~Chapter One~

A/N: Sooo I've been working on this crossover for a while. I thought I'd post it here first instead of on my Wattpad account because my friends found that and...yeah. You know how that ends. Anyways, I should probably update this about every other day because I've got a good chunk of it done. So now that you know that, please read, review, favorite, follow, do whatever y'all want to do, and onto the disclaimer~

Sadly I don't own either Teen Wolf or Supernatural *cries*

Stiles Stilinski didn't know exactly what he was expecting when he walked into his dad's office carrying a bag of takeout and a couple of sodas, but it certainly wasn't two gigantic, stern-looking underwear models sitting awkwardly in the uncomfortable, stiff chairs facing his father's desk. Which wasn't currently occupied by his father.

"Who're you?" The "Short, Blond, & Handsome" one asked, immediately wincing as his buddy not-so-subtly dug his elbow into his side. "I meant-" he shot a glare at his larger companion "-what's a kid like you doing back here in the sheriff's office?"

Stiles grinned at the pair, hiding his uneasiness behind his usual cheeky smile. "Stiles," he introduced himself. "I'm the sheriff's son. And who are you?"

The two simultaneously flipped open their badges and gave Stiles a quick glance at them before shoving them back in their pockets. "FBI," the tall one, now identified as Agent Young, said.

"Hey, can I see those?" Stiles asked curiously, but a nervous tingling was stirring in his stomach. What would FBI be doing in Beacon Hills?

Agent Burgess handed him his badge. As Stiles took it from him, he felt something small and metal being pressed against his palm before it was quickly pulled back. As Burgess withdrew his arm, Stiles saw a flash of...was that silver? Were they trying to test him with silver?

Stiles filed that information away for later and instead flipped open the badge and examined it thoroughly. "Hey, cool names," he said. "Y'know, maybe you should try giving yourselves more inconspicuous aliases next time you fake FBI badges. AC/DC's a pretty popular band." He tossed the badge back onto Burgess's lap with a smug smirk. "Better not show these to my dad, by the way. They'd probably fool a kindergartner. So why are you two really here?"

The two exchanged surprised looks (totally not subtle, by the way, Stiles almost rolled his eyes at how obvious they were being), then "Young" sighed melodramatically, still keeping his act up perfectly. "Okay, you got us. We were just curious about those animal attacks that happened a few months ago. The ones that the town originally blamed on a...wolf?" The man's eyes glittered dangerously, making warning bells go off in Stiles's head. Hunters.

"Y-you know they already found the killer? It was Kate Argent. The psychotic killer lady who murdered that whole family," Stiles lied nervously, hoping that he sounded convincing. His mind was reeling. He had to warn Scott, and Derek...the whole pack was in danger…

"Argent?" The two men shared looks of shock. Stiles was just about to berate them with more questions when his father walked in, his eyes moving from the hunters to Stiles then back to the hunters.

"Everything all right here?" He asked suspiciously.

The shorter one flashed a winning smile at him. "Oh no, everything's fine. We were just leaving." He looked back at Stiles, who was sitting there looking like the picture of innocence. "You're raising a great kid, Sheriff. See you around, Stiles?"

"Yeah, sure," the younger boy agreed nervously as the hunters walked out of the office.

Once they were gone, Sheriff Stilinski walked into the room and picked up the takeout bag, eying its contents and sighing at the sight of a salad. "Were they bothering you, Stiles?" He asked as he picked up a fork.

"No," the younger Stilinski answered, not looking up from his phone as he finished sending a text off to Scott. Hunters in town. Tell Derek?

"Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you-I'll be away at a conference for a few days. Just a routine assessment, shouldn't be too much to worry about. Smith's going to be running things around here. If you need anything, you ask him, alright? I'm leaving tonight, but I should be back by Tuesday if things work out," the sheriff added, prying the salad container open.

"Okay, dad," Stiles said, looking from his phone and shooting his father a reassuring smile. "I'll be good. It's you I should be worrying about anyways. Promise you'll try to eat healthy while you're there?"

The sheriff huffed in annoyance. "Fine," he agreed reluctantly. "You call every night, alright, kiddo?" Stiles agreed, then gave him a quick hug before walking out of the office. His phone beeped as he received a text message from Scott.

alrdy taken care of. allison's dad nows the guy. derek says be careful

Stiles frowned at his phone, rereading the text. Scott must've gotten it wrong, there were two hunters. But maybe it was just a typo. Just as he was about to text his best friend back, something else popped up.

btw, pack meeting sat 5 pm. my house, be there

Today was Friday. That meant he had plenty of time to hole himself up in his house researching those two hunters. He grinned to himself and pocketed his phone as he walked out to his Jeep, passing a '67 Chevy Impala that was just pulling out. He could see the two hunters inside, clearly arguing about something. Quickly he took note of their license plate and entered his Jeep. The short drive to his house wasn't short enough. He was itching to get inside, boot up his computer and do a little research.

He grinned to himself. Soon, he would know everything about the two mysterious men.