"Hey, Derek" Stiles said, calmly walking up the stairs of the Hale House. Derek turned to him and smiled, love in his eyes. He looked relieved.
"Stiles, where were you? I was worried sick." Derek asked in a low voice. Stiles shrugged and kicked a shirt on the floor aimlessly.
"I was sick?" Stiles glanced at Derek, sounding confused. Thinking back on the situation, he really didn't know how to tell Derek the news.
1 Week Ago
"Stiles! What the hell?!" Scott yelled as Stiles bolted from the couch and into the bathroom, puking his guts out in the middle of their gaming marathon. "Stiles?! Oh my god, man, are you okay?" he asked as he walked into the bathroom and started to rub circles on his back.
"Shmumglbfrb." Stiles mumbled into the toilet.
"What?" Scott asked, not quite hearing him.
"I said 'My stomach hurts'." Stiles repeated.
"Why?" Scott asked, concerned.
"I don't know, it's been like this for about a week already. I've just been puking at random times, mostly in the mornings...but I don't know why." Stiles said, looking at his hands.
"You have morning sickness?" Scott snickered, so Stiles glared at him.
"Don't laugh! It's not funny! And no, it's not morning sickness! Not technically, I'm not pregnant, I'm a dude." Stiles retorted.
"Yeah, right...have you even had sex before? With a guy?" Scott asked, amusement in his voice.
"Uh, yeah. My boyfriend." Stiles said back, just as sassy.
"Which is...?" Scott trailed off, eyeing Stiles curiously.
"It's uh...Derek..." Stiles said nervously.
"Derek?! Oh my god...I need to call Allison!" Scott telled, suddenly becoming frantic.
"Wait! Why?!" Stiles yelled, more confused.
"Because I read this story once and it said that an Alphas mate can get pregnant, regardless of the gender." Scott said back, searching for his phone and walking out of the bathroom.
"What?! No! I can't be pregnant!" Stiles yelled after him. When he came back, Stiles was panting and had a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.
"Stiles, calm down. I just need to make su-ALLISON!...I need to ask you something...can an alphas mate get pregnant if it's a dude?...Just a thought...thanks." Scott said and hung up the phone. He turned to Stiles. "We need to get you a pregnancy test." was all he said before he walk out of the bathroom. Stiles followed him and climbed into the jeep, racing to a nearby convenient store.
The test was positive.
And so were the three they tried after that...
End Flashback
"Stiles...did you even hear what I said?" Derek asked, concerned. Stiles shook his head and scrubbed his face, groaning furiously.
"How could I be so dumb..." Stiles mumbled into his hands. "Sorry babe...what did you say?"
"I asked if you were feeling okay...five minutes ago." Derek said slowly, holding his boyfriends gaze. Stiles sighed and walked over to the bed, flopping down and dramatically flailing his arms.
"Well, how do I put this...I've been sick for a about two weeks now. I've been throwing up constantly." Stiles sighed, looking away.
"Did you go see a doctor?" Derek asked, a little too quickly, but he was worried. Stiles nodded.
"I have a stomach bug...the doctor said it would last a while..." Stiles said, a little amusement in his voice.
"What is it?" Derek asked, panicking internally, even though Stiles still noticed.
"I have a picture if you want to see it...the doctor showed me and said it progress over time..." Stiles said slowly, watching Derek's reaction intensely.
"Let me see it." Derek said and nearly ripped the picture out of Stiles' hands. Stiles chuckled lightly. "This...this is..." Derek whispered and looked at Stiles, eyes wide and filled with happy tears. Stiles nodded and smiled fondly at him. He leaned in and kissed Derek passionately.
"Congratulation Derek...you're going to be a father..." Stiles whispered once he pulled back. Derek laughed and pulled him in for another one.
Let's just say they didn't just kiss...
A few weeks later
"Okay, okay...I can do this, I can do this, I can do this, I can do this, oh my god, I CANT DO THIS!" Stiles yelled at his empty room, tugging his hair. There was a knock on his window, so he turned to look at it.
"Derek." He breathed out and lifted the hatch. "What are you doing here? My dad's are going to kill you if they find you in here." He hissed and smacked his chest lightly. Derek placed his hands on Stiles shoulders and started massaging them gently. Stiles groaned and relaxed slightly.
"Stiles, relax. It's going to be fine." Derek murmured into Stiles hair.
"No it's not. I have two dads downstairs that are famous retired hunters of the supernatural, and one of them is an Angel, a freaking Angel, Derek. How am I supposed to tell them that: 1. I'm gay. 2. I have a boyfriend. 3. My boyfriend is a werewolf...an alpha werewolf. 4. That we're mated, and finally 5. I'm pregnant. I can't! I'm only 17 years old, my life isn't supposed to be this complicated." Stiles said all in one breath. Derek sighed and hugged him tightly.
