This is the last I'll update this particular story but I think I'll make a series out of this verse, honestly.

The sounds of the pack faded behind them quickly, falling away as they fled down the tunnels. Sam pulled away from Dean once they were far enough away, still cradling the back of his head as he glanced back the way they'd come every now and then.

"I told you this was a bad idea."

Dean ignored him, eyes scanning the corridor for an exit. So what if they couldn't link the teenage alpha to any of the deaths. He knew more than he was letting on and Dean so badly wanted to get to the bottom of this mystery. With the death count in this town someone had to do something.

Turning a corner, they came to a screeching halt at the sight of a lone figure standing right in the middle of their path. Shoving the younger behind him, Dean reached for his gun once again as the figure strode towards them.

"Don't bother with the gun, I'm here to talk."

Both of the Winchesters eyed the man warily as he came closer, both hands up. Once he was closer Dean relaxed a little and took a step away from Sam.

"Chris? Chris Argent. I should have expected to see you around here." He said, holding out his hand to the older man with a wry smile.

The smile faded, though, when the older man didn't take his hand and instead folded his arms over his chest. The Argent's face was severe as his eyes flickered between both of the brothers before finally settling on Dean.

"I know you had Scott McCall trapped back there" He said evenly, after a moment.

Sam shot Dean an accusatory glare before nodding stiffly.

"We just wanted some information." The youngest winchester grunted, ignoring the way his brother glared right back before mirroring Chris' pose.

"And what did you find out, hm?" If Sam didn't know any better he'd say that the older hunter was almost amused as he asked the question.

When neither of them answered, Chris snorted and closed the distance between them. His hands came to rest on their shoulders, giving them a small squeeze before he spoke again.

"I respected your father and Bobby was a close friend, so I'm going to give you this warning as a courtesy." He said, pulling back a little and shaking his head. "Don't stick your nose in our business unless you're invited. I'm not the only one more than a little protective of these kids."

Pulling back, he flashed both of them a smile.

"And a word of advice, wait till you're out of town to get that bump on Sam's head checked out. Melissa McCall works at the local hospital and you just threatened her son."