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- Avengers/MCU
- Criminal Minds
- Harry Potter
- Star Wars
- The Originals
- The 100
- Twilight
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- Stan Lee (Avengers/MCU)
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"Vampire." Your head whips in the direction of the voice. Two men in black suits are staring at the man who was, quite obviously, murdered. But not by a human.
How would they know?
You straighten your jacket and walk over to the men.
"Find anything?" The two men jump, the shorter of the two shaking his head.
"Nothing yet," he lies. You smirk.
"Really? Cause I could've sworn you said 'vampire.'" The two men's eyes widen, the taller of the two pulling it together faster than the other.
"Oh, he just likes to joke around. Just recently found Twilight." The other man scowls, obviously not happy about his partner's lie.
"Well, either way, you're wrong. It wasn't a vampire. It was a banshee. Quite obvious." The two men pull you aside swiftly.
"Are you playing with us?" the shorter one snaps. You raise an eyebrow at his attitude and look at his partner.
"Not one for pleasantries, is he?" When the two say nothing, you sigh. "No. I know all about the supernatural, boys, and I can spot hunters when I see them."
"Are you a hunter?" the tall one asks. You shake your head.
"My father was a hunter. My brother, too."
"Was?"
"Dead. Killed by a vampire. Unceremoniously, might I add. Good riddance."
"That's a great way to talk about your dead family."
"Charming, aren't you?" The taller one steps up to ease the tension between you and Mr. Sternface.
"What's your name?"
"Yours first," you reply, crossing your arms.
"I'm Sam and this is Dean."
"Oh, you're the Winchester's, aren't you?"
"Heard of us, have you?" Dean smirks.
"Yeah, heard about how much you fuck up crime scenes. Which I won't allow here, at the crime scene I'm in charge of. So, unless the banshee is here, best for you two to leave."
"Charming, aren't you?" Your jaw clenches in annoyance.
"Listen, if you want to help, go find the banshee and do whatever you need to do. I just want this town bansheeless."
"We could probably use your help. You know the layout of the town," Sam says.
"Go get a map from the library or something." You turn to get back to work but a hand on your upper arm stops you.
