A/N: I'm sorry. As far as timelines are concerned, Teen Wolf post season 2 (minus alpha pack) and Supernatural season 5ish but not really I don't even know it has been way too long.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or Teen Wolf

Chapter 1

"The Hunter, the Wolf and the Stilinski"

"Busty Asian Beauties?"

Stiles almost fell off his chair, dropping the magazine as he scrambled to his feet and yelping when he managed to take down a paper weight with him. His toe was definitely going to be bruised after that one. He looked up to meet a pair of green eyes and a knowing smirk which was completely uncalled for because no, that was not his magazine. Jackson must have slipped it into his bag at lunch.

"I uh-it's not mine" he explained, running a hand through his hair "My friend-well he isn't really my friend but-"

"Relax kid!" the guy's smirk grew wider if that was even possible and behind him his companion rolled his eyes "We won't tell"

"Derek" hissed the taller one, stepping forward so that he was even more…tall. Seriously the guy looked like Sasquatch-he even had the hair for it. Derek shrugged and held up his hands defensively so Sasquatch carried on. "Look, we're sorry for interrupting you but we were just looking for the Sheriff."

"Yeah, I'm Dean and he's S-tan" added Dean "We're with animal control. We're here about the attacks"

"The…attacks!" cried Stiles "Of course! The animal attacks! Dad told me you were coming." He took in their suits and frowned "A bit formal for your line of work aren't you?" The two exchanged glances and Stan glared at Derek.

"We um…take our work seriously" said Derek quickly looking away from his colleague.

"Right" nodded Stiles and Stan gave him a tight smile. "Right I should go get him then- the Sheriff I mean… because you're here about the attacks"

"Hey!" cried Stiles earning him a disapproving look from the receptionist as he sprinted out of the station "Hey wait up!" He narrowly missed careening into the two men but at least he'd caught up. "Who are you?" he panted out as they fixed him with quizzical looks.

"We told you" said Sasquatch evenly "We're from animal control. We're here to identify what's been causing the attacks"

"Yeah you might have fooled my Dad with that but Stan Shunpike? Really?" he rolled his eyes at the guilty looks they exchanged "Look, if you don't want to tell me why you're here fine. At least tell me your names, the real ones."

"I don't know what-"

"Sam," the shorter one spoke up, ignoring Sasquatch's scowl, "His name is Sam and I'm Dean"

"Cool so what brings you to Beacon Hills?" smiled Stiles, "It isn't exactly the most exciting holiday destination"

"Nice try, kid" said Dean, "you asked for our names and I just gave them to you so if you could tell us where the nearest motel is…we'll be on our way"

Stiles gave them the directions and watched them drive off much too fast in an impressive beast that took up half the road. "Sam and Dean," he muttered to himself, noting the plates of their car. It looked like he would be busy tonight.

"Oh my God!" yelped Stiles when turning on the light revealed the now almost familiar figure of Derek Hale in his bedroom. He stood by the window with his arms crossed, complete with leather jacket and signature scowl. He must have a wardrobe of them- the jackets, not the scowls although that may be possible too. "Dude you have got to stop doing that!" he cried, throwing his arms up in frustration and making straight for the desk.

"Who were they?" asked Derek, completely ignoring Stiles' protests like he always did.

"Oh great, so you're stalking me now"

"No, I can smell them on you," snapped the werewolf. Stiles could feel him hovering by his shoulder as he typed in his password. Coupled with the hardness of his voice, it was unnerving to say the least. "Who were they?"

"I don't know but I'm going to find out."

He didn't have much to go by. He knew that they were definitely not with animal control and he was fairly certain that their names were in fact Sam and Dean although now that he thought about it he couldn't be sure they hadn't lied a second time. A Google search turned up millions of 'Sam and Dean's as well as dozens of Facebook profiles with the name 'Dean Samuels' but no one who looked like the two he had met. Even the number plates didn't work. They had been taken from some truck in Ohio.

Groaning in frustration, Stiles leaned back almost knocking heads with Derek who had been reading over his shoulder. "I need more!"

"You have their names and their plates! I've seen people tracked down with less than that!"

"That's because most of your friends use their noses… and their teeth. Do you even know how many 'Sam's and 'Dean's there are in North America?" Stiles hoped his voice wasn't actually as shrill as he heard it. "And those plates are fake. Whatever they are doing, they're good." He paused, considering their choices, "maybe we should just try asking them again. You can use the angry wolf look."

