[Book 1] Star-Crossed Enemies ~ SPN/TVD/TW/PD/Charmed

[Prologue]

John's P.O.V

I sat in the impala in the sheriff's parking lot. My family and I were in Beacon Hills, California. Dean, Sam, Millie, and I were looking for Drystan and Stiles Winchester. They were my long-lost children, and their missing brothers.

Drystan and Stiles had been missing since the day my wife, Mary, died.

She had been dead ever since both of them and my daughter, Emma, was six months old. The Demon that killed her put her on the ceiling, and sat it on fire. It then took Drystan and Stiles out of the crib, out from beside their triplet sister, Emma.

We've been hunting the Demon ever since it took Drystan and Stiles, and killed Mary.

Emma has no idea that she is a part of a set of triplets, and I don't wanna tell her about them. I think she's too young to know that a Demon took her two brothers, the same night her mother died in their nursery.

She's 15, but I don't think she'd be able to handle that.

Whenever she was a kid, she thought it was her fault that we moved around a lot. She thought that it was her fault that we were in this business. Of course, Sam and Millie comforted her and told her that it wasn't her fault. That she shouldn't be thinking like that.

Right now, Emma was back at the Hale house, while Sam, Millie, and Dean were at school. I let her stay home from school today, because she said she wasn't feeling good.

Yes, I left my daughter in a house where there's Werewolves. But these were good Werewolves, I hate to say this but..I trusted them.

My kids and I had been staying with them for the past few weeks. I had been trying to make sure that the other family of Hunters stay off of their trail.

They were the Argent's..they have..a very different method on hunting. I tried to talk to Gerard about leaving these Werewolves alone, but he wouldn't listen.

So, I've been trying to get them off of the Hale's trail ever since I saw what they did to that Omega.

Anyway, I sighed loudly as I climbed out of the Impala. As soon as I slammed the car door shut, I heard the front door to the police station shut. My dark eyes shifted over to the door, I watched as the sheriff and a boy who looked around Emma's age came walking out.

The boy had a grey sweatshirt on, and a backpack over his shoulder. An annoyed look was on his face, "Oh, come on, dad!-"

"No, Stiles, I'm not sharing evidence with a 15-year-old boy." The sheriff snapped. As soon as I heard him say the boy's name, my head instantly perked up. A bit of a surprised look came over me, as I looked at the two.

The boy scoffs, shrugging a bit, "You might need an extra opinion-"

"If I needed an extra opinion, I'll ask one of my colleagues." The sheriff replies, forcing a smile onto his face.

The boy stared at him for a moment, before he scoffed and rolled his eyes. He then pulled the door open on the passenger's side of the sheriff's car, and climbed inside.

"Stiles?" I murmured under my breath, tears starting to fill my eyes.

I watched as the sheriff opened up the driver seat door, and was about to climb. I quickly started to walk over towards them, "Excuse me, sir!" I exclaimed, the sheriff turned and looked at me, as I soon stood in front of him, "Can I talk to you for just a minute?"

The sheriff stared at me, before glancing over at the boy in the passenger's seat. He then turns back to me, "Yeah, but it'll have to be quick. I have to take my boy to school."