This is way short and waaay late, I'm so sorry. I finally got muse and motivation back to keep writing this project. And to start the next part I have planned I have to finish this up and just kind of cranked this out. Sorry if it's shit

I'll get to work on the next part immediately and hopefully have it up in the next few days.

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"Dean, I don't think ambushing him in the school parking lot is going to earn us any points with them." Sam said, fingers tapping against his leg nervously as his eyes scanned the crowd of students pouring out of the school and into the parking lot.

Next to him, his brother just rolled his eyes and pushed the door of the car open. "It's not like we're going to be able to get close enough to him anywhere else to say it."

Huffing, Sam climbed out of the impala as well and shot his brother a look over the roof. "You have to say. I wasn't the one that screwed it up."

The eldest Winchester just glared at him, closing the door sharply and striding forward. They'd do enough research last night to know that the beat up Jeep was Stilinski's. Sam sighed heavily and followed his brother. The shorter of the two reached the vehicle first and his lips twisted at the sight of it.

"This thing's a death trap." Dean grumbled, circling it. Sam opened his mouth to chastise him when a familiar voice spoke up from behind them.

"You're one to talk with the thing you two drive." Both of them turned to face Stiles, Dean's brows raising in offense. Stiles didn't give him a chance to retort though, as he brushed past them to throw his bookbag into the back vehicle. "And you have about ten seconds to spit out whatever you have to say before Scott shows up. He probably heard you from across the school by now."

Dean ground his teeth and glanced warily back towards the school. "We….I want to apologise for last night. Demon possession isn't something to throw back in someone's face like that." He said tensely, shoving his hands in his pockets. Stiles leaned against the jeep, face suspicious as he crossed his arms over his chest. "We're leaving town tonight since it's obvious your pack doesn't want our help."

"We don't." Again, both Winchesters turned to face the new voice to find Scott and another teen standing behind him. Scott smiled, face softening. "We appreciate you wanting to make sure everything's okay here but we can handle it."

Looking away from the two, he glanced at Stiles and received a small nod in return. "Can you bring Liam home, man? He doesn't like the bike and the busses already left."

The lanky teen's eyes narrowed at the Alpha but he gave a small nod, pushing away from the jeep to pop open the door. "Yeah, dude. Get in. I gotta stop by the station anyway to drop off dinner for Dad." The new teen, Liam, flashed him a grateful smile and brushed past the two hunters to get in the Jeep as well.

"Stiles." Dean called, making the teen pause in starting up his jeep. The elder took a few steps forward, pulling his card out of his pocket and passing it to him through the window. "Take this and call us if something happens or you guys get in over your heads. We'll do what we can to help."

Taking the card suspiciously, Stiles nodded and Dean took a step back so he could back the monstrosity of a jeep out of the space and pull out. Both of the Winchesters watched him go, jumping a little when Scott cleared his throat. Both of the men turned to face him, wary, and he smiled and held out his hand.

"It was kind of cool to meet you guys." He said sincerely as Dean took his hand in a tight hand shake. "No offense, though, I really hope we don't have to use that number."

Snorting, Dean shook his head. "Kid, I have a bad feeling we're going to be seeing a lot of each other."