Title: Born Again in Beacon Hills

Main Pairings: Destiel, Sterek

Full Summary: When Emanuel and Daphne Allen move to Beacon Hills after a demon scare, they befriend their neighbor, Stiles Stilinski. When Stiles' pack can't stand to be around him, and when the memory of his mother's death floods his mind, the unexpected happens.
The Winchesters come to town.

Rating: T

Word Count: 3,665

A/N: There just aren't enough SuperWolf fanfictions in the world. So I made one. And I have no idea what I'm doing with it. So, enjoy.

The day had started out normally for one Stiles Stilinski. He woke up late, ran out the door with his breakfast still in his mouth, and got into class just before the bell rang. He managed to maintain concentration for four out of six classes, and luckily one of those was chemistry. So, simply put, he managed to avoid detention for a day.

He hadn't been irritated by any werewolves that week, either. Scott has said he hadn't talked to Derek recently, and Isaac, Erica, and Boyd all seemed to be keeping their distance. In fact, they seemed to be avoiding him. No, wait, he knew that they were avoiding him. He'd asked once. Isaac had said that there was something… frightening about Stiles. Off. Boyd said there was something lingering over his scent, whereas Erica just kindly informed Stiles that his scent made her want to cut his throat out.

But Stiles had no clue what he'd done to make his scent odd. He'd even tried buying new soap! When he'd informed Erica and the others of this, however, she simply cackled and said it wasn't a smell he could intentionally apply. And that if he did, he was crazy.

Even Scott had agreed with the others, albeit more kindly. He had explained to his best friend ho the fragrance coming from Stiles and all of the Stilinski home both terrified Scott and fueled him with a rage that he couldn't explain, but the best he could would be that his wolf viewed Stiles as a threat and wanted him destroyed.

So, hanging with his best friend was out. And pretty much his only friend… Oddly enough, Danny didn't want to come hang out at his house again after the 'Miguel' incident. Or ever really before then, either.

Stiles was in luck, though. His new neighbors didn't seem to mind having a teenager over. In fact, the man seemed to enjoy Stiles' company. Daphne Allen would cook cookies with Stiles whilst her husband, Emanuel, listened to Stiles as he rambled on and on about things that had happened in the past. And rather than shouting at Stiles to shut up like most people did by this point in time, Emanuel seemed to encourage him to speak more.

It wasn't until a week ago that he knew that the Allen's were any different than the rest of them. Actually, Daphne still seemed to be quite normal, but Emanuel… he did things that just weren't natural. He always knew that they were religious, but now…

Stiles shook his head. There wasn't time to ponder on that right now. He would keep his neighbor's secret just like he promised. And it didn't change anything, anyways.

And besides, now he had cookies to make with Daphne and Emanