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Dean pov

In the impala, we listen to the greatest hits of the 80s while discussing the case.

"This werewolf could literlaly be anyone, especially if it is this new "breed" of werewolf," I say.

"I don't know," says Sam. "We could just ask around town and see if anyone has been acting strangely. But I don't get it. After sticking to the strict diet, and only eating animals, why suddenly go and rip someone in half?"

"I don't know," I say, pulling into the preserve's parking lot. "Frankly, I don't really care. If this guy has killed, then we end him, kay?" I stop the car and pull the keys out of the ignition.

"Okay, Okay. Just saying though, not the first time we have met a friendly monster."

"Yeah, but friendly monsters don't kill people."

"Got me there."

As we step out the car, slamming the doors behind us, we see two kids walking out of the preserve. "Hey, maybe they know something."

I shout over to the two kids, "Hey!" We walk over to the two boys, and see that one is skinny with a buzzcut, and the other more slouched with a dark brown flop of hair on his head, looking kind of like Sam's. I reconnize one of the kids as the sheriff's kid. The other kid, as he walks up and gets a good look at us seems like he wants to rip our guts out. Geez, teenagers these days.

"Agents Bonam and Copeland, FBI," I say as me and Sam flash our badges. "You're the Sheriff's kid, right?"

"Yeah. And what do the FBI want in our little town?" The skinny one replies sarcastically. That one seems to have an attitude in him. I scoff and look over at Sam. "We are here investigating the dissapearance of Laura Hale. Is it all right if we ask you guys a few questions?"

"I guess," The other one responds.

Sam says, "Do you guys know of any Derek Hale?"

The two both glance at each other, almost sharing words through a single look, before he responds. "Derek? Yeah, I guess."

"Do you have any idea where we could find this man?"

"Maybe the old Hale house, I guess. I didn't even know he was back in town," he responds.

"Okay great. Have you guys noticed anything strange lately around town?"

"What do you mean." The skinny one responds.

"I mean strange deaths, sudden drops in temperature, that sort of thing."

"Nope, nothing strange going on here," He says quickly.

"Okay, well if you do here of anything of that sort be sure to give us a call," Sam says, handing us a card.

We were getting nowhere with this conversation, but we might as well test them, just to be sure though. I doubt either of these kids were our monster, I think you need a little more body hair. "Would you guys do me a favor and write down your names, just for the records." I hands the guys a clipclipboard and a silver-plated pen, perfect for scoping out our monster. SKinny dude writes down his name first with no reaction, and then to his friend, who also has no reaction to it either. He hands the clipboclipboard back to us. "Thank you for your time," Sam says, and we walk away.

"Was it just me or did those two seem nervous to you?"

"I guess so, but they both passed the test, so we can probably rule them out as our werewolf," I say. "Probably just some stupid kids looking for a thrill."

"Yeah, you're probably right." We continue walking through the preserve, now in silence, hoping to maybe catch sight of this house. Finally after what seems like forever, we come upon a burnt-out shell of a house. How in the hell is this thing still standing?

"Do we even need to knock?" Sam glances at me, annoyed. We walk up to the house and he knocks on the door, and says, "Hello?"

There is no answer, so he shouts again, "Hello? Derek Hale?"

Again no answer, so finally I shout, "Dude, If you don't come out, we're coming in."

Finally, the old chipping door creaks open, revealing a pale, and very pissed off, young man. "What. In. The. Hell. Do. You. Want," he practically growls at us.

"Are you Derek Hale?" Sam says.

"Who's asking," he replies. "This is the second time today. First those dumbass kids and now you." I glance at Sam with this last sentence, communicating that those kids definitely did know something.

"THe FBI," I respond, me and Sam flashing our badges. He seems a bit taken aback by this, and examines our badges before adressing us.

"What do the FBI want?"

"We are investigating the dissapearance of your sister, Laura Hale," Sam says.

"Oh," Says Derek. "Wel, I don't need your help to find Laura. I'm perfectly fine on my own, thank you."

"Why'd you report it to the police then?" Said Sam.

"Moment of weakness. But I'm fine now," he says, emphasizing the fine. "Or at least I was until you two got here, so if you would kindly get off my property that would be great." He closes the door, but I stop it with my hand, sliding the silver pen into my palm and handing him my card.

"Alright, but be sure to give us a call if youhappen to need anything."

"Sure," he says, taking the card his hand brushing the silver, flinching slightly. He then proceeds to slam the door in our faces.

"What a nice guy," I say sarcastically as we walk off of the porch.

Sam shoves me and says, "Come on dude. What would you act like if you thought I was missing. You wouldn't be exactly friendly."

"Anyway," I say. "Seems like this dude has something to hide."

"That's what you said about the two kids too."

"But this time I really think so!" I defend myself. "See how defensive he got when we mentioned his sister. He definitely knows more than he's telling us. And he also flinched at the silver."

"Maybe," says Sam thoughtfully. "But I just feel like there's more going on here. This does not seem like a simple black and white case."

"Dude, it's definitely black and white here. Someone killed that girl, and so we are going to kill it. Simple"

"Fine, Fine. Jeez."

Hey guys! I am sooo sorry this took so long to update, but I just finished with school and am now on summer break. I should be able to update pretty regularly. Thanks so much for reading my story and review please! Thanks guys! Yeet