"You're not talking to them," said Derek flatly. He moved back, shifting his glare from the computer screen to Stiles.

"Why not?"

"Because they could be dangerous…" he began and yeah like that was going to stop Stiles. Unfortunately Derek knew exactly what he was thinking. "I'm serious Stiles, you're a part of my pack now and that means we do this my way. I'm the alpha."

"Yes, you say that a lot but you know," Stiles grinned at him pointedly, "I'm never good at doing what I'm told."

"So the Hale house, huh?" Sam looked up from the computer screen and Dean jumped, cursing under his breath as he spun around. When he saw who it was he sighed.

"Dude, what are you stalking us now?"

"No, I just really like the library is all," smiled Stiles, ignoring Dean's muttered "of course you do". If they didn't want to be found they really should have chosen a more subtle car. The Impala they drove stood out like a… well like an Impala in a street full of ordinary town cars. "If you want to go to the Hale house, I can take you there you know."

"Thanks but we're fine," said Sam, giving him a tight smile. "We were just leaving actually." He gathered up a torn black book that looked more like a diary than anything and gestured for Dean to follow.

"You might get lost!" Stiles called after them. The librarian did not look impressed, but then again she rarely did. Ever since that time he had brought Derek here and she'd tried to hit on him… it hadn't exactly ended well.

"Listen kid…. Wait what is your name, anyway?"

"Stiles… Stiles Stilinski"

"Stiles Stilinski?" Dean gaped at him but Stiles was used to that.

"It's, that's just what people call me."

"Oh," he still looked like he was expecting some kind of punch line. "Okay well look Stiles, even if we did want to visit the Hale house -which we don't- but if we did, we would still have this thing they call a map."

"But it's private property!"

Dean sighed dramatically. "What do you want from us kid?" he asked, giving Sam an exasperated look. Sam just looked amused.

"My name is Stiles and I'm the Sheriff's son. Trust me, I can help you"

"Fine, you can come!"

"Dean!"

"He might as well," shrugged Dean, "You know he's never going to stop, right?"

"But-"

"Cool! This is going to be fun!" cried Stiles. He grinned at the two men. "We should go outside though, Ms. Sevoy doesn't look impressed."

Sam sighed, leading the way out of the automatic glass doors, towards the waiting Impala.

"So tell me Stiles, where is the best burger place in Beacon Hills?" asked Dean, fishing for keys in his pocket. Sam fixed him with a look but he shrugged. "Just doing some research."

"What he means is what can you tell us about the Hale house?" said Sam, not unkindly.

Stiles chuckled. "There is one down the road but dude, you have to try the curly fries there. They're amazing!" Dean smirked appreciatively. "As for the Hale house… well that is a long story."

"Who are they?" asked Scott, adjusting the school bag he had slung over a shoulder.

"Sam and Dean," Stiles told him, watching as both he and Allison turned to stare. "What? You know me… I did my research. Besides, they're actually pretty cool. Dean likes curly fries and Sam reads 'Game of Thrones'. He even said he's lend me his copy of 'A Dance with Dragons' if they stick around long enough."

"So you… know them?" asked Allison while Scott was too busy gaping.

"Know isn't exactly the word I would use I mean I took them to the Hale house yesterday because they wanted to do some-"

"You took them to the Hale house?" Scott spun around , holding Stiles by the shoulders as though he was trying to shake the answers out of him. "Dude! Does Derek know?"

"Uh well no I might have neglected to mention it to him so, no…" he took one look at Scott's horrified expression and gulped. Oh God Derek was probably plotting his downfall right now. It seemed like a good idea at the time. "Look they were just interested because they wanted to write an article about Beacon Hills for their magazine. Turns out they're not actually with animal control! Who'd have thought right? Right?" The other two just watched him blankly.

"A magazine article?" asked Allison, raising her eyebrow. "Beacon Hills isn't exactly a tourist destination. She lowered her voice, glancing around quickly to make sure no one else was within earshot. "What if they're hunters?"

"Oh. Oh," Stiles tried to process that -the implications of that- while avoiding Scott's wide-eyed looks. "But-but just because they're new to town doesn't mean they're involved in the…you know the wolf hunter business," he said finally, "I mean if they're hunters, wouldn't your Dad know them? Has he said anything?"

"No… but I could check just- just be careful okay?" She had spotted Lydia strutting towards them and with a quick smile at Stiles and peck on Scott's cheek she went over to greet her friend.

"I don't know man, maybe we should stay away from them for a while," said Scott, shrugging his shoulders and continuing towards the school, leaving Stiles to ponder how on earth Lydia could walk like she owned the place in twelve inch heels. "They look sort of dodgy"

"They look like underwear models except with shirts on…and pants," said Stiles, jogging to catch up. "But if they are hunters I could always go undercover. I could spy on them and report back to you- just in case!"

"If they are hunters they could hurt you for it," Scott replied without missing a beat. "It's too dangerous."

"And you sound like Derek!" cried Stiles, "look I can do this! Besides you owe me. Remember what happened the last time you didn't listen to me?"

"That was different," said Scott, scowling at the thought, "We still haven't talked about how creepy it is that your vision came true by the way. Besides at least I escaped."

"Yes you did but you might not be so lucky next time, Scott!" talking to Scott lately had become simply exhausting. "We're talking about guns! You know actual weapons that go bang and can kill you!" A couple of months ago Stiles had a vision-a terrifying vision right in the middle of chemistry- where Scott had been pulled from Allison's car at gunpoint by Chris Argent. There had been yelling and screaming followed by a gunshot. Scott had insisted going on the date anyway and had escaped with some sort of peace contract where he wasn't allowed to see Allison. (He had broken it pretty much every night)

"I know what a gun is Stiles!" replies Scott indignantly. He sped up.

"Just trust me on this, okay?" Stiles stumbled as he tried to keep up. "We can't take any more cha-"

He was cut off by perfectly painted nails that had reached out for the front of his shirt and had pulled him away from Scott.

"Erica," nodded Scott in greeting, not looking surprised at all. He'd probably smelt her half an hour ago or maybe it was one of those weird pack things. Stupid werewolves. "I'll see you later Stiles," he added, forcing Stiles to watch as his best friend continued down the corridor, leaving him at the mercy of a psychotic she-wolf. A psychotic she-wolf who could rip him into bite-sized pieces with the effort it took to lift a finger. All Stiles could do was splutter out protests because if that didn't violate the best friend code, he wasn't sure what did.

"Hey Erica, fancy seeing you here! Why yes, I would love to stay for a chat but Harris will string me up if I'm late so I really have to get going. Sorry!" He tried to make a run for it but Erica just grinned, showing her teeth as she pulled him back and threw him not too politely against the lockers. She did that a lot and it was starting to get on his nerves (Not that he could really do much about that per se).

"Hello Stiles, guess what?" she smirked when she saw him gulp. "I don't care." He counted to five as she stepped back before straightening up, trying to gather the remnants of his dignity. There was very little of it left and he wanted to preserve it.

"What do you want?" he asked in his best 'I'm not afraid of psychotic she-wolves' voice. Judging by the widening of her smile it hadn't worked.

"Derek is mad," she informed him in a sing-song voice. "He said that the stunt you pulled with Sam and Dean was stupid and if you're not careful he will rip your throat out."

"Since when were you his messenger?"asked Stiles, trying to think of anything but how angry Derek probably was.

"I'm not his messenger. I'm a part of his pack," there was something in the look she gave, the way she stressed the last word that caught Stiles. He didn't know what it was but he stored it at the back of his mind to mull over later on. "He doesn't want you talking to them."

"Well you can tell Derek that I will talk to whoever I like because I'm not one of his little betas. He can't tell me what to do."

Erica snorted, looking him over with that strange considering look she had worn before. "Point taken," she said finally, nodding and joining the sea of other students rushing to get to class. Stiles stared after her, wondering when daily assaults by werewolves had become a normal occurrence in his life.

The next time Stiles ran into them, it was entirely by accident. He had simply popped into the burger place to make sure his Dad hadn't stopped by for a lunchtime indulgence session. (He was on a strictly no junk-food diet but Stiles was still suspicious.) It wasn't his fault that Dean had decided to dine there at that particular hour.

He was about to grab his food and walk out because despite being all for breaking the rules, an angry Derek was something he definitely did not want to deal with when Dean looked up and spotted him.

"Hey kid!" he cried, apparently unaware that everyone was staring at them. His grin just widened as he beckoned for Stiles to join them.

An invite like that was too good to refuse and besides all Stiles had lined up for that evening was video games and homework. Smiling back, he made a beeline for their booth. The first thing he noticed was that Sam was missing which was weird because Stiles had sort of assumed they were attached at the hip. Where Sasquatch went, Dean was sure to follow. In his place was a dark haired man in a trench coat. He had been staring at Dean but when Stiles approached he looked up.

