You Will Be Found

0.4

"ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴊᴏʙ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ"

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Scott didn't trust (Y/N). Something had been off about her scent when she first came, something a bit too bittersweet, weird for a human. Then when catching word of a dead body on their turf and going to check it, she and her "brothers" were out just a few feet away from the body. Now in class, her eyes flashed purple. Something was really not human with her and that made him worry.

So he wasn't ashamed to admit to planning to stalk her for the rest of the school day, which wasn't hard because they shared a lot of classes. So not really stalking more as observing closer but...That's beside the point.

After the bell rang she rushed out of the classroom, and Lydia dragged Stiles off God knows where so Scott took it upon himself to tail (Y/N). He stayed a good distance away, making sure she didn't see him. She pulled out her phone to call someone and he waited silently, listening. Maybe this would give him some clues.

"Cas? Hey, why do you have Dean's phone?" Was Cas another one of her brothers? He had listened to her in class and didn't recall a 'Cas'. Maybe it was a boyfriend.

"So Dean's in the shower and Sam went to get food and fill Baby? Okay. Anyway, since you've been hanging with us for a while - " So new person to her friend group?

Scott felt Allison come up behind him and motioned for her to stay silent which she complied to, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her chin on his shoulder.

"Call it what you will Cas but I consider you family and friend." She glared at a group of teen girls and honestly, Scott didn't blame her, his nose felt like he had stuck it in a gallon of raspberries for an hour. "Anyway, back to my question." He saw her look around, her eyes thankfully missing him and Allison. "What creatures would move in groups they'd call packs?"

Scott felt his blood run cold, face frozen. Creatures? She was a hunter. He looked down at Allison who looked confused at Scott's random tenseness, not being able to hear anything. Scott saw a teacher come out of a classroom and (Y/N) hid behind a wall of lockers, chuckling nervously before asking,

"Cas, werewolves don't move in packs do they?" Oh shit.

"Alright, don't tell Dean about this. Tell him I just needed to let him know I was going to straight to my friend's house, and others would be joining us. Bye Cas." Dean. Sam.

Scott's eyes widened in realization, double shit. Triple shit. Infinity shit. They were so screwed.

"Scott, what is it? What did you hear?" He heard the bell ring, signalling the next class but he couldn't move. He muttered something quietly, Allison sending him a look.

"Scott, what's wrong?"

"She's a...she's a Winchester." He knew Allison recognized the name, remembering her father listing off some of the best hunting families in the world. Winchester was definitely one of them.

"She's a hunter?" She and him both started towards their next class, worried about her intentions were. Scott nodded.

"I think she knows what we are too. When Stiles said pack night she must have..." He breathed deeply,

"Oh, we are so screwed."

"Well, my family has a like...agreement with you guys so maybe they...?" Scott shook his head.

 "The Winchesters are all shoot first figure out later. We'll be lucky to go through their visit without a fight."

"What about Stiles?"

"What?"

She moved a curl from her face, "If she thinks you guys are werewolves," Scott thought, 'well we are', "Then what if she thinks he's a were?"

"Oh shit."

~~

Werewolves. Weaknesses are silver, some plant called wolfsbane, mountain ash. Your mind was in overdrive, thinking of all the things that would stop or hurt werewolves.

You didn't want to hurt Stiles or his friends but you'd rather be prepared just in case they ended up being another killer in this town. So far four other creatures had been killing, who said they wouldn't be the fifth?

"(Y/N)," You jumped in your seat a bit, looking up sheepishly to see your history teacher looking at you expectantly, "Would you like to explain to the class what has you so distracted? Clearly, it's something very interesting."

"No, sorry." You felt your cheeks heat up as everyone in the class turned to look at you, some people snickering a bit.

Stiles leaned up from behind you, "You okay? You were really out of it?"

You nodded, turning your head, "Just a lot on my mind. Oh, my brothers won't be able to drop me off at your place so could I just get a ride with you?" 

"Yeah sure." You nodded, turning back to the front of the class.

Scott was watching you, he really couldn't figure out what you were, besides a hunter that is. They hadn't dealt with anything other than werewolves that could make their eyes glow as yours had.

"Scott you good bro?" Scott looked from where he was glaring a hole in his desk, looking up to make eye contact with Stiles who was sending him concerned looks, "You okay man? You look constipated?"

"Yeah," He cleared his throat, sending a look at the back of your head, "Just peachy."

- A/N -

WHAT ARE YOU DOING THIS SUMMER. I ACTUALLY MANAGED TO GET A JOB SO I WILL FINALLY BE RECEIVING THAT MONEY AND I REALLY NEED THAT DOUGH. ANYHOW ENJOY YOUR DAY!