Hey guys! I'm sorry its been so long! I just didn't know how to continue this story... I finally found a way! Tell me what you think! (I know this one is kind of short, but the next one will be longer.) And, thanks to my reviewers and anybody who favorited/followed this story! You guys rock!

~KT

Chapter Two:

I looked over at Tori, and nodded for her to let them down. She gave a weary look at Derek, who nodded, then she pulled her hands back, letting them fall to the floor. I watched them rise to their feet, and cock their guns. I sighed. "Why do you want to help us? Isn't he like some kin to you or something?" Roman demanded. I looked over at my shoulder at Derek to see him taking deep breaths, his nostrils wide. His green eyes sparking. "No. These are my 'kin'." He growled out, his hands shaking as he gestured towards Simon, Tori, and me.

The two men could see that Derek was shaking, yet they kept pressing him. I looked back at Derek. "You've got to calm down." I whispered low enough that only he heard. He jerked his head in a jerky nod. "He has no relation at all to the werewolf we're hunting here." I murmured. "Might as well sit down and work this out," I said as I again took the arm of the chair, pulling Derek along with me.

He was still shaking, trying to calm himself down. Tori stood on my right, her hands up, ready to pin the fake agents to the wall if needed and Simon stood on Derek's left, trying to calm him down. The fake agents stood, with their guns still pointed at us.

"If we're to help you, you have to give us your real names." I said in a final tone when Roman glared at me with his green eyes. "You show me yours, I'll show you mine." He offered with a smirk. I glared, and then gestured to myself. "My name is Chloe Saunders, this is Derek Souza, his brother Simon Bae, and Victoria Enright. We call her Tori. Call her Victoria, and she'll use you for spell practice." I gestured to each of us in turn.

I patiently waited for the imposters to tell us their names. Finally, Roman sighed and shook his head. "My name is Dean Winchester, and this is my Brother Sam. We're hunting down the werewolf-" He threw a look at Derek, "-That killed Kassidy Smith. That's what we do, we hunt things that go bump in the night. We're hunters."

~Friends with a werewolf?~

DPOV:

Derek didn't understand why he had to be stuck with the crazy, gun wielding Dean. The one who absolutely wanted to shoot him in his own house. They had split up into two people teams. Derek and Dean going to the clearing where Kassidy was killed to see if they could find anything. Chloe was researching with Sam, and Tori and Simon had gone into town to see if they could find out anymore about Kassidy.

Derek walked beside the hunter, towering over him, and watching the darkness with his keen eyes. Suddenly he stopped, making the hunter look back at him with a scowl, but Derek simply shook his head. That smell? That was The Pack... His eyes went wide, and his nostrils flared. "Dean? We need to get out of here..." He barely got the words out before a werewolf slid out of the woods, and then another one, and another one, until they almost surrounded Derek and Dean.

Dean raised his gun, to shoot, but Derek realized who these wolves were. "These aren't your 'eating the hearts of people werewolves.' This is The Pack." He mumbled to Dean. But Dean didn't listen, he pulled out his gun anyways.

Before Dean could pull the trigger of his gun, Derek grabbed him by the collar and almost threw the Winchester behind him. "Hey! Cujo! What the hell was that for?" Derek didn't pay him any attention as he looked at the wolves. "He's with me." He growled out. The wolves didn't listen, just moved closer. "He's with me! He's mine!" Derek finally yelled out in a booming voice. That stopped the wolves, and they stared at him with weary eyes. "You heard me, he's with me. He and his brother are under my protection until they leave. You harm them, I harm you." The wolves finally seemed to understand what Derek was saying, and quickly left the clearing.

Dean stepped around Derek until he stood in front of him. "What the hell was that?" He demanded. Derek glared at him. "I just saved your damn life. You never pull a gun on The Pack. Now, thanks to you, I had to claim you and your brother. That means, your temporarily in my pack. Whatever you do, it falls back on me. I protect your ass."

All Dean got out of that was, "There's more werewolves like you?"

A/N: Thanks again for reading! I hope you guys like it! And please tell me what you think about the end. I know I added The Pack, but I figured why not? And also, since Derek didn't go with The Pack in the books, why not make him have his own Pack?

Thanks again,

~KT