Teen Wolf crossover (for the most part) one-shots

Supernatural

Stiles was considering shouting 'FBI open up!!' At the door as he was slightly nervous and really, sarcasm incarnate and all that, and has watched far to many movies along with you know, having worked at the FBI for a bit, (he quit after figuring he could do more alone, the FBI can handle the human sickos and he could work out the supernatural ones, essentially, he became a hunter, although he likes to think of himself as more of a, protector, yes, a protector of humanity and supernaturals alike) he had been standing there for quite some time trying to build up the nerve and just as he had settled for a classic; the knock, the door opened.

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Three weeks ago Stiles had found out he was adopted, it hadn't been too pretty of a talk with his dad but with a couple tears a bit of anger and a few references to Loki he had let it go, not completely, not yet, but he didn't care all that much, Noah was his dad, not biologically of course but that didn't change anything, well, It did, technically, but it didn't matter.

Later he figured, that before he started thinking of his biological parents as two pieces of crap he was going to give them a chance to explain why they had put Stiles up for adoption

Cause honestly, they could end up being great people, maybe they felt they wouldn't be able to take care of a child, maybe they were in a car crash and died or something else that would be none their fault.
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Finding one of them dead- he'll admit, not a great start, but with- honestly not too much time, he did find his- living, father, a Robert Singer, owning a salvage yard in Sioux Falls, South Dakota somewhere

I wasn't really like he was planning on leaving right away only to check up on his stranger of a father, he thought he could probably just go wherever he got time and wanted a small break from the hell-mouth that of Beacon Hills

Now, If he were honest; he possibly, just might, have a slight addiction to the supernatural troubles of it all. Not that he likes all the death, pain and sorrow- but the mystery, the slight rush of figuring it all out as well as beating it...It were a drug, and he liked it

Then, with a new wave of uncomfortable flashbacks to the nogitsune, well, It felt like a good time to go banging on his door

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The door opened to reveal a gruff looking man dressed in oil stained jeans , a flannel and a baseball cap

"You want something kid?" He asked, eyeing him with suspicion. "'Cause you've been staring at my door for all but six minutes by now."

Stiles felt himself blue screen for a minute, "uhm. Are you Robert Singer?"