Chapter Text
It was a normal day in Beacon Hills. A normal, quiet, peaceful, boring, and rare day in Beacon Hills. It was a normal, quiet, peaceful, boring day until Stiles received a text over the pack's group MMS.
To>Stiles, Scott, Allison, Erica, Boyd, Lydia, Jackson, Kira, Thing 1, Thing 2
From>Mr McSourwolf
Picked up the scent of a rouge alpha in preserve. Police found a dead 'animal attack victim.'Stay out of the preserve and stay in groups of three or more at all times.
Well there goes that rare, perfectly normal day in Beacon Hills.
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Two Weeks Later
Stiles is sitting on the patio of a small restaurant sitting along the main road into town. Its a great strategical spot since he can see everyone who is entering and exiting town from this spot. Stiles is currently thinking about how it has been two weeks since the first body and the alpha have shown up and how they still cant find the alpha despite him already attacking and killing four people. He snaps out of his thoughts upon hearing something that all supernatural creatures fear: the rumbling of the engine of a 67 Impala along with blaring 80s music and the sound of two males arguing about something. Every supernatural knows thats the sound of the famous Winchester Brothers, two brothers who hunt the supernatural and are famous for their effectiveness. Oh nononononono Stiles mutters to himself as he sees the impala approaching in the distance. Whipping out his phone Stiles struggles to find the camera mixed among the apps. He takes three pictures and is about to take a fourth when he catches Sam Winchester's eye as they pull into the gas station. Stiles immediately puts the phone away, eyes filled with fear as he stares back. Sam leans over to quietly talk to Dean who then glances up at him with narrow eyes before resuming his conversation with his brother which Stiles can hear just fine since his hearing is 2-3 times better than the wolves hearing.
Sam: I caught the short, spiky haired kid in the red hoodie across the street taking some pictures of us when we came into town and he looked like he might pass out from fear when I looked at him. Think hes a wolf? I mean like we are perhaps the most feared hunters in North America.
Dean: Hm? Maybe, I generally only see that look when someone who has close ties to a supernatural creature or when a supernatural creature sees us so I would assume so.
Sam: I think we should follow him so he can lead us straight to his supernatural friends. What do you say?
Dean: Seems like a plan! Perhaps once we know where to find his friends we can take him and squeeze every ounce of information out of him or we can just take him and use him as bait to lure the others into a trap.
Sam: I say we go with my option. Dean: Ok then, its decided. Follow him to his friends, snatch him and juice him, kill him and the wolves.
Stiles relayed this info to the pack and his dad. Everyone was on extra high alert and smelled of anxiety and fear now days and his dad even snuck a GPS onto the Winchester's car to keep tabs on their whereabouts at all times.