So as the road trip began. He traveled for a long time. He took short breaks and he was arriving at Sioux Falls in no time at all. Once he got to town he asked someone at a local diner where was Singer Salvage Yard. The waitress pointed him in the right direction. And in 20 minutes he was parking his jeep outside of Bobby's house. He was nervous. I mean talking to the guy on the phone was one thing. But meeting an unknown hunter was giving him an uneasy feeling. But after Gerard could you blame him. But anyway he made his way up the porch steps and knocked on the door. In two minutes the door opened. And standing there was a man looking to be in his late 40's maybe 50. He was wearing jeans and a plaid shirt open to reveal a worn dirty shirt. Not unlike Stiles' normal wardrobe. He also wore a worn down cap. He had a full beard and looked like a guy not to be messed with. Yet you could see the gentleness of his soul through his eyes. And that's all Stiles' needed to see.

"Hey, Bobby." Stiles gave a small wave.

"Stiles?" Bobby said while looking at the kid. He knew the kid was young by his age. Him being 16. But what Bobby saw was a kid who shouldn't be involved with the supernatural at all. He couldn't imagine this kid taking on a Wendigo by himself. And he saw some healing bruises. But he looked back at the kid. And asked,

"Why the hell are you mixed up with this crap you're still a kid." Stiles sighed. He knew what he looked like. But he came all the way out here he wasn't backing down now.

"Look I know I don't look like much. But I'm here to learn. Even if I look weak I have a mind to make up for it." Bobby looked at the kid's eyes and saw he was set. So he sighed.

"I'm not turning you away Stiles. I just was surprised. Come on in we gotta go through a few tests." What? Tests?

"Um, what kind of tests?" Bobby gave him a look.

"Man you've got a lot to learn kid."

As they walked in Stiles took in his surroundings. It looked like a normal home. But as they walked further inside. He could see all the books. They lined the walls and floors. It was amazing. Stiles kind of couldn't wait. Bobby stopped by a table and held up the old dirty bottle.

"Drink a sip." Stiles looked at it warily. He sniffed it and it didn't smell bad so he took a small sip. And made a face.

"Ugh gross. Why'd you make me drink dirty tap water?" But Bobby just nodded and picked up a knife. That sure got Stiles' attention.

"Uh so what'ca doing with that knife." He involuntarily took a small step back.

"Relax kid. You just need to make a small cut on your arm."

"Why." Stiles was curious as to what this would prove.

"It's to test if you're not a monster." Oh. So tests as in to make sure he's human. Smart. He picked up the knife and made a small cut and it started bleeding. So Bobby handed Stiles a rag. Bobby put the knife away. And sat down. Stiles followed suit. "So tell me what you've hunted before, So I can see what to skip over. As we don't have a long time together." Straight to business ok. Stiles was fine with that.

"Well obvious is werewolves. As I told you before. I mainly hunted them, to be honest. Uh but there was a Kanima. And the Wendigo. Then there was a Darach. But so far that's about it. I've read tons of lore. But it's hard to know what's real and fake you know. Also, I have my own bestiary. With the creatures that I haven't encountered yet but I'm pretty sure most of it is true." Bobby was silent. This kid didn't know much but that was fine he was here to learn anyway.

"Ok. I've never encountered a Kanima before. And could I see this bestiary of yours." It's more like the Argent's bestiary. Oh well.

"Sure hold on." He grabbed his bag off the floor and pulled out his laptop. He turned it on. And opened the bestiary and gave the computer to Bobby. Bobby looked at it and then turned to Stiles.

"Why is this written in archaic Latin?" Well, stiles was still learning to read it himself. So he didn't fully translate it yet.

"Uh, a friend of mine let me borrow it. She's from a long line of hunters." There weren't many big hunting families left. But then something occurred to him.

"Stiles if you have a friend who's from a big hunter family, Why didn't you ask her to teach you." Well crap. Stiles was a quick thinker and he said this a bit sincerely even though he was kinda happy Kate and Gerard were dead.

"Uh, she lost a big part of her family recently I didn't wanna bother her." Bobby sighed.

"Ok, it seems I have a lot to teach you. First, we will start with how to protect yourself. Then we will get into how to fight them. You will also go for a run every morning to build up muscle. Ok." It finally felt like things were beginning.

"Ok. You're the boss." Bobby then got up and started telling Stiles all the protections that there were and for what kind of creatures. Stiles even taught Bobby something. He told him about Mountain Ash. And he showed him how you use it. And things hit it off from there. For the rest of the day, Stiles was completely zoned in.

It seemed like the day flew by. Stiles was currently nose deep in a book about spirits when Bobby called to say dinner was ready. So Stiles took the book with him and headed to the table. It wasn't an extravagant meal. But it was home cooked and he was content. He wondered how his dad was. If he was eating right.

"Kid is there something wrong?" HUh.

"Oh no. Just thinking about my dad. It's fine." He dug into his food. He didn't realize how hungry he had actually gotten.

"Slow down and chew." Stiles gave a big swallow and smiled sheepishly.

"Sorry." Bobby laughed and said it was fine.

"So Stiles. I was curious. Normally for someone your age to enter the supernatural world. Someone close to you died. Most do it to get revenge. Some to protect others. However, why do you do it? Hunt when you still have a normal life to go back to." He couldn't tell Bobby the real reason. But he didn't wanna lie to the man. But his pack was more important.

"In my town. A lot of bad things have happened recently. And I wanted to learn more to protect my friends. So that I don't need to see someone die again. So I could be of use, instead of being weak." Bobby looked at the kid. Man, he was one of a kind. Loyal and strong. Who told him he was weak. He was anything but.

Stiles was eventually pulled away from the books and Bobby told him to sleep cause it was an early start tomorrow. So he went into the spare room Bobby made for him. He took a quick shower and changed into his sleeping clothes. He grabbed his phone out of his bag and called his dad.

"Hey, dad."

"Hey, kiddo. How was your first day?" Stiles smiled hearing his dad's voice.

"It was amazing. I'm learning so much dad. I'm glad I came." His dad was happy. He hadn't heard Stiles so happy in a while.

"That's great son. Get some rest. And I miss you."

"I miss you too. Good night." He hung up. He was feeling a little homesick but he still had to talk to Scott and Derek. But he looked at the time and decided he'd call them tomorrow. He texted them both that he was fine and he'd call them tomorrow. And went to sleep.