"Would it help if I was there with you when you tell them?"
"I was planning on telling them during dinner."
"Well, I'll walk down with you."
"Yeah, okay. But I am not telling them about you being a werewolf, okay. I don't need them to kill my mate...we're not telling them that we're mated either." Stiles mumbled into Derek's chest.
"Okay...okay." Derek soothed.
"Stiles! Get your ass down here! It's dinner time!" Dean yelled from downstairs. Stiles immediately tensed in Derek's arms.
"Coming Dad!" He choked out and grabbed Derek's hand tightly. "Oh my god...I'm so scared, I cant do this..." Stiles started shaking his head. He turned around and walked out of his room, dragging Derek along with him downstairs.
When they got downstairs, Dean was wiping down the table, back facing them. Castiel was in the kitchen, putting the last ingredients on the food.
"Your Pop made burgers. Do me a favor and help me set the..." Dean said, turning to face his son, Stiles. He stopped and crossed his arms, noticing that his son was holding another mans hand. "...table." He grunted out and glared at Derek. Stiles coughed awkwardly, let go of Derek's hand and shuffled awkwardly to the plates.
"I'm just gonna...hey! Would you look at that, plates! Derek, help me set them up, will you?" He asked in a silent plea. Derek still had his eyes on Dean, and nervously walked past him to the plates and helped Stiles set them up.
Dean huffed at Derek and walked into the kitchen.
"Cas, babe. Are you done?" Dean grunted out. Cas turned to look at him, a curious expression on his face.
"Yes, Dean. I believe so." He nodded at his husband. "What's wrong?" Cas questioned, noticing Deans stiff shoulders and the grimace on his face.
"We have company." Dean said and grabbed the plate of burgers. Cas grabbed the condiments and walked into the dining room with his husband. He paused once he saw that there were two people already at the table, and the guest was holding Stiles hand.
Cas walked to the table cautiously and set down the condiments gently. He sat down next to Dean, who turned his chair to face Derek.
"So, what are you doing with our son?" Dean said casually, glaring at Derek.
"Dad!" Stiles groaned at the same time Cas hissed "Dean."
"Dad! Seriously. All I wanted was a day of normal, I was going to introduce you and we were going to have a nice meal and you were going to interrogate him during dessert-" Stiles ranted.
"Stiles." Dean said calmly, flailing his arms slightly.
"-I had this whole thing planned out in my head and you just had to go on and-" Stiles continued, ignoring them.
"Stiles." Derek growled slightly, trying to shut him up.
"-ruin it. Then when everything was going great we were going to tell you that-" Stiles said, almost telling Dean and Cas.
"Stiles! Shut up." Derek growled in warning. Stiles put a hand over his mouth and reddened. He looked wide eyes at Derek and mouthed a silent 'sorry'.
Dean and Cas stared at their son and his boyfriend. Dean started to talk after a few minutes of silence.
"So, Stiles. Who's your...friend." Dean asked, pointing to Derek with his knife.
"This is my boyfriend, Derek." Stiles said quietly. Dean glared at Derek, and threatened him silently with his knife. Cas put a hand on his shoulder to prevent him from doing harm.
"How long has this relationship been going on?" Cas asked calmly. Derek gulped and answered nervously.
"About, eight months." Derek answered.
"Eight months?!" Dean screamed and stood up abruptly. He started to growl at Derek, but Cas led him back to his chair.
"What are your intentions with our son?" Cas asked. Looking at Derek.
"Pop, Dad, please..." Stiles begged.
"Be quiet Stiles." Dean hissed at him, glaring at his boyfriend. Derek looked at Stiles, but quickly returned his gaze towards his parents.
"Have you ever mistreated him?" Cas asked, genuinely concerned. Dean and Cas remembered Stiles coming home multiple time with cuts and bruises littering his body, they didn't want to finally meet the problem.
Derek didn't miss the underlying 'I will hurt you if I need to' in his tone.
"No. I would never mistreat your son." Derek finally said, truthfully. Cas nodded and let go of Deans shoulder, obviously pleased with Dereks answers.
"How old are you?" Dean said calmly, which scared Derek.
"Oh my god! Derek, you don't have to ans-" Stiles started to complain, reaching out to touch Derek.
"23." He said, looking Dean in the eyes.
"Twenty-Cas, can I kill him now?!" Dean gaped at his husband. Cas merely rolled his eyes.
"No, Dean. You cannot kill our son's boyfr-" he started to say, but got cut off by Derek.
"Everybody quiet!" Derek hissed. He tilted his head to the side and closed his eyes. There was a growling in the distance, but it was too far for human ears to hear.
