Max: 8- NO! Salt only works on ghosts and Demons. The Winchesters have given no indication that they know about rowan wood/mountain ash, or that they use wolfsbane, since we're on the topic. 9- They did adopt him. Stiles didn't find it funny, nor did Dean... Derek may have found it a little funny. 10-Sam and Stiles talk plenty in this chapter. Careful what you wish for. And I don't know about other schools, but all the public schools I've been in, don't do much the first week, especially not on Friday. Cas believed him, partially because it fits with the school not wanting him to start until Monday, and Dean told Sam if he argued with Cas he'd kick his ass, because Cas NEEDS some new clothes and he would refuse to go and fly off if Sam upset him. And on your random note, I don't think Stiles needs much teaching to deal with werewolves. And I don't think he'd want them to teach him because he wouldn't want to be a hunter. As I said, he and Scott are pack, which puts him in their boat. He would never want to think of himself as a hunter, and all Our Winchesters could teach him is how to kill. "Silver to the heart or the head." And that method Stiles would be put off by that just as much as Scott or Derek. It's not the pack's way.
SQUIGGLE: Nice to see you as always. Seeing your name in the Reviews is a delight.
Wolf Dragon Demon: I don't know, why don't you GUESS?! But no, it'll be awesome. Dean will not be happy camper. He already would seriously like to kill Derek. Thank you for the review.
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Sam had gone on a run a couple hours later to clear his head of what went on between Stiles and him. He was actually worried the kid might hate him. As he returned from his run a teen with black curly hair push past him, storming out. He shrugged it off, figuring it wasn't any of his business. He got himself some milk out of the kitchen and plopped himself in front of the TV to watch cooking shows and HGTV while Dean and Cas were out buying suits, for Cas who was apparently going to start working at the high school Monday. Stiles came down the stairs seeming to be in a sulking mood. "Hey. Sup?" His foster nephew sighed flopping on the couch.

"I just need to stop caring about people…. Or start going to sleep by 10. But then I'd have to take my Adderall at like…. Five in the morning."

"Guy troubles….?" Stiles shook his head.

"Scott? Hell no. In general- yes." Sam tried to keep from smiling as he gave a sympathetic look.

"Want to talk about it?" Stiles looked at him for a minute completely silent.

"Is it bad if a guy you like gets caught sneaking into your room, sneaks out while you're explaining it to your dad, who just had pointed a gun at him, leaves a note that says 'Sorry for getting you in trouble' and then doesn't answer your texts…?" Sam open and closed his mouth like a fish out of water.

"Honestly…?" Stiles nodded not looking very hopeful. "Yes. The only options there are he's freaked out, mad, scared, guilty, embarrassed, too busy to answer you, or hurt or dead."

"I didn't consider a few of those, and I don't know whether to be relieved or scared…" Sam gave a soft sympathetic chuckle.

"I suggest both." Sam smiled at Stiles. "That way you can't regret not feeling one later."

"I don't know whether that's the smartest thing I've ever heard or the stupidest. Pretty sure it's the first… Thanks, man."

"No problem. So, you mad at Dean?" Stiles seemed to become a bit guarded. "I'm not going to report whatever you say back to him. I'd understand if you were. I just thought you might want to vent."

"Nah… I get why he freaked. He might have said 'there's a shotgun in your closet' a bit loud on purpose. But I think Derek was gone by then anyway." Sam nodded, and said a bit firmly.

"So why the research on lycanthropy?" Stiles tried staring Sam down, but after a full minute sighed. "Are you going to think I'm crazy?"

"I doubt you could imagine what it'd take to just surprise me." Sam tried not to give Stiles any inkling of what he meant.

"Scott and I were out—"

"I know, Dean told me. Everything. What about it?"

"Scott swears it was a wolf or something, he says he heard a wolf howl. They found wolf fur on a body found that night, in that area. Well, half of a body. And since that bite, Scott's been acting… weird. Doing impossible things. I told him, told him he needed to cancel his plans because tonight's the full moon. I tried to make him cancel but he threw me into the wall and nearly punched me." Sam sighed.

"Maybe he's just stressed." Sam didn't particularly think it sounded like a werewolf, but he didn't want to use those exact words.

"Sam, He knocked over my computer chair before he stormed off. You need to see it…" Sam gave a curious look and followed. The chair had three parallel cuts. Like those he and Dean often saw.

"Uh-huh, definitely not just stress…" Stiles sighed. "I'll talk to Dean about it okay?"

"What?! No, no, no. He's just going to worry and say I shouldn't hang out with him. It's fine. I'll just keep an eye on him." Sam stopped him from leaving the room.

"Stiles, I can't let you follow your werewolf friend off to wherever. You have no idea what you're getting into." Stiles definitely seemed upset about Sam's opposition.

"I know I'm trying to help my best friend. I know what I got from my research."

"And if your research is bullshit?" Stiles looked speechless and pissed.

"Then, I go with my gut, act in the moment."

"Stiles, I'm trying to help you out here. It's a bad idea. You need to leave this for us to deal with." Stiles threw up his hands.

"And what makes you so qualified?!" Sam crossed his arms.

"How's about when Dean gets home you can present your case to him, and ask him if he wants you chasing around a werewolf?" Stiles looked as if he had run into a cage. Sam gave him a waiting look.

"Fine. I'll talk to him about it when he gets back…" Stiles finally got by him and muttered "Dick…" as he got up and made his way toward the stairs. Sam rolled his eyes and called after the boy.

"I heard that ya know!"

"Yeah, well, maybe you were supposed to!" His foster nephew stormed up the stairs.

Teenagers are hard…..