deano winchester

Stiles rolls his eyes at the hunter, but his lips twitch up slightly. The guy wasn’t that bad really. Sure, he could still be a psychopath only a day away from a massacre, but by now he pretty much expected that of anyone new. God, he is starting to sound old even in his head. Scott would never stop teasing him about that if this went on. 

“Well, we have some sports teams. Biggest thing is Lacrosse, but not sure if you can score a place there right now, we have a pretty good line up right now. “ Which he was part of now, after years of running away of things he was pretty fit. And a good number of the team were not human. That might help them, even though they didnt use all of their supernatural strength as to not appear suspicious. They had learned from their mistakes. 

“My Dad’s the Sheriff of the town. “ He replies with a shrug, proud of his father but not wanting to sound like he was bragging about it. He didnt need his fathers reputation t o make himself look better or anything. Stiles was quite confident on his own. What was one pretty boy compared to facing three werewolves alone?

The Sheriffs kid? Well Shit. That was definitely a bad choice when it came to staying inconspicuous. His past criminal record alone would make him stand out as a trouble maker, and the Winchester family really didn’t need any more scrutiny during their stay.

“ That’s pretty cool, man.  I always wanted t’be an officer when I was a kid. ” A fire officer, that was - but at least, with an easy smile and a nod of his head, Dean could hide his initial panic. There was no need for Stiles’ to know he’d already had trouble with the law in his short eighteen years on the planet, or that his  family was almost always engaging in illegal activity.

                 “ Fuck off, dude. ”

It wasn’t the first time Dean had been new to a school, and he’d dealt with every kind of crap that could be thrown his way because of it. This kid was no exception. 

“Of course you weren’t. I am sure you one every spelling bee there was to be won, didnt you?” He teases good naturedly, and thinks hunter. While the leather jacket might be a cliche, Stiles just has a sense for these kinds of things. He has met enough of them , and there was just something about Dean. The way he looked at people, the way he walked and moved. Stiles wouldnt be able to really put it into words but it was there. 

but one never knows, hunter kids could still turn out well, right? He will have to look out for this one. 

“Well, if he wants to work here, he should talk to my Dad. Show his license and all. Parts of the forest are off limits to the public after all. But I am sure he already knows that. “ Stiles rattles off, and wonders who ever came up with that excuse. Okay, so maybe he was really a tree surgeon, who knew. He really shouldnt be so distrusting with everyone. There had to be some of them out there, and some concerned campers might have complained to the rangers or something. 

“Seeing you like this, I think it’s at least partly your fault. “ He says, almost teasing, as they meander through the school building. Stiles was in no hurry really, quite content to miss the whole period. 

“ Spelling bee’s made me nervous, I’m just not a fan off all that attention. Math Soc, that’s much more my thing. ” Man, Sam would have found that funny. Of the two of them he was so much more likely to end up doing something nerdy, Dean had always been one to join the sports clubs - usually wrestling, his upbringing gave him a significant advantage. 

This kid was curious, and possibly a bad choice of victim if his dad was as important as he sounded. Still, it was too late now to start backing away, he’d made his choice and he’d have to stick with it. “ Honestly dude, I don’t know much about my dad’s work. He probably already knows, but y’know how it is. Home time is his chill time, doesn’t want us asking dumb questions. ”