Light, Dark and Wolf {A Teen Wolf & Supernatural Crossover}

You're Hunters

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Mel P.O.V

~Time Skip to the Afternoon~

"Hey Stiles." I greet my brother as I get into the jeep. "So we going to the station the afternoon? See if they figured any more leads out?" I asks slamming the door shut. "Yep basically." He answers and we soon pull up to the station.

I look around and spot what I was excepting to see, "Black Chevy Impala." I mumble to Stiles, who looks at the car and roles his eyes.
"Come on." He practically pulls me through the door, and to no surprise there they are. Short, Tall and Trench coat dude. And they were talking to my dad. He must of notice my glare from the corner of his eye because he made some excuse to the three guys and makes his way towards us.
"Mel what's wrong? Because right now if looks could kill those three would be dead." Stiles smiles at his dad's remark. "We can't trust them, They aren't FBI they're hunters." I tell my dad looking at him seriously. "And I'm guessing your not talking about animal hunters but.." "Monster hunters, like the Argents, but not as nice I'm thinking." I finish for him. He looks concerned and was thinking about what to do next, "Well did Scott talk to you guys?". 

"Yeah I did." Scott walks through the doors with his motorcycle helmet at his side. "Hey Scott, didn't think you'd be here today." Stiles says watching his friend place his helmet down and walk over. "Yeah thought you guys might be and them." Scott looks over at the FBI guys.
"So what are you guys gonna do?" The Sheriff asks turning his attention to Scott. "Well we agreed we'd talk to them and if that didn't work, then.." Scott answered looking completely serious.
They talked about it for a while but I was kinda distracted, because I was focused on the two brown haired FBI guys. They looked really familiar and I was really annoyed because I couldn't place them, especially the shorter one.
I was really deep in thought that Stiles had to yell me name three times before I snapped back to attention. "Huh.. Yeah?" I turned to face my brother who has a look of 'Really? oh my god' on his face. "Since they're all here we're gonna fill them in on everything, ok? So there gonna come into out dad's office with us." Stiles fills me in on what we doing.
"Ok." I step towards the office when Stiles stops me. "You gotta go get them." He smiles and shrugs his shoulders and walks away. It was totally suppose to be his job to go get them wasn't it? Yeah.
I sighed then turned and walk up to Short, Tall and Trench Coat dude. I awkwardly tap Tall on the shoulder, he immediately turns around and of course he has to look down a bit. Before he speaks I notice the file in Short's hands. It was my file, not a student file, like the police file they write for each of the residents of the town.
Short noticing me immediately puts the file down in an effort to hide it. I just roll my eyes at him and turn back to Tall, trying the whole time to ignore Trench Coat dude. Who still kinda freaked me out but gave me a bit of hope. You'll fine out why soon.
"Sheriff wants you in his office." I state simply, turning on my heel immediately afterwards and I head towards the Sheriff office. Then I see Parrish sitting at his desk.
"Hey dad! You want me to bring Parrish too!" I yell at him through the door, after all if we were telling these guys who wasn't to be killed Parrish was definitely apart of that list. "That's a good idea!" He yells back and I turn to a confused Parrish. "Come on little hellhound." I whisper and practically drag him into the office.

On one side of the desk, I stand with my brother, our dad, Scott and Parrish. And on the other side we had Short, Tall and Trench Coat dude. Yes I will continue to call them that until I learn their names, which should be soon. I hope.
"Ok let's start with this." I take the lead because it looked no one else will, "What are your names?". The Tall one looked confused and points to Short.
"Agent Steven Tyler." He then points to himself, 'Agent Joe Perry and" He points to Trench Coat dude. "Agent Bob Seger." He and Short nod.
"Sure, Sure. Kinda funny you're all named after some one in a band. I mean isn't that cool." I make myself sound cheerful but very sarcastic, "Yes it ma'am, very cool indeed." The Tall one continues to play with his fake name. Then they all ramble on about how they'd gone through this before in many towns, and how they thought it was funny how they ended up on the same cases. At some point I got really sick of listening to their excuses.
"QUIT IT!" I slam my hand onto my dad's desk and it was total accident but when I withdraw my hand there was a handprint where I had slammed down. Now everyone was quiet. "Sorry dad." I mumble as I look back at the three FBI, "I know that those are not your real names." I start but I'm interrupted by Short who fires back with his own facts.
"Yeah and we know Stilinski isn't your real name either.". "How... My file, right." I glare at him, "Fine name's aren't important right now. What is though, is that we know you're hunters." As soon as I say the word hunters, all three tense up and instinctively their hands go to where I'm sure their weapons lie.
"Ok, ok calm down don't go trigger happy just yet." Parrish puts his hand out in a gesture of 'stop'. And two of the three relax a little, but Short doesn't move. Smart move really if I was in a room of strangers who could be  enemies I wouldn't move from a good position.
"How do you know we're hunters?" Short asks, "Well Short, is wasn't that hard to figure out, fake suits, fake badges. Terrible aliases, they way you talked about monsters so easily and him." I point at the Trench Coat dude who hadn't said a word.
"Me?" He asks, looking at Short and Tall confused. "Yes you. Your the reason I didn't agree with Malia on killing you three." I look at everyone in the room, most faces a look of confusion. "If they can befriend one non-human I'm sure they could help us." I explain to everyone, "They could help us with the threat at Beacon Hills." I turn to look at Short and Tall, "The Assassin. That's what it's called. And it's after anyone. Were-wolf, Human, Hunter, Anything...." I turn once more the trench coat man. "Even Angel.".