Chapter Seven

"Winchester. Not Solo and Skywalker. Winchester." Sheriff Stilinski said, walking toward Sam and Dean. "Now, why would you two lie about being FBI agents?"

I got up off the cement, "Do you think that's the problem right now? What about Jesse? And..." I gave him and the teenagers a once over, "And none of you look particularly fazed by Jesse's little… show of talent. I doubt this is the first time you've been through this."

Sheriff Stilinski hesitated for a second and then pulled out his gun. "I want to know who the hell you are. And I want to know now."

I stood up off the ground, an uneasy feeling in my stomach. Then I caught Dean's eye. He shook his head to the side, indicating that I shouldn't do anything. I nodded in return.

Instead, Dean turned to Sam, looking annoyed. It was a good disguise. "Sam, Charlie, is this going to be a gun fight?"

"For the way the conversation is turning, I'd say it is." Sam responded, "Unfortunately."

"Shame. Well lucky for us-" Dean caught Sam's and my eyes, nodding slightly, "We can do guns."

And with that all three of us simultaneously pulled out our guns. I fought back a tiny fangirl-like squeal.

"Like he said," Sam spoke nonchalantly, "We can do guns."

The Sheriff sighed and gestured at Eleanor and Parish. Both pulled out their own guns. "Well, so can we. And," He gestured at the kids, "it looks like you're out numbered. What a shame."

"We go down, you go down with us." I said, as confidently as possible. As fun as this was, it was always rather terrifying.

"We don't want to shoot you," Parish spoke, "We want to know who- what- you are."

"I could ask the same of you." Sam responded. Then he lowered his gun slightly. "Let me guess. Hunters? Stationed in a city? Its uncommon but not unheard of. If this town's weird enough or has some sort of draw on supernatural creatures, then it would make sense."

"Hunters," one of the teenagers snarled, "You think we're hunters."

"Calm down, Malia." Stiles said timidly.

"So… not hunters." Dean smirked.

"Well then, what are you?" I spat, the fear growing inside my stomach. "Human? Tell me that you're at least human."

"... Some of us." The leader-like one coughed.

Lydia stomped her feet, her eyes wide. We all turned to her. She tried to speak but nothing came out. Angrily she stomped her foot again and pointed at the three of us. The rest of us stared at her. She rolled her eyes, exasperated. Then she pointed at Malia and again at Sam and Dean.

"Hunters." The leader spoke. "She's saying that they're hunters."

They all turned to the three of us. Dean winked.

"Hunters!" Malia scoffed. "So you were coming to kill us this whole time! You know what we are!" Her eyes flared blue.

"Woah!" Sam said, stepping back. "We weren't following you, we were after Jesse."

"Liar." Malia growled.

"But," The Asian girl stated, "Not all hunters are bad… I mean, Argent."

"Oh, don't be so naive, Kira." The leader snarled. His eyes had turned red.

"I… I don't think this is you." Eleanor said, looking around nervously.

"No… this is Jesse." I muttered, knowing the words were true as soon as they had left my mouth.

"This isn't Jesse." Malia seethed. "This is survival."

Then she lunged.