I'm not even sure what happened with this. One minute I was thinking about all the weird rumors that must have started around the Winchsters over the years and then this sort of happened. I am so sorry.

May or may not add on to this eventually.

"Guys, we have a problem!" Stiles yelled out as he slid the door of the loft open. From across the room he could see all the wolves wince at his volume. It was too late, though, because he was already plowing on at the same volume. "Like. Possible huntery problems!"

While he moved to perch on the arm of the sofa next to Scott, his father came in through the door behind him. He closed it gently and moved to stand near the desk that Derek was leaning against. The rest of the pack looked between them expectantly while Stiles fidgeted around to get into a comfortable position. Finding none, he ended up leaning heavily on the alpha who put an arm around him to prevent him from slipping off of the sofa.

"Stiles? Possible hunter problem?" Said Alpha reminded him gently. The teen perked a little as he was put back on track.

"Right! So, these two guys came into the station to talk to dad about the guy that Kate carved up." He could see all three of the girls sprawled on the floor wince, both at the mention of Kate and being reminded of the body Lydia had found, but he continued on anyway. "They /said/ they were FBI but aside from the fact that Agent Douchebag is already here, they weren't really federal material. For one, the tall one's hair was /way/ too long for regulation. And I doubt federal agents get to drive classic muscle cars on the job."

"They were also asking oddly specific questions. Like if we'd found any animal hair on the scene or found anything, in their words, 'weird about the way the victim had been ripped apart.'" The Sheriff put in with a frown. "They weren't subtle at all about what they were asking for."

Next to him, Derek shifted uncomfortably and shared a look with Peter who was lurking on the stairs. "...It sounds like hunters, yeah."

"A specific /set/ of hunters, if the fact they drive a classic car is anything to go by." Peter supplied helpfully as he rose from the stairs to lean against the other arm of the sofa. "I'm willing to bet my apartment that it's the Winchesters."

Scott glanced between the Hales worriedly. "I'm...assuming that's a bad thing?"

"Oh, very bad. While the Argents primarily hunt werewolves, the Winchesters are Demon hunters. Backed by heaven itself, if the rumors are true. But, while the Argents are purists who go by a code and only hunt wolves the Winchesters hunt anything that crosses their path." Peter intoned almost gleefully. "Oh, poor Kate. She won't even know what hit her."

Derek looked even more worried now as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I heard that the older brother crawled his way out of hell to keep hunting. And that the younger is the closest that a human can get to being a demon."

A quick glance at the pack showed that they were growing more and more worried by this news. Issac shifted closer to Scott on the sofa while Lydia looked like she wanted to go find a basement to hide in. Kira's hands were flexing around the pencil in her hand like she wished she'd brought her katana with her.

"Gerard said he'd met them once and that they had an Angel at their beck and call. He...also said they were the most ruthless hunters he'd ever seen." Allison spoke up as the silence stretched out, her hands clenching around the textbook in her lap.

From next to Scott, Issac mumbled something about them getting the stamp of approval from the geriatric psychopath being comforting.

"...Winchesters? Aren't those the two that went on a killing spree about a year ago before they were killed resisting arrest?" Stilinski asked, brows furrowing. At the blank looks he received from the teenagers, he sighed. "It was all over the news for a week!"

While the Sheriff rubbed at his forehead, Stiles sat up again and glanced around the room. "Guys, I think the rumors of these guys are greatly exaggerated. I mean, they introduced themselves as Agents Stark and Banner, for gods sake!"

Peeking up at Stiles, Scott's lips twitched up in a smile. "Which one was which?"

"Tall one was Banner and the little one was Stark, I think."

Derek stared at the two of them from across the room, looking like he couldn't decide if he kind of wanted to slam their heads together or laugh. Instead he settled on looking vaguely annoyed and leaning back against the desk again.

"Are they going to come after us? I mean, if they keep digging they're going to find more than one unexplained death." Lydia's gaze was accusing as it fell on Peter, who looked vaguely offended as everyone else turned to look at him as well.

"Hey! I'm not the only one that went on a killing spree in this town, you know!" He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "Just tell 'em it's already been dealt with. And if they don't back off, have Argent tell them to scram."

Allison, who looked highly unhappy about agreeing with the oldest Hale, nodded. "They'll listen to dad. Especially if they've met Gerard."

"See! Everything's settled! Now stop worrying and get ready to celebrate a certain cougar being out of our hair for good this time!" Peter practically sang gleefully as he made his way back toward the stairs. "You can all go back to being teenagers and focus on stupid things like romance and lacrosse!"

Once he was gone, everyone turned their gaze to Scott who just sighed and lifted his shoulders in a shrug. "He has a point. We've done nothing wrong and I'm sure they'll understand that if we have Allison's dad explain that when they come asking. For now, let's just worry about school and keeping out of their way."

"That's what I'm talking about!" Stiles shouted, slinging an arm around Scott's shoulders. "Besides, we guys have Lacrosse practice to start worrying about again. Can't imagine coach is gonna /not/ keep us busy with that."

Rolling his eyes, Scott pushed him back onto the arm of the sofa and got up to walk the Sheriff out to his car. Slipping onto the seat the alpha had just vacated, Stiles waved to his father as he left. He wasn't worried about all of this.

Because what were the chances that the rumors were true, right? These Winchesters couldn't really cause /that/ much trouble in Beacon Hills.