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angelicassbut · 5 years

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To the Wolves (Part 1)

Supernatural and Teen Wolf crossover

Summary: You are Sam and Dean’s half sister. You met them after your mother was killed by a demon and never had a close relationship with your dad John Winchester. Your brothers have been taking care of you since you were 8 and did everything they could to give you a normal life and make you go to school, but you always wanted to hunt with them. You came to a compromise: you are allowed to hunt as long as you keep going to school and get decent grades. You and your brothers find a case in a town called Beacon Hills…

Warnings: None

Word count: 1612

Intro

“Y/N get your lazy ass out of bed before I make you.” you heard Dean sigh next to your bed.

You’ve been pretending to not hear your alarm for 5 minutes.

“Y/N, last warning...”

“Okay! Okay let me just get used to the light jeez!” you put your hands up in surrender.

The last time Dean got you out of bed you ended up in a bathtub filled with cold water. He didn’t just throw cold water in your face, he threw you in it. You didn’t want that to happen ever again.

“C’mon sleepy head go get ready for school.”

“Why do you have to be so bossy? It’s only morning Dean.”

“Y/N...”

“Fine.” you groaned and walked to the bathroom.

You got dressed with your signature flannel and tried to make yourself look presentable for your first day. You liked to say that you didn’t give a crap about your appearence but no matter how many times you did, changing schools was always stressful, even if you knew that you would never see these people again after a few weeks. You were a hunter but in the back of your mind, sometimes you just wanted to fit in.

You left the motel with your brothers and they drove you to school. The closer you got, the more stressed you started to feel.

“You okay kiddo?” Sam asked looking at you through the rear-view mirror.

“Yeah, just a little stressed, the usual don’t worry.”

“It’ll be fine Y/N. It’s just for a few weeks, you’ll do great, just like every other time.” he said reassuringly and you nodded.

You arrived at school and Dean stopped the car and turned around to face you.

“We’ll pick you up after class. Try to find that Stilinski kid and his friends, I bet they know a lot more than what is said in the files.”

“No problem.” you smiled and opened the door to leave.

“Hey Y/N,” Dean called before you closed it “Be careful and call if you need anything. And don’t forget to w...”

“Wooork! I know, I’m still at school. Don’t worry grandpa.” you answered finally closing the door.

You walked into the school and you walked around the hallways, searching for the principal’s office. You knocked on the door when you found it and a woman opened it.

“You must be Y/N.” she smiled at me “Come in.”

We sat at her office and she took papers out of her desk.

“So here is your schedule, and your teachers will give you the lessons you missed. How are you feeling? It must be hard to change schools in the middle of the year.” she gave me a sympathetic look that made me cringe but I just smiled.

“No, it’s fine. I’m kind of used to it, it doesn’t bother me. So uh what class am I supposed to be in.” you asked before things got the chance to become more awkward.

“Of course, you have maths. I’ll bring you to the classroom, since it’s your first day.” she smiled and you got up.

You walked to the class and she knocked on the door and opened it. The teacher stopped talking and everyone stared at you which made you really uncomfortable.

“Good morning, sorry to interrupt the lesson. This is Y/N Bonham, a new student. I hope that you will all welcome her very nicely.”

You stood there and smiled awkwardly thinking about how your big brother had chosen another Led Zeppelin member’s name as an alias. It was really starting to get old.

“You can sit over there, next to Lydia, there’s a free seat.” the teacher smiled at you as the principal was leaving.

The name caught your attention. It was one of the names on the list. You looked over to the desk and saw a girl with strawberry blonde hair who was smiling at you. She was the complete opposite of you: high heels, flower dress and makeup, while you were a flannel, combat boots and messy hair kind of girl. Maybe you were quick to judge but you sighed.

« How am I ever going to make friends with her? » you muttered between your teeth, nervously smiling back as you came to sit beside her.

In the end, it went pretty well. She actually helped you on an exercise because you really sucked at maths, she was really nice. When the class ended, you didn’t really know what to do and Lydia reached out to you before you could leave the room.

“Do you want to stay with me and my friends? It would be nice, especially since you’re new, you probably don’t know anyone here.” she smiled.

She seemed genuinely nice and you started to feel slightly guilty about the fact that you were manipulating her to collect informations on her and her friends but you accepted anyway. You had a job, and being a hunter isn’t charity work.

You met Malia, a girl who wasn’t on the list on your second period but who was a part of their group and she seemed way more wary when you first talked. When lunchtime came, you went to the cafeteria with Lydia and Malia, who seemed to always be keeping an eye on you and sat with them. There were other people sitting with you and they all greeted you nicely. There was a tan boy who looked pretty handsome and he was sitting next to an asian girl who was probably his girlfriend. Next to them was another boy, quite pale and lanky, with spiked hair. He looked cute if it wasn’t for the way he was looking at you. He was smiling, but you could see in his eyes that he was very suspicious. You could still feel that they were all somewhat distant and wary, but not as much as him. Even if he was hiding it, he looked more distrustful than Malia.

“I’m Scott.” the tan boy said.

“And I’m Kira.” the asian girl smiled.

You looked over to the other boy, even though you had an idea of who he might be. He introduced himself after hesitating a little bit.

“I’m Stiles.” he said.

Bingo! The sheriff’s son. You had found the right people on your first day in Beacon Hills. You started talking with them, not asking too many questions to not seem too curious and at some point, they started to ask you questions.

“So what makes you come to Beacon Hills?” Stiles asked after staying silent for a while “I mean, it’s not a really interesting town and isn’t it hard to change schools in the middle of the year?” you knew it wasn’t an innocent question but you decided to roll with it anyway.

“I’m used to it. I move a lot because of my brothers job.” you smiled at him.

“What do they do?” he continued as soon as you were done with your answer. He was really the sheriff’s son.

“They’re in the FBI.” now that got everyone’s attention.

They suddenly all looked more tense and you caught them glancing quickly at each other.

“What would the FBI doing in Beacon Hills?” Lydia chuckled, but you could sense nervousness in that laugh.

“Nothing much, mostly paperwork.” you could see them relax a bit but then you decided to try to mention the case to see how they would react “They also heard about some disappearances recently but they don’t know if it’s a case that needs the feds’ involvement yet.”

Gotcha. You thought seeing how bad they were hiding how tense they were again.

“And what about your parents?Do they move with your brothers too? What do they do for a living?” Lydia tried to change the subject and you let her. You had what you needed for today anyway, you knew that they were involved one way or another. You just needed to figure out how. You knew that your answer would make things even more awkward though.

“Well um... they’re dead.” you tried to say the most casually possible but the reaction stayed the same.

“Oh... I’m sorry I didn’t know I...” Lydia started babbling awkwardly.

“It’s fine.” you waved it off “My father passed away before I could meet him and my mom...” you felt your throat tighten. You thought it would be easier to say it with time but you were wrong “Uhh... car accident.” you finished trying to keep your voice from cracking.

They stayed silent and just stared at you worryingly.

“But I was 8, it was a long time ago.” you hurried to finish.

Images from that night flooded your brain, and you didn’t want them to see you vulnerable. They could be evil after all, you didn’t know how they were involved in the case.

“There is some stuff that I need to see with the principal, I’ll see you guys around.” you smiled as you got up “Thanks for letting me sit with you.” you left.

You couldn’t move on from your mother’s death, especially when you had to tell everyone that she died in a car accident. You could still smell the blood and hear her maniac laughs at night, you could see the knife piercing her stomach. It’s something you would never get over.

But at least, you had done your job today. You just needed to find out more about your new friends. Do your job, be with your brothers and protect each other, that’s all you needed now. You spent the rest of the day avoiding people, waiting for the end of the school day so Sam and Dean could pick you up.

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tylerstitties · 6 years

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So I'm in my sciles feelings right now. Those boys are such nerds that you know when they get older they are those embarrassing dads. You know the ones that try to keep up with their kids. Stiles being butthurt when their kiddo tells them they are to old to do that.

Actual footage of Scott and Stiles chaperoning their kid’s junior high homecoming dance.

The DJ plays “Despacito,” an oldie, and Stiles is like, “It’s about to get lit!” And he starts doing...this.

Scott, bless his heart, was never what anyone would call a good dancer. But he’s feeling the music, so he starts kinda awkwardly bopping around to it.

Their kid shoots them a look all the way across the decked-out gymnasium, and from within the depths of a huddled throng of teenagers who are apparently Too Cool to dance, quietly says, “Dear God, please stop.”

Scott hears it, of course, and when he falters a bit in his asynchronous bopping, Stiles wants to know what’s up.

“Heavenleigh wants us to stop dancing,” Scott says.

“Why? Is she mad our moves are the dopest, the fleekest, out of everyone here?”

The moody kid they call a daughter sighs, because she also has super werewolf hearing. “No, it’s because you’re embarrassing me. This song is so old, and your moves are weak.”

“What’d she say?” Stiles asks.

“She said your moves are weak,” Scott replies. Then he gives Stiles a little sidelong grin. Stiles grins back, and they start doing this...

All eyes are on them as they, uhhh, “dance.” Heavenleigh wants to stay pissed, but the more she watches them, the harder it is not to laugh. To her surprise, some of her friends peel away from the group and start dancing, too. She eventually gives in with the most dramatic eyeroll she can muster before joining her friends on the dance floor.

When the song ends, the DJ plays another dance hit, but it’s a new one neither Scott nor Stiles have heard before. It sounds awful, but Heavenleigh is still dancing with her friends, so they count it as a win.

“Hey, this song blows. You wanna go spike the punch?” Stiles asks. He’s a little winded from dancing.

Scott just shakes his head in amusement. “We’re too old for that, dude. Besides, we’re chaperoning, remember?”

“I was kidding. Mostly,” Stiles says.

Scott shrugs. “How about we just keep dancing?”

“Even though the song sucks?”

“It’ll suck a little less if you dance with me.” He holds out his hand to Stiles...

...who takes it, because he’s a complete sucker for Scott being adorable.

Heavenleigh glances back over at her dads, where they’re tearing it up in the wings. They’re the only other adults dancing, and honestly? They’re not so bad.

#sciles #foreversciles #legit dorks #btw heavenleigh is adopted #they certainly didn't name her lol #Nonnie

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