It should have been an easy case. Follow the list, take out a bunch of monsters and actually get paid for it for a change. What the list hadn't said was that half the people on it were teenage kids.

It was enough to make Dean want to go after whomever had written it up and blow their heads off.

He took another look through the binoculars and stared at the small group of teenagers sharing a meal on school grounds.

They seemed so young, harmless even. But if the list was to be believed, three of them were weres, one of them was a banshee and the Japanese girl was a Kitsune. And not the kind that Sam's friend Amy had been. The list didn't say anything about the last kid. But Sam said his name was connected with several cases only a few months back.

Sam was already online, looking them up.

Scott McCall, the undisputed leader of the group was an Alpha, barely 17, and already moving up the supernatural ladder. The youngest kid at the table, Liam Dunbar, age 16, had been turned by him. The third were, Malia Hale, or Malia Tate, as her civilian name was, was a were coyote. She'd killed her own mother and sister when she was barely nine years old.

The other two girls, Lydia Martin and Kira Yukimura were for the most part empty pages. Sure, the Martin girl showed up at a lot of murder scenes, but that wasn't that odd for a Banshee. And there hadn't been any Kitsune related murders in the areas that he could see.

Just a Nogitsune, but it seemed to have been handled already.

What the hell was wrong with this place. Most monsters wee too territorial to share their hunting grounds like this. Well unless he counted what he'd found out about the ones in Chicago, but that was a big city. And he didn't think there was any evidence of a bunch of mobs splitting up the place amongst them in a town this small.

Dean touched the silver knife he'd hidden in his coat, knowing he had a few others on him in case he lost the first. His gun was armed with a mixture of silver bullets and wolfsbane laced ammo. And Sam had already put down a line of mountain ash to keep any too curious little monsters from invading their little hideaway.

If these weren't kids, he'd… If these were adults, this would be easy. Get them on their own, take them out and move on to the next targets. He could even use a sniper rifle and take them out from a distance like they'd done to those skinwalkers. But Dean hated killing kids. And if they were going to take out a bunch of teens, then he wanted to be damn sure that the monsters were actually a threat.

The Alpha was looking up at their direction. Dean froze, hoping that the wards they'd put up against the weres hearing were holding up. Then the kid turned back to his girlfriend, touched her hand and got up, quickly followed by the others.

The bell rang seconds later.

Dean brushed passed his janitorial uniform and got his cart ready. Time to clean up the mess and see if their targets left anything that could hint at a lead.