'Teen Wolf' Imagines

Family Business Part 2 - Scott McCall (Feat. Dean Winchester)

That same night

The room was quiet and slightly uncomfortable as Dean and I sat on the same sofa, while Scott and Stiles sat on the other sofa across from us. We just stared at one another, while trying to grasp the stories that were shared just a few minutes ago; how I found out about the supernatural with Dean and how Scott got bitten into the supernatural world. I knew Scott and I didn't know everything about each other, but this was just too much. How is one supposed to process my baby brother is a True Alpha and had a pack of his own?

'Back in Black' echoed loudly in the living room as Dean's phone rang in his pocket, causing me to jump out of my skin. Dean squeezed my knee, almost as if he was apologizing for scaring me. He quickly looked at the caller ID before he answered. "Now is not a good time, Sammy."

Dean's eyes narrowed as Sam spoke. I couldn't hear exactly what Sam was saying, but I could hear him rambling rapidly.

Scott shot up from his seat and looked at Dean. "That's my beta!"

"Sammy, don't hurt him!" He nodded at Scott. "Because I said so; that's why!" Dean answered Sam as he stood up and grabbed my hand. It all made sense now. Sam had caught a werewolf, who happened to be Scott's beta.

"I'll explain when we get there." He turned around and motioned Scott and Stiles to follow us as he hung up on Sam. Dean led the way to his Impala, which was parked in the driveway.

"Sweet ride!" Stiles ran to the driver's side. "Can I drive?"

"No one drives Baby, but me," Dean's voice was sharp as he narrowed his eyes at the lanky kid, staring him down.

Scott laughed as he playfully slapped Stiles' arm. "You're just like him, but with a Jeep."

"I am not!" Stiles scoffed as he lightly elbowed Scott in the ribs.

"Can I drive your jeep next time, Stiles?" I smirked, knowing Stiles would say 'no'.

Stiles let out a frustrated sighed. He didn't want to prove Scott's point. I could tell he was biting down his tongue and fighting the words 'No one drives Roscoe, but me' from slipping out of his mouth as he looked down at his shoes.

I rolled my head back and laughed. I ruffled Stiles' hair. "It's okay. I know no one is not allowed to drive Roscoe, but you." I slipped into the passenger seat of Dean's car as Stiles mumbled something I couldn't make out.

***

Dean parked his car in front of an old, abandoned warehouse. I've lived in Beacon Hills my entire life and I've never once knew about this place. It was well hidden, deep in the woods, and creepy. I was absolutely terrified. My hand searched for Dean's hand as my eyes scanned the area. My muscles relaxed as Dean reached in for my hand and intertwined our fingers.

Scott led the way to the warehouse, eager to get to his beta with Stiles trailing right behind him. Clearly, they had been here before.

"Sammy!" Dean yelled as he walked through the door first and pulling me behind him.

"Up here!" Sammy shouted from above.

We walked up the stairs, Scott and Stiles pushing us aside as they ran past us and up the stairs.

"Sam!" I yelled as I reached the top of the stairs where he had a gun pointed at Scott's face.

"Put the gun down Sammy!" Dean commanded. "That's Y/N's brother."

"Sorry," Sam lowered the gun and tucked it back in its proper place, between his jeans and lower back. "Wait, he's the alpha we're supposed to hunt down?" Sam looked at Dean confused.