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Chapter 4

The Impala rumbled through the streets of Beacon Hills. Stiles watched as the familiar houses and storefronts sped by. He sat nervously in the back seat while CCR blared through the vehicle.

"Dean, can you turn that down a little bit?" The long-haired hunter named Sam said, looking up from a file folder. Dean stared at his brother.

"What?" he said as he reached for the volume knob and cranked it higher. "Sorry Sammy… can't hear you! Music's too loud."

"I see a bad moon a-rising," The radio blared, "I see trouble on the way."

Sam rolled his eyes, but ultimately returned to the file he was reading. Stiles cleared his throat and spoke as loud as he could over the music.

"Uh… it'll be the next left after these lights." He said. Dean eyed him through the rear view mirror. When Stiles looked back at him, he quickly shifted his gaze back to the road and turned the music down slightly.

Stiles still couldn't believe he was doing everything he was told not to as a kid. He'd gotten into a car with two complete strangers and was telling them where he lived. Not only that, he was leading two werewolf hunters straight to his werewolf friend. Had he lost his mind?

No. For some reason Stiles felt like he could trust these guys. Maybe it was Sam's politeness that made him feel like a friend, or the constant looks of concern from Dean that made him feel like he had a protective older brother. Either way, he was only 50% sure he wasn't falling into a trap and leading the hunters straight to their target.

Dean turned left onto the street Stiles had indicated. They drove along in an awkward silence, listening to the song blaring through the radio.

"Don't go 'round tonight, it's bound to take your life. There's a bad moon on the rise."

Dean noticed the kid shifting nervously in the back seat. Looking back on it, he realized that "Bad Moon Rising" wasn't the best song choice for the trip. Hastily he turned off the radio, which caught Sam's attention. He followed Dean concerned look through the rear view mirror. He closed his folder and cleared his throat.

"So, um… Stiles…" he started "How long has your dad been the sheriff?"

There was a dense silence as Sam kicked himself for his failed attempt at small talk. However, to his surprise the young boy answered quite politely.

"I don't really know actually…" he said, staring out the window, "I guess it's been a few years now since he was promoted. Take a right at the stop sign."

"Must be cool…"Dean said, obeying Stiles's directive, "Having your dad as the sheriff."

"Yeah…" Stiles smirked. "Especially when he lets me help with the cases."

Sam turned around in his seat to look at the kid.

"You mean you've helped your father solve some of these cases?"

Stiles looked a little worried, as if he'd done something wrong.

"I mean… I help out here and there… where I can." He said cautiously. "I do a lot more when it comes to supernatural cases. That's kind of our specialty"

"Our… as in you and Scott?"

Stiles nodded.

"How long has Scott been… like this." Sam asked curiously.

"Well… he was bitten at the beginning of freshman year but he only became an Alpha recently."

"Alpha?" Dean said quizzically "You mean… of the pack?"

"My pack, yeah." Stiles answered defensively. "That's it there. The grey house with the Jeep parked in front."

Dean pulled the Impala into the driveway beside the beat up blue Jeep. The trio got out and made their way to the door with Stiles in the lead. He opened the door only to be ambushed by a young blond boy with a baseball bat.

"Stand back!" he exclaimed. "A-and let my friend go!"

Stiles put his hands up either in defense or to calm the kid down.

"Whoah, whoah Liam, it's alright. I'm alright." He assured the kid. "I'm not a hostage; I brought them here. We can trust them… I think…"

The baseball bat dipped.

"And why are you using my baseball bat? You have claws and fangs." Stiles remarked.

"Oh… I- " Liam began, looking at the bat in his hands. "I panicked!" He concluded.

Stiles rolled his eyes and strolled past him towards the kitchen, Sam and Dean followed with the teen with the bat took up the rear.

They walked into the dining room where three other teens were gathered around the dining table. Sam barely recognized the boy they met in the woods, Scott, without his fangs and glowing red eyes, but he was seated at the head of the table. He jumped out of his chair when he saw them enter. The other two teens turned to face them, a young girl with short brown hair and a scowl and anther older looking girl with long red hair. Claws sprang from the short haired girls fingers. She growled.

"Stand down, Malia" Scott said slowly.

"It's alright Malia. I brought them here." Stiles said.

"Are you crazy?" the redhead exclaimed.

"Maybe but… I'm pretty sure they can help us."

Scott was pretty shocked to see the hunters waltz into their meeting, but he trusted his best friend's instincts and if he trusted them then… Oh God, what was that old saying his mom used as a mantra? If Stiles jumped off a cliff would you? Stiles may be a trouble maker, but Scott still trusted him with his life.

After brief and kind of awkward introductions the group got back to discussing the problem at hand. He had already filled the pack in on what happened in the woods and he noticed that while the attention of the hunters was on the documents on the table or on someone else in the room almost everyone else's eyes were on the hunters. It would take a while before they could fully trust the two strangers, especially after they had almost killed Scott. They were, however, very knowledgeable in the supernatural and Scott didn't know if he found that impressive or suspicious. Nevertheless, Scott's attention was drawn back to the discussion.

"So all these recent murders…You guys think it's a rogue were-wolf?" Dean asked.

"An Omega?" Sam added.

"Well it wasn't one of us if that's what you were thinking." Malia pipped up. Stiles put a hand on her shoulder, calming her down.

"We know it is." Stiles said confidently. "We saw him in the reserve the night…" He trailed off nervously. Sam inhaled sharply. He got the point.

"Alright. How do we catch this son of a bitch?" Dean asked.

"Well… He's probably just been bitten." Lydia hypothesized. "The murders have been happening according to the moon cycle after all."

"Well, there aren't very many ways to be turned." Malia said. "You're either bitten by one of us or-"

"Peter." Stiles finished her sentence.

"Who?" Dean asked.

"He's the wolf that turned me." Scott clarified. "He was the one behind all the 'mountain lion' killings."

Sam nodded his head in recognition.

"I think it's time we gave Peter Hale a visit." Lydia concluded.