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[iluvroadrunner6]

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Word Count: 36,156

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guess i'll try my luck with you | supernatural/teen wolf | 660

[iluvroadrunner6]

[Prompt]

“We have a problem.”

Lydia pushes into the veterinary clinic, and the door slams behind her, rattling the cat knick knacks on their far wall. Their weighted paws swing back and forth as Scott looks up at her in confusion.

“We already had a problem of undefined supernatural origin.”

“Well, now we have a problem that is more of a human one.” She takes a deep breath. “I had to call in a favor with your dad.” Scott’s eyebrows go up. “Fake FBI agents were trying to investigate the crime scene, and more to the point, investigate me, so I needed to throw them off the scent.”

Scott nods slowly. “So you called my dad instead of Stiles, who is also in the FBI.”

“Calling your dad doesn’t end in a long string of texts and phone calls that require me to reassure him I’m not asking for trouble.” Even though she and Stiles are no longer together, his overprotectiveness has not died down. One of his less attractive qualities, but Scott nods his agreement.

“Point. So, what did my dad find out about them?”

She’s about to respond when her phone rings. “Agent McCall” flashes across the caller ID. She frowns, then sets the phone on Scott’s desk, placing it on speaker. “Hi, Agent McCall. Scott’s here too.”

“Do you still have eyes on our fake FBI agents?”

“No, I left the scene twenty minutes ago. Why?”

“Because Parrish lost them. While I was calling to deliver the details, they must have caught wise and slipped out.”

Lydia sighs. “That might have been my fault. I wanted to get them off my trail, so I tipped them off, sorry. I didn’t think you would seriously want to apprehend them. They’re probably just hunters.”

“Hunters?”

“Supernatural hunters,” Scott clarifies. “Argent says that sometimes they pose as law enforcement in order to get information about the bodies. Most local cops don’t feel like calling in favors to the FBI.”

“These guys had pretty decent fakes,” Lydia comments. “Whoever they are, they’ve likely been at this a while.”

“Who they are is Sam and Dean Winchester.”

Scott frowns, his forehead wrinkling. “I’ve heard of them. Argent gave me a list of all the big hunting families—Winchester was one of them.”

“Well, they’re not just hunters. They’re actually wanted for a very long list of charges, including murder. Lots of murder.” Agent McCall is quiet for a moment, trying to think things through. “I’m sending some agents out to see if they can follow the trail. These guys have slipped through the radar and faked their own death too many times for it to be strictly the supernatural at play. If you see them, just—stay away from them, okay? They’re dangerous.”

“Dad, we can handle some hunters.”

“There’s no guarantee that they’re just some hunters, Scott. Just … humor me, okay?”

“Okay.” Scott scrubs a hand over his face and leans back. “Let us know when your guys are getting here, but if Lydia really spooked them, they might be gone already.”

“We’ll figure that out when they get there. Talk to you soon.”

Agent McCall hangs up, and Lydia’s eyebrows climb up into her hair. “Scott, I didn’t know.”

“No, I know. Sounds like you did the right thing calling in my dad. But if this is pulling in outside hunters, we need to solve it now. Are you any closer to figuring out what this thing is?”

“I sent pictures of the bite marks off to Derek and Malia, hoping that either of them recognizes it or can twist Peter’s arm for it. Hopefully, it won’t take the time for another body to drop for them to get back to us.”

Scott nods, before the door to the vet clinic jingles, and he tenses. “I’m not expecting any more patients today.”

Lydia spins around at the sound of footsteps, and gasps when she sees the two tall men standing behind her. “Well, hey there Doc,” the shorter one smiles. “We need to talk.”