed the kid by the collar and pushed his back against the wall.

"Alright Buddy," Dean snarled at the teen. "I don't know what your deal is, or who you're trying to protect but I just want you to know that this isn't a game, okay! People are dying. Now despite what you probably think, we are not the bad guys here!"

The teen let out a soft chuckle. "Not the bad guys, hunh? Last time I checked good guys don't chase teenagers through the woods with shotguns or try to pose as FBI agents!"

Dean loosened his grip on the kid's shirt a little. "How'd you..."

The kid held up Sam's badge and Dean broke eye contact for just a second to inspect it.

"You made these all wrong... everyone knows the agent's code is supposed to go on the bottom left. Also, the FBI have hair regulations and your friend there-" He poked his head at Sam. "violates pretty much all of them."

There was a moment of silence as Sam self-consciously tucked his hair behind his ears. Dean let go of the teen and snatched the badge from him.

"You're a smart kid," Dean said "but you're making a dumb decision. What you don't understand is that your friend isn't himself anymore. He's a blood thirsty animal that can and will hurt you and I can't let that happen. I don't expect for you to understand, so just stay outta my way." Dean turned to walk away, irritation clear on his face but was stopped.

"I don't think you understand!" The teen stood tall despite the fact that Dean was a lot taller than he was. "My friend has never and is never going to hurt anyone. And if you try to hurt him you'll have to hurt me too."

Dean stopped and stared at the boy, stunned at his bravery, but Sam smiled. He admired the boy's stubbornness.

"What's your name?" he asked. The boy was confused at Sam's friendly tone, hesitant to answer.

"Stiles..." he said, in a flat tone.

"Why don't you walk with us, Stiles?" Sam ignored the look Dean was giving him, and smiled reassuringly. Slowly, Stiles stepped past Dean and headed in the direction of Sam's outstretched arm. They walked out into the parking lot and stopped when they reached the Impala.

"Um..." Stiles said shyly, as Sam sat on the hood of the vehicle and looked in his direction. "You know that I am the sheriff's son so if you..."

"We're not going to hurt you Stiles… I just wanted to talk somewhere more private."

Stiles scratched the back of his neck and nervously glanced at Dean, who was leaning up against the driver's door. "Okay but what about-"

"Don't mind Dean he's just a little… grumpy." Sam smiled, as Dean rolled his eyes.

"Okay so... what did you want to talk about?" Stiles asked "I think we established all the threatening stuff in there, so-"

"I'm not here to threaten you either. I want to hear your side of the story."

Stiles and Dean both looked at Sam with puzzled looks on their faces.

"If you said you're friend, the one we were chasing last night, didn't do this... then I want to know who you think did."

Stiles was a little hesitant to answer, almost as if he thought this was too good to be true. He started telling them his story cautiously, but ended it in a full gallop.

"So you're saying there's a whole pack of werewolves…" Sam started.

"Yes." Stiles confirmed.

"Wait… what's a Banshee?" Dean interrupted.

"To be honest… not really sure…"

"And a were-coyote, seriously?"

"Okay," Stiles cut in "I think that's enough with 'question period'. My turn. Are you guys going to leave my friend alone or what?"

Sam and Dean looked at each other for a second. Dean stepped towards Stiles.

"Why don't you let us meet this Scott and we can go from there?"