"It will work out," he said with conviction Stiles didn't know a man could posses. Of course he also didn't know what the hell the guy was going on about so he just watched as Dean fixed the man with a pointed look.

"Not now, Cas" he said before turning to smile at Stiles and gesturing to the empty seat beside him. "Let the kid eat in peace."

"But-"

"Cas, we've talked about this."

"But Dean he must know, it is obviously troubling him," He stared at Stiles, his blue eyes seeming to look right into him. Stiles shivered and dropped his gaze to the plate of chips in front of him. There was something about the man that marked him out as different, inhuman even. He had the look of someone who had seen many decades yet he only seemed to be in his 30s. there was also something else. There was a calmness that seemed to resonate from within him which might have even been relaxing if it wasn't so damn foreboding.

"Don't mind him," said Dean, stealing some fries even as Stiles watched. "He's a good guy, just a little… eccentric." Stiles smiled, making a grab for Dean's sauce. Dean pushed it just out of reach and he made a face. "Better luck next time kid."

Stiles didn't bother telling him he had a name. Instead he turned to Cas. "I'm Stiles," he said, holding out his hand. Cas hesitated before smiling and taking it.

"I am Castiel"

"Castiel? That's a nice name," said Stiles conversationally, "like the angel right?" The other two gaped at him for a second before quickly hiding it with hurried nods. "I like researching the supernatural," Stiles felt the need to explain. "At least your parents picked you a name with an interesting origin, even if it is strange. It's more than I can say for my own."

"Stiles Stilinski," Dean chuckled to himself, "At least it has a ring to it."

"No, no, no," said Stiles, "that's just what everyone calls me. My real name is much, much worse."

For some reason Dean found that hilarious. He tilted his head back and laughed, thudding the table and almost upsetting Stiles' milkshake in the process. Cas watched him seemingly intrigued or maybe it was fondness, Stiles couldn't really tell. The sight of the two however made him snort as he held back laughter and before long the waitress who had been serving them politely told them to quieten down or leave (not before slipping her number into Dean's receipt of course). Dean pocketed it with a grin, on the verge of cracking up again.

"Why are you telling me? He's your alpha!"

Erica rolled her eyes while Issac at least looked slightly sheepish. "We just thought he might have-"

"He spends more time at your place than he does with us," Erica cut in, "so do you know what's wrong or not?"

Stiles looked at Scott for help but he just shrugged, making gooey eyes at Allison instead. Sighing, he turned back to the betas who were watching him expectantly. He would have preferred Boyd who actually excelled in diplomacy once you got past the hulk-like build. "look I have no idea what you're talking about but you know it's the anniversary of Laura's death soon… maybe if you give him some time…"

Erica's eyes widened at that. "Of course!" she said softer than before, "how could we have missed that? Yes of course!"

Issac nodded his agreement. "Thanks Stiles," he said as Erica's arm curled around his, pulling him away.

"Well that was… weird," Stiles muttered as he watched them go. He had to agree though. Despite his constant lurking, Derek had definitely pulled back these last couple of weeks. Even when he did show up, he was snappier than usual.

"Yeah, why'd they come to you?"

"I think it's nice that Derek has people to look out for him," said Allison thoughtfully. It was strange how much could change in less than a year. Allison had blamed Derek for her mother's death at first but she'd grown to accept that it was an accident. She still froze at the sight of Derek wolfed out and sometimes Scott had even confessed to being worried sick when she took time off to trek through the woods alone with bow in hand but the girl had definitely changed.

"They're his pack," snorted Scott, "they're supposed to care about him."

"Yes but-" Allison paused and Stiles who had been staring intently at the ground as he thought about ways to help Derek through this time of year, looked up.

Two figures were making their way hurriedly from the parking lot. Beside him, Scott stiffened but Stiles didn't need his confirming growl because he recognized them immediately.

"Dean!" he called out to them, ignoring Scott's scowl.

"Hey kid," greeted Dean enthusiastically, eyeing Scott and Allison before fixing his smile back onto Stiles. "Who're your friends?"

"Uh this is Scott," Scott continued to glare, "and Allison," at least she greeted the man with a smile. Stiles didn't want to push it though, especially when he saw Dean's gaze lingering on the girl and Scott's glare becoming more feral as he noticed it too. "And guys this is Dean and Sam… What are you doing here anyway?" Sam nudged his brother who promptly turned back to Stiles.

"We were looking for an Adrian Harris," Sam spoke up.

"Mr. Harris?" asked Allison before Stiles could, "He's our chemistry teacher. What do you want with Mr. Harris?"

"We're… old friends," Dean told her, smiling again. "Found out he was in town so figured we'd pay him a visit. Is he here today?"

"Yeah, that's his car over there," said Stiles, pointing to the car in question. He noticed Scott eyeing him expectantly and he didn't need a translator to know what he was thinking. He wanted Dean gone. "We really have to get to training now but call me if you need anything," he told the two quickly. The nodded their affirmative and were just out of earshot when Scott rounded on him.

"They have your number now?"

"Why are you spending so much time with them?" Derek practically pounced on him the second he closed the door. The cry Stiles let out was therefore completely dignified. Anybody in his situation would have done the same, thank you very much. Stuck between his bedroom door and an extremely angry werewolf with glowing red eyes and teeth, Oh God he could almost see Derek's teeth.

Stiles shoved him away, looking up in surprise when it actually worked. Derek stood back a couple of feet, eyes still fixed on Stiles but not glowing any more. He was looking expectant and it took a second for Stiles to remember that he'd asked a question.

"Well why do you care?" he challenged, crossing his arms and staring right back. Two could play this game.

"You didn't answer my questions Stiles."

"And you didn't answer mine," Stiles knew it was childish but he was not giving up that easily. He was sick of werewolves telling him what to do and he was going to make a stand no matter how useless or pathetic it was. And just like that they were at a stalemate. Of course it wasn't long before his compulsive need to fill the silence took over. "I have nothing else to do, alright?" he sighed, throwing his hands up and moving for his desk chair. "Scott is practically glued to Allison, Lydia and Jackson are inseparable and I'm pretty sure Danny hates me… and you won't let me anywhere near your house."

It might have been the change in angle or maybe the lighting but Stiles could have sworn Derek's face softened at that. "Stiles-"

"It's ridiculous!" he cried, "I have to resort to occasionally sneaking in. I thought we were friends! We were even going to fix it up you know for your betas and stuff but- what happened?"

"Noth-"

"I mean I let you climb through my window whenever you like. It's only fair you let me do the same," Stiles was pretty sure that wasn't how he'd planned this speech to go (and it really had been a long time coming) but it felt good having put it out there.

"Look," Derek said finally, staring down at the rug and running a hand through his hair. "I can't tell you right now but I'll show you soon… I promise"

Stiles crossed his arms and stared at Derek. The alpha refused to meet his gaze, looking out the window instead.

So there was something, something that had Derek worried. Stiles just wished that he would share because it was infuriating knowing that something was wrong but not being able to fix it. Stiles hated feeling useless.

Surprisingly it was Derek who broke the silence. "Are you free afterschool tomorrow?" he asked, finally looking up.

"Well I was going to hang out with Dean but-" he watched Derek's scowl at the mention of the name and couldn't help but chuckle. "Yes, I'm free"

"Good"

"The guy shouldn't even be a teacher," Dean muttered. "He's creepy" It was possibly the fifth time in the half hour since their meeting with Harris that he'd said those exact words. Since when had his brother even taken to muttering?

"Dean, you cannot judge the teaching capabilities of an individual based on personality traits alone," Cas told him in his matter-of-factly way. Dean (and Sam) were both able to hide their jumps and Dean didn't even let the steering wheel slip as they rounded the corner. They were (almost) used to the teleporting angel now.

"You weren't there, Cas" Dean said, catching their new passenger's gaze through the rear-view mirror. "He's an ass"

"I am almost certain the school would not employ a male donk-" Cas was saying but Sam was too busy reviewing what they'd learnt so far. They'd broken into the Sheriff's department last night to find all the files on the Hale house fire. Harris had been taken in for question regarding the incident and was one of the few who had actually survived afterwards. There was definitely something suspicious about the fire and they were going to investigate it in case there was something there that fell into their division, at least until they caught the rogue werewolf.

Kate Argent had taken the fall for the fire and unfortunately she was dead so they couldn't talk to her. Harris was their last resort save for Derek Hale himself but the school teacher had been not only an ass (Dean was right about that) but a dead end as well.

"You might want to stay clear of the Argents' house," Dean was saying, "They might sense your angel mojo. Bobby said they're old timers so…"

"I can handle their family. I have had dealings with them in the past." Sam didn't bother asking exactly how long ago that was but he was sure it went back at least a couple of centuries.

"Cas, he's right. Just in case," Sam told the angel instead.

"We'll yell if we need anything," Dean added.

Cas looked to each of them in turn before nodding. He was gone before Dean had even indicated to pull over.

"Dean… do you think they knew Dad?" Sam asked as he reached for the . They were still learning new things about their father years after his death.

"Knowing Dad, yeah why not?" That was all he said till they reached for the large, elegantly designed wooden door. "The guy really doesn't go for subtle, does he?"

"All the houses are like that," Sam pointed out. This town was filled with too large houses yet still managed to hold on to its sleepy feel.

The door opened to reveal Stiles' pretty dark haired friend from earlier that day. To her credit she managed to mask her surprise just as well as they did. "Can I help you?" she asked, glancing behind her shoulder even as she held the door stiffly so they couldn't see behind her.

"Hi, Allison right?" the girl didn't respond "We were hoping to see Chris Argent, is he your father?"

"What is this about?" she asked, ignoring the question and just watching them with unmasked suspicion.

"Look Allison-" Dean began and Sam could sense his brother heading into dangerous territory.

"We just want to buy some guns," he said quickly before Dean could finish. He fished out their fake gun licenses to show the girl. She studied them carefully and looked like she was going to protest before thinking better of it and stepping back.

"Dad, it's for you," she called, opening the door wider. A slightly built brown haired man stepped out from a door to the left. He nodded to his daughter who sighed and with one last look at the two in the doorway, disappeared upstairs.

"We don't do after hours. Check back in tomorrow," said Argent, watching them with grey eyes that were almost assessing, much like his daughter.

"We're not here for the guns. We're here because you're doing a lousy job of protecting this town"

"What he means is, we're hunters and we want to talk to you about you… werewolf situation" Sam cut in quickly. He watched Argent's face closely which was the mask of nonchalance most hunters wore.

"I'm handling it" he said tightly.

"Four dead in as many weeks, is that your idea of handling it, Argent, really?"

"You don't know what you're dealing with kid. I've heard of you, Sam and Dean Winchester. While you two were busy ending the world, we were here fighting the werewolves so unless you want them to rip you apart you leave it to my family."

"We know that we might be encroaching on your space," Sam started, keeping his voice low and hoped Chris would do the same. He looked around warily, hoping the neighbours were already in bed. "But we can help you. We've hunted werewolves before."

"Not like these. They aren't the ones hunters like you are used to. They've adapted. They don't just turn during the full moon, they can turn at will. They even hunt in packs and if you take one down they will all come after you."

"And we'll put a silver bullet through the lot of them," said Dean, despite looking just a bit less comfortable about this new turn of events.

Chris Argent chuckled. "You try that and see where it gets you."

When Stiles wakes up in the middle of the woods and the first thing he thinks in I'm finally a werewolf. Scott had woken up like this on that first night as well. He slowly got to his feet, almost expecting a gaping wolf bite on his torso but alas, the pale skin was as smooth and freckled as ever. What he was doing outside Derek Hale's house, half naked and covered in dirt was therefore the million dollar question.

He turned around and was about to just leave because he was sure Derek wouldn't buy any of his feeble explanations when he felt something grasp his bare shoulder. A manly shriek escaped his mouth as he flew back, landing in a carpet of dead leaves and struggling to scramble back further.

"Derek didn't tell me we were expecting company," smirked a young woman with curly dark hair and grey eyes that were actually quite familiar. She moved closer and he tried to stifle the odd sounds of (not) fear he was making. "Boo!"

"Hi, uh- I was just um leaving because I don't have a shirt and um… Derek isn't here… that came out wrong I mean usually I'm fully clothed when Derek is around but right now…I'm rambling. Goddammit Stiles why won't you stop?"

"Stiles hmmm," she was grinning at him and wow she was really quite pretty in a 'could be a vampire from Twilight' kind of way. He hated Twilight. "I've heard a lot about you. Too much to be honest…"

"Oh. Oh" so it wasn't every day he found out a stranger he met in the woods knew a lot about him but… "I'm not trying to be rude or anything but who are you?" he asked before adding for good measure "also I still don't have a shirt on so you kinda owe me,"

The girl chuckled. "I'm Laura Hale"

And of course that was when Stiles woke up, again, in his own bedroom this time. He took a second to collect his thoughts before jumping up and grabbing for his torch. He really hoped he was wrong but he needed to get to the Hale house to make sure.

Dammit Derek what the hell did you get yourself into?

A/N: Dude it's Supernatural. They have unicorns I'm pretty sure anything is possible!