Chapter 5: Know Your Enemy

Stiles sighed with boredom as he watched Derek trace the same patch of land for what his brain seemed to suggest was the hundred thousandth time. Okay, maybe he'd admit his ADHD was overstating that just a little but come on, how many times did he need to scent the one spot!

"Will you stop pacing!" Derek hissed, his eyes shining red as he glared up at Stiles. "I'm trying to concentrate and it's damn near impossible with you shifting around like that."

The teenager raised his hands up in mock surrender. "Woah...I'm just trying to keep myself occupied whilst you...do whatever the hell it is you're doing..." He finished off lamely, glancing down to the floor where Derek had been focused. "What exactly is it that you're doing?"

Rolling his eyes Derek straightened up to his full height. "Trying to find where their trail leads to...only it seems to stop right here." He turned and glanced around the wide space with narrowed eyes. "How can their scent just begin here..."

"Magic?" Stiles suggested sarcastically.

"Stiles..." Derek growled warningly.

"What? It's a possible solution..." He reasoned with a trademark cheeky smirk. "Heck, look at you and your big werewolf-"

"Stiles!"

"I was going to say face." He smirked, stepping up to tap Derek on the shoulder. "Come on, I think we need to pay a visit to Allison's place. Maybe her or Chris will be able to help us."

"If he doesn't shoot first and ask questions later you mean." Derek muttered as he let the teenager grip his arm and start to tow him back down through the cluster of trees and down towards the road.

"Well I was thinking we could just ask politely to take a look at the Bestiary but if you wanna blow down their door like the big bad wo-"

"Stiles!" Derek snapped, shooting a glare to the teenager. "One more joke and I'm gonna leave you out here."

"Relax Derek, I know it's not your time of the month." Seeing Derek's jaw tense Stiles raised his arms in mock surrender. "Okay! Okay, I give in. No more jokes sourwolf."

The alpha huffed and strode away from the other, hurrying up to the car. The sound of the door slamming behind him made Stiles wince in sympathy for the vehicle. "Note to self. Don't anger angsty werewolves." He mumbled as he too slid into the vehicle.
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The sound of racing tyres drew Sam's attention upwards, his eyes fixing on the sight of a black camero as it sped past. The young hunter elbowed his dozing brother in the ribs making the man startle awake.

Dean grumbled as he sat upright, his eyes trailing several times to the back of the car before he finally caught on and kicked the rental car into life. "Say what you want about werewolves but that one had good taste." He whistled appreciatively as he eyed up the sleek vehicle.

Sam rolled his eyes as he fixed his gaze ahead of them watching as their target drove unaware. "We need to work out a plan Dean, we have no idea how big their pack is and absolutely no idea what the hell even happened to get us here. We might taking on a huge pack without backup."

"Then we gank quickly and make sure they don't get a bite." Dean answered as they followed the camero into the parking lot of a tall block of flats. The hunter raised a brow and glanced over at his brother. "Hardly horror movie material is it..."

"Appearances can be deceptive." Sam said, his eyes fixed firmly ahead as they watched the werewolf and his teenage companion slide from the car and slip inside the building. Only the sound of the driver side door slamming shut made him snap to attention as he shifted to see Dean rushing to follow the pair. "Dammit!" He hissed as he slipped out to follow.

"Looks a bit normal for a werewolf pack...out in the open...not easy to hide their extreme time of the month." Dean mumbled as Sam caught up to him, the pair making their way slowly through the corridors of the building, following the footsteps of the others.

"Times change, supernatural beings aren't confined to caves and secluded spots as they once where. With the ignorance people display these days it makes it easy for them to hunt in crowded places."

"Then let's stop 'em before anyone else can die at thei-" Dean's sentence slipped into a grunt of pain as he felt a heavy weight slam him hard into the wall, a gun pressing firmly against his temple.

Sam drew his pistol quickly and aimed it at the attacker, frowning as the older male pressed the gun harder against his brother's head. "Let him go and I won't kill you." He warned.

"You two are the ones invading my home. Why should I trust a word a pair of rogue hunters say?"

"We're not-"

Chris rolled his eyes and turned his gaze upon Sam finally. "A hunter always recognises his own kind. Now tell me quickly, why are you here?"

"Werewolves." Dean answered, ignoring Sam shooting him an irritated look. "Come on Sammy, I'm attached to my face."

"So you thought you'd just come here and attack a werewolf on a whim?"

"Recon work" Sam answered. "Learn his lair and habits and we can take him down. When we have a supply of silver of course."

Chris laughed and shook his head. "You two must be rookies to think silver will take down a fully grown werewolf."

Dean turned his head to look at Sam in confusion. Every werewolf they'd ever taken down they'd been successful with the old methods, why was this one any different?

Chris stepped back and finally released Dean, shoving his own pistol into his holster. "I think you and I should have a talk somewhere private." He turned without a further word and stalked into a nearby door.

The brothers shared a simple wary look as they holstered their guns and followed.