"Derek, what is it?" Stiles asked. Derek sniffed softly. He smelled his pack, but he also smelled fear and danger.
"You have to leave." Derek told Stiles once he recognized the smell of the other alphas, and they were looking for Stiles.
"What?! No-" Stiles protested and stood up. Derek could hear one of the other werewolves getting close.
"Stiles, you need to leave!" Derek said pushing Stiles out of the dining room and up the stairs.
"And I'm telling you, I'm not going anywhere! If the Alpha pack wants me, they're going to die trying! I'll make sure of it!" Stiles protested. Dean could see stiles cross his arms and pout. He smiled fondly. Wait...Alpha Pack?!
"Stiles, please. I can't let them take you!" Derek pleaded. They heard Stiles sigh.
"Why do they want me anyways?" He asked.
"Because you're my mate, and you're pregnant! Taking you is a deceleration of WAR!" Derek exclaimed.
"...It is?" They heard Stiles squeak.
"Yes...please. I just want you to be safe..." Derek asked in a small voice.
"I'll be safe here. Do you know who my parents are?!" Stiles argued back. Derek's ears went back and his face became more panicked.
"Stiles! Leave, now!" Derek growled. He didn't want to shift in from of his parents, but he had to keep his mate safe. He pushed Stiles up the stairs. Dean and Cas were watching them, with shocked and confused expressions.
"No! I'm not leaving you!" Stiles yelled at him, poking him in the chest. Derek leaned in close and growled in his ear.
"Listen to me Stiles. The alphas are here and they're looking for you...they know you're my mate." He whispered in Stiles' ear. Stiles shook his head, confused.
"Yeah, so? What does that have to do with anything." Stiles whispered back.
"Stiles...they're here to kill you." Derek whined low in his throat. Stiles looked at him wide eyes before pushing past him to the closet downstairs. He grabbed a gun and silver bullets laced with wolfsbane.
"Stiles!" Derek yelled in surprise.
"Woah, where do you think you're going with that?!" Dean yelled at his son, staring at him in shock.
A werewolf with red eyes burst through their dining room window. Stiles pointed the gun and shot it in the head with a hard look in his eyes, not even flinching when it dropped dead at his feet.
Stiles looked down at his shirt and saw it covered with blood. He rolled his eyes and groaned.
"Oh, come on! This was my favorite shirt. The blood is never going to come out of this." He said agitated, rubbing his shirt with his palm. Another wolf jumped through the window. Derek stepped in front of Stiles protectively and growled.
Dean was watching the whole interaction in silence. He never told Stiles about the supernatural...
The wolf chuckled at Derek and lounged at Stiles. Derek punched it into a nearby wall.
Scott and Boyd rushed into the dining room through the window. Stiles pointed his gun at them, but lowered it once he saw who it was.
"Oh my god! I almost shot you!" Stiles yelled at his friends. "What are you even doing here?!"
"Protecting you!" Boyd yelled as he got tackled to the ground by the werewolf that was in the house.
"I don't need protection! Im perfectly capable of handling this situation!" Stiles yelled, shooting another werewolf, that just entered the house, in the leg.
"No you're not!" Scott yelled as he got slashed in the chest. Stiles shot the wolf in the head, twice. "Okay, maybe you are...but were doing this on instinct, not on command." Scott told him.
"What are you talking about?" Stiles questioned as he checked how many bullets he had, and reloaded.
"I don't know!" Scott yelled, frustration lingering in his voice.
"I do..." The pack leader said as she calmly entered the room through the window. "...you're the alpha's little boy toy, whore. I can smell it from here."
"Shut up!" Derek yelled as Stiles shot at her, and missed. Derek lounged at her, but she merely flung him away like a broken toy. She punched Scott, and elbowed Boyd in the face. They both fell to the floor unconcious. She walked up to him and grabbed him by the throat. She slammed him into the wall.
"You're his mate, aren't you? And you're...pregnant...? How interesting." She sneered at him. Stiles was gasping for air and glaring at her.
"Fuck...off." He rasped out through ragged breaths. She roared and swiped her claws at him. Stiles closed his eyes and waited for the strike, only it never came.
Stiles opened his eyes and saw her fly back into the wall on the other side of the room.
There was a loud boom of thunder and lightning in the sky. Cas appeared in front of Stiles. The lights in the house started flickering, and for the first time in his life, Stiles saw Cas' wings. They were huge and beautiful and...black? Cas' voice boomed at her.
"Don't touch my son!" He screamed in rage, opening his wings to full length. She got out of the rubble surrounding her, turned into her wolf form and started growling. She didn't even notice Derek getting up and pouncing on her.
