Winchester Life

Chapter One

| Stiles |

Gosh, I was freezing. Like, I was actually shivering like a leaf.

I kept walking down the road ready to leave my hometown. You see, I got killed by one of the black ninjas that Void Stiles took control off and they were going to kill Scott but I got in front of him so I can get stabbed instead of him.

Anyway, I did that to save my best friend, Scott. Everybody needs him. It's obvious they don't need me so it was better for me to take it instead of Scott. So, here I am walking in a dark lonely road after I woke up in a casket six feet underground.

I kept walking but I was shivering from the cold and I was starving. I walked for a few more minutes before I stopped in my tracks. The roar of a car nearing towards me before it stopped right in front me, the lights blinding me.

"Hey, kid. You alright?"A short guy asked me getting out of the driver's seat.

"Yea, I'm fine." I replied with my low raspy voice

"You don't sound fine. You need a ride?" A much taller guy questioned me, his long hair messy and draped in... water? It better be water and not something else.

"Umm... yes please. Well, as long as you don't kill me." I said, not thinking about it twice and walking towards them and the car.

"Nice car." I added after I jumped in, my pale body still shivering.

"I know right." The short one grinned and started to drive away.

"Here have some water." The tall guy said and handed me a water bottle which I drank all in just a few seconds.

"What's your name, kid?" The other asked me.

"Stiles Stilinski." I answered with my normal voice.

"Who names their kid, Stiles?" He said and started laughing.

"That's my nickname, idiot." I said and smack him upside the head which caused tall guy to chuckle.

"So what about your names?" I asked, shooting the two small glanced.

"I'm Sam Winchester and that's Dean." Tall guy introduced.

"Cool."

"Where do you live? We can take you home." Sam said.

"No! I can't go back!" I shouted, causing Dean to stop the car with a loud screech.

"Why not?" Dean questioned, giving me a weird look before starting to drive again.

"My family thinks I'm dead." I said casually with a shrug.

"Um, why?" Sam asked with furrowed brows and a worried expression.

"Long story short, I got killed by these weird looking ninjas and just about six hours ago I woke up in a casket six feet underground." I said with a yawn.

"What do you mean weird looking ninjas?" said Sam. "Like... burglars?"

"What? No. We were fighting this Nogitsune, a Japanese fox." I said, not even realizing what I had told them till Dean and Sam gave me a weird look and soon enough I covered my mouth.

"a Japanese fox?" Sam inquired slowly, as if he were talking to a little kid.

"Yeah. Isn't that what I said?" I replied.

"You wouldn't believe me s-" but I got cut off by Dean.

"We believe you." He said

"You do? How come?" I asked.

"Stiles, we hunt the supernatural." Sam said with a small huff.

"Come again?"

"He means we hunt ghost, werewolves, witches, vampires, jinns, shape shifters, demons, and more of those fuckers." Dean explained.

"So all that exist?" I said.

"Yup."

"Woah... I mean, I knew werewolves and banshees exist but all that... just woah."

"What?" They both said looking confused.

"Yeah... I used to be in a werewolf pack." I told them while scratching the top of my head sheepishly.

"You're a werewolf?" Dean asked.

"No." I shook my head.

"Then why were you in a werewolf pack?" Sam questioned.

"My best friend got turned into one when we were sixteen so I was by his side and would help the pack with evil creatures."

"So your pack's not evil?" Dean said.

"Nope, they protect the whole town." I said.

"Well, at least they don't kill." Dean sighed happily.

"Mmhm. Hey, can I ask you guys something?" I spoke up, looking at both of them.

"Shoot."

"Can I help you guys hunt?" I asked, making Dean stop the car with a long noisy screech for the second time.

How more dramatic can he be?

"Kiddo, you don't want this life." Dean said.

"Please." I begged like a little kid with my puppy eyes.

"... fine, we will train you but first find out how you came back to live." Dean said and started driving again.

"You see, you didn't need much convincing." I told Dean, who in return rolled his eyes. "Oh, and I don't know to be honest. Most of the members of our pack that died came back to life too." I added with a shrug. "Although that was plain luck."

"Hmm, well that's not weird." Dean said sarcastically.

"Oh! And I have hand marks in my shoulder." I said. "I had them after digging myself out."

"What? Let me see." Sam said and I showed him the hand mark.

"Um guys..." I trailed off.

"Yes?"

"I'm hungry."