Stiles feet echoed in the hallways of the abandoned school as he sprinted through its hallways. Behind him was two vampires who seriously wanted him to become part of there little nesting of vampires.
These vampires where nothing you read in books or saw on those cheesy movies. They didn't turn you by bite. Which was a relief considering Stiles had a large teeth like wound in his left shoulder. They turned you by you consuming their infected vampire blood. The only way to kill them was to cut off there stupid little heads.
How Stiles had been chosen to draw the nest out and towards his companions he would really never understand. Why was he terrible at Rock, Paper, Scissors?
Stiles skidded to a stop as a vampire appeared in front of him fangs protruding from its face. Letting out a cry he swung his machete. The blade tore through the vamps neck and the body slowly fell backwards.
"Oh my God I did something!" Stiles exclaimed clearly proud of himself before realizing he was running from vampires. Turning around he paled at the sight of them running towards him an arms length away.
"Oh shiiiit!" He cried out before sprinting off screaming his ass off down the hallway.
Glancing down the hall Allison rolled her eyes to see Stiles running from two vamps. All he had to do was make it to the double doors and he would be fine, as Sam and Dean where waiting at the nearest hallway.
Her eyes widened when she realized that the two vampires had turned into ten and where gaining on the tired teenage boy who had been running around three stories of the school for his life.
Blood was dripping from his machete, most likely from killing anything that got in front of him. She let out a gasp as a vampire leaped for Stiles tackling him to the ground his machete sliding out of his reach.
She seemed to be stuck in her place as she watched the formally weak Stiles head but the vampire and scramble away on his back as the other nine vampires approached him.
"Hey, guys no heart feelings right? You know I didn't mean to kill all your friends! It was self defense I swear," he said his voice shaking slightly.
"Kid you got know where to run, and no one to help you. You're all alone," A vampire said smiling as Stiles back hit a wall.
The boys frown turned into a grin.
"Who ever said I came alone?" He asked amused.
Allison took that moment to come from the shadows and quickly shot an arrow at the vampires feet. A bright flash filled the area around the monsters causing them to be momentarily blind.
Stiles dove away from his position on the Wall scrambling to his feet picking up his machete.
"Nice timing, you know I could of really used your help in the stairwell, there was like thirty of them," he exclaimed wiping he sweat of his forehead.
"Well you got out," Allison smiled drawing another arrow and shooting it ending up in one of the vamps neck.
"Yeah, like I said, there was thirty of them," He said rubbing his shoulder slightly wincing, " Man im whipped, you do not know how many of these things came from the ceiling."
"What do you want a cookie or something?" Dean asked coming from behind us twirling his machete.
"Yes Dean, a cookie would be wonderful right now, actually I want like ten cookies for the shit I've been through today," Stiles exclaimed pointing to the bite mark on his shoulder.
"Tough luck kid," Dean said patting Stiles on his injury causing him to cry out in pain, " Now let the pros do the work."
He walked forward along with Sam and in moments the vampires where just a bunch of twitching body's in a pool of blood.
Stiles sighed in relief as the adrenaline left his body pain replacing the numbness he felt from the wounds.
"You know what, next time you guys can be the bait," Stiles groaned sliding down on the wall.
Smiling Sam helped his nephew up.
"Come on wasn't it fun though," He asked.
"No, the whole time I was thinking that you cheat in Rock Paper Scissors!"
"I'm not the only one thank God!" Dean exclaimed.
"Dean you always choose scissors," Sam argued, "That's not my fault."
Dean rolled his eyes as the four made there way out of the abandoned school building and into the impala.
Stiles found himself laying down in the back seat of the impala his head laying is Allison lap as she cleaned his bloody shoulder.
"So how was the five months of training, researching, and memorizing just for that one Fantastic moment full of adrenaline," Dean asked his son as he pulled off into the highway.
"It makes me wish I trained with a machete more, I got the thing stuck in to many shoulders," Stiles complained.
Allison scoffed rolling her eyes as she rapped a bandage around his shoulder.
"I think he meant, how did you feel?" Allison informed the boy.
"I felt like I was finally able to do something for my self," he informed the group, " Like I don't need anything supernatural to protect me."
Everyone in the car knew what he meant. He felt as if he had come to a point where if he was in beacon Hills he wouldn't need Scott or Malia for protection. He could take care of himself, he wasn't the weak human anymore.
"Well, it's an eight hour drive back to the bunker so why don't you kids get some sleep?" Sam said looking back towards the exhausted Stiles who's eyes where already closed.
It was a couple hours later that only the two brother where awake the younger hunters in the back sound asleep.
"So when are you going to tell him Dean?" Sam asked his brother turning down the radio.
Deans jaw tightened as he glanced back at Stiles.
"Not yet, he just finished his first hunt, he doesn't need to know right now," Dean concluded.
"Dean, you don't think he needs to know that Beacon Hills, his home, is having demon related deaths?" Sam asked confused with his brothers choice.
"Don't you think we should be staying away from beacon hills then? Away from demons that all want to bring him to Crowley?" Dean exclaimed, " We can't let that happen!"
"Dean we can't let innocent people die, the argents know how to deal with Werewolves, not demons," Sam argued, " We do."
Dean sighed knowing his brother was right. But he still didn't think Stiles should go back to the place that had caused him so much pain.
"And what happens when he sees all of the people that threw him away?" Dean asked, " Trusted some kid above the guy who had been there from the start? You think it's going to be easy. He's going to be angry, he's going to feel pain, he's going to have every symptom of the Nogitsune power rising back through his system!"
"Dean, he hasn't had an outburst since the night we brought him in. As long as we can keep him calm, it will be fine. He knows his limits, he's a smart kid."
"I know, I know."
"And anyways Dean, it's a werewolf infested town," Sam said smiling at his brother knowing that he thought werewolves where as he would say it "awesome"
"Lets figure out if it has anything to do with Crowley. And if it does, then we can end that son of a bitch," Dean informed his brother.
"And if it doesn't?" Sam asked.
"We still gank a demon."
So if Season 5 started at the begging of the school year so like august and say it went on to like end of September, or start of October, you'd find yourself right around February. Which was the month Season 1 of teen wolf took place along with a certain sport. Anyways hope you liked the chapter.