"Derek! Oh my-no, Derek! Stop, she'll kill you! Please, oh my god, stop! I can't-I can't do this without you...please..." Stiles pleaded.
The sound of a shotgun ran through the air. Stiles looked at his Dad in shock. The two tussling wolves went limp. Stiles' heart started beating frantically.
"No no no no no! Derek!" Stiles screamed, tears running down his face. Scott and Boyd got up, groaning. They looked at Stiles wrecked face, then at his dads, then at the two wolves on the floor.
They immediately got up and started pushing the other wolf off of Derek.
Derek got up weakly and started limping towards Stiles. Stiles broke through his dad's grip and hugged him tightly while he was still shifting. Dean pointed his gun towards Derek.
"Stiles, get away from him." He grumbled out. Stiles shook his head and kept trying to check his wounds. Scott and Boys stood in from if their alpha protectively.
"God dammit! All of you, get away!" Dean yelled again. Scott and Boyd's eyes flashed gold and they started growling.
"Cas, they're all werewolves!" He said looking at his husband. Cas was staring at their son like he was figuring out a puzzle. Dean sighed and looked back at the two teens.
"Look, I don't want to have to kill you, and I won't if you just move out of the way." He grunted and pointed his gun at them, but they wouldn't move. Dean sighed and was about to shoot when Stiles mumbled out a few words.
"Guys, stand down. I'm okay, and Derek will be fine. Just move out of the way so I can talk to my parents..." He mumbled out to them. They nodded back and moved to the stairs.
"Shit, Derek. Your leg is broken!" Stiles said distractedly. Dean looked at his son like he had just grown a second head.
"Do you have bodyguard werewolves?" He asked in bewilderment.
"I know, you're going to have to shift it back into place so it can heal properly." Derek told Stiles, but he looked at him like he was crazy.
"What?! Is it going to hurt?" He asked, gently grabbing Derek's left shin.
"Yes." He answered grimly.
"Oh, okay. I'll do it on five. One...two-!" Stiles said, and snapped the two bones together.
"Ahhhhhhhh! Fuck! I thought you said on five." He hissed and chuckled a little.
"Yeah, well...if I did it on five then your muscles wouldn't have been relaxed. Your muscles would have tightened subciou-mph!" Stiles said, but got cut off when Derek kissed him mid-sentence. Stiles smiled into the kiss and grabbed Derek's face to deepen the kiss.
"Is it true?" Cas said quietly, watching the two make out.
"Hm?" Stiles said, pulling away with a slightly dazed expression.
"Is it true?" He said again, louder.
"Is what true?" Stiles said, confused.
"Are you his mate?" Cas asked firmly, staring at his son intensely.
"Uh...hehe...weeeeeeeell-" Stiles started to say awkwardy, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.
"Cut the crap, son. Just tell us the truth. Are you this son a bitch's mate." Dean stated bluntly. Scott, Boyd and Derek started to growl quietly. Stiles stared at his dad.
"His name is Derek. And yes...I am." He said proudly.
"What about...about..." Cas sighed and slumped against the wall.
"What? What else is there?!" Dean yelped in frustration.
"About what Pop?" Stiles squeaked out.
"Are you...are you pregnant?" Cas whispered. Dean stared at his son and waited for a response.
Derek noticed his sudden distress and gripped his shoulder.
"Yes." He breathed out. Dean lowered his gun, shook his head, and walked away.
Stiles looked at his Dad, heart broken, but when he looked at his Pop, his heart skipped a beat.
Cas was beaming at his son.
"I'm going to be a grandfather..." Cas breathed out and started laughing. He stopped and looked at his son, still beaming.
"You're not...mad?"
"Oh, I am."
"..."
"I'm mad that you didn't tell us. I'm mad that you didn't tell us about this relationship when it first started. I'm mad that my house is in ruins...but I'm not mad at you."
Dean walked back into the room, and threw clothes at Derek.
"You are going to be under 24 hour surveillance until that child is born, do you understand?" Cas said, looking at his and Dean's son. Stiles nodded, speechless.
"And you two-" Dean said, pointing at Derek and Scott. "-are both going to live, breathe, sleep, shit, shower, and eat in this house! You are both going to protect Stiles with your life and care to his every need. If you dont, I swear I will shoot you both in the heart, head and dick with a silver bullet laced with wolfbane, you understand?"
"Um, sir?" Derek questioned when he realized Dean didn't shoot him. Dean poined at Scott and Derek again, looking at them both in the eyes,
"Listen to me..If you're going to be apart if this family, you're going to do what I say."
"Yes sir." Scott and Derek said simultaneously.
"And most of all...you are going to make sure that he's safe. Okay? I just...I can't lose my son. He is the most improtant person in my life, and you are going to make sure nothing happens to him."