Stiles' POV
After many hours of driving, I finally made it back to Beacon Hills and to Noah's house, where (of course) the pack was waiting. I just decided to lay low in the jeep until Sam and Dean got here.
Once they got here, may I add, four hours later, the pack had already left and I was sitting on my bed still waiting for them when there was a knock on the front door, before I even got the chance to stand up, I heard the door being opened. I quietly ran down the stairs and peeked into the living room and saw that it was only my brother. It was obvious that Noah was confused as he never met my brothers before and I felt kind of bad for the guy, so I decided to announce my presence.
"Hey Sam and Dean, Hey Noah" the boys looked relieved while Noah looked confused, "Stiles do you know these guys?" he asked.
"Yeah, these are my brothers, Sam and Dean." I said as I pointed to both of them. Noah was obviously still intimidated by them, "Noah don't worry, these guys are basically just 6 foot puppies when they're not at work." I reassured him. He looked relieved at the fact that the strange men could be trusted, but it seemed he still had a question swirling in his mind. "And what do you boys do exactly?" Noah finally asked. I was about to answer him but Sam beat me to it, "we're hunters." he said simply. Noah looked at me shocked, "you mean there are more werewolves out there?" Sam was about to answer again but I beat him to it. "Oh yeah, tons. But not just werewolves, there are vampires, ghosts, wraith's, rugaru's, and on and on." I told him bluntly as my brothers desperately tried to hold back their chuckles when Noah looked like he was going to be sick. Then Dean sobered up, "look Noah it really isn't as bad as you think, we do it all the time, even Stiles has done it a million times." He reassured him. By this point, we had pretty much convinced Noah that it wasn't too dangerous or weird for us to do.
Then he asked our last name.
Sam, Dean, and I looked at each other with worried looks on our faces. Would Noah call the feds if he found out my brothers were fugitives time and time again and we all had died multiple times each? But he would get suspicious if we kept silent, so I took a breath, mumbled "Winchester" and exhaled. He took the last name better than the rest of the things he learned tonight.
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The youngest Winchester // TW/SPN (On Temporary Hold)
FanfictionAfter Stiles finds out what his pack really thinks about him, and what they have been doing behind his back, he gives his big brothers a call. Will he forgive and forget? Don't be so sure. - - - Family might actually end with blood this time.
