Stiles Stilinski Imagines

Hunter (+Sam and Dean)

Stiles stiffened and began to almost vibrate as anger coursed through him. He'd been tricked, trick by your lie to cover your tracks, so much so that he ignored Scott when the pack decided something was off about you.

"Stiles I can explain." You said quickly and he slammed the papers in his hands down into your duffle bag.

"You used me." He mumbled and you shook your head.

"No... I mean maybe to start with but I...!" You started to explain but Stiles threw his hands in the air and scoffed at you.

"You used me to get to him, that's all I am to anyone, a quick ticket to the Alpha's pack." He sighed and walked to the door, stopping as he turned back. "I really liked you but..."

"Stiles!" You yelled and ran after him as he jumped the steps pf the motel two at a time and climbed into the Jeep, skidding out of the car park before your feet hit the bottom step.

With a defeated sigh, you headed back inside, seeing you phone beep, you grabbed it and check the voicemail message.

"Hey Kiddo it's Sam, listen me and Dean are getting pretty worried... you said you'd be home by now and I'm not trying to force you to come back home because believe me it's nice to get away from a while I know that but just... call one of us or Jody." Sam sounded more worried than you'd thought.

"So, I asked around and there is a girl matching the description of (Y/N) dating a sheriff's son in California." Jody told the boys who were both looking worried.

"Great this would-be California Beacon Hills, right?" Dean sighed and Sam nodded.

"Yeah, she's been there for a while." Jody smiled but quickly found herself worried when the boys exchanged looks.

"Reward her for graduating high school early, help her fix a car and let her take Bobby's hunting journal... nothing can go wrong Dean" Dean mimicked Sam and glared at his brother who sighed.

"Look I... it's (Y/N)." He answered and held the phone so Dean could hear.

"Sam I got your message and... I need some help because my cars bust and everyone here knows me so I can't make money and get it fixed." Your tone told them you were upset so they agreed and thanked Jody for finding you.

"What were you thinking (Y/N) did Bobby not teach you anything?" Dean snapped when he found you sat with your duffle bag on the road out of Beacon Hills.

"I wanted to prove I can be a good hunter!" You yelped and let him tug you towards the Impala whit Sam grabbed your bags.

"You should have told us you were coming down here." Sam scolded and you rolled your eyes.

"OH, not you too!" You groaned and rolled your eyes, spotting Stiles' jeep pull up as he and Scott jumped out.

"Friends of yours?" Dean asked when they started talking and pointing at you.

"Maybe... depends." You huffed and crossed your arms.

"On what?" They both asked and frowned at you.

"You gonna shoot the werewolf, if so warn me before for my social standing plummets." You sighed and they squared their shoulders as you shuffled towards Stiles when Scott pushed him in your direction.

"Scott thinks I over reacted." Stiles mumbled. "Who's that?"

"Sam and Dean... my dad used to leave me with Bobby Singer so I kinda got handed over I guess." You explained awkwardly and Stiles nodded.

"So, are they like... hunters as well?" He asked and you nodded. "Of course, they are... why didn't you tell me?"

"Oh, hey Stiles by the way I came to hunt your best friend then decided against it because he's a nice guy... not exactly how you make friends." You sighed dramatically.

"Hey one of my friends was a hunter and she wasn't half bad, just... there's a lot of secrets around here and people always end up our enemies which is really hard to deal with." He ran his hands through his hair and you smiled.

"Well as long as I live you have a hunter on speed dial." You held your pinkie out and paused. "Although given the track record I'll be lucky if I make it to forty."

He laughed and hesitated before grabbing your face and kissing you deeply.

"Hey... stop that... you are a respectable hunter." Dean grumbled while Sam laughed at him.