Now that they had cleared up where certain loyalties laid, the pair sat together on the floor by Stiles' bed, pressed against each other from shoulder to toe.
"What are we going to do?" Stiles asked, turning to look at Scott.
"We need to tell the pack. They won't know to hide themselves if they don't know there are hunters in town," Scott replied.
"When?"
"I'll tell them tonight. You can tell them what you know tomorr-" Scott tensed suddenly, falling silent.
"Scott? What's wrong?" Stiles asked, scrambling to his feet.
"They're here," he murmured.
"You should probably go."
"They parked by the window."
"Stiles, they're here!" a voice called from downstairs.
"That's my dad," Stiles said. "I have to go."
"I'll come with you," Scott said. Stiles put his hands on his hips.
"Scott."
"What? I just want to get a feel for the guys. Let the pack know what they're like, you know?"
"Fine, but don't let anyone come here tonight. It won't exactly be easy to hide with hunters sleeping in the next room."
"We've kept ourselves hidden from a sheriff for three years."
"Not the same thing."
The sheriff didn't even react when he saw Stiles and Scott stumbling down the stairs. The man next to him, on the other hand, broke out in a wild grin.
"Stiles!" Stiles bounded towards him. "Long time no see, tiger!" the man exclaimed as he pulled the teen into a tight hug. Scott tried not to growl.
"Dean, it's good to see you!" Stiles cried. The man, Dean, was tall with short, sandy brown hair, and, as far as Scott could tell, smelled like dirt and apple pie. Of course, if he thought Dean was tall, then he was in for a surprise when a giant came bumbling inside. If it was possible, Stiles' grin grew even wider. "Sam!" he screeched, crashing into him. The top of his head didn't even reach Sam's chin.
"Who's this?" Dean asked suddenly, effectively ruining the reunion, and raised his chin at Scott. The younger man narrowed his eyes.
"That's Scott! He was just leaving, weren't you, Scotty?" Stiles said, scurrying back and pushing Scott towards the door.
"Bye, Stiles. See you tomorrow," Scott said in a way that suggested they would be having words later. Stiles just hoped he would remember not to let anyone sneak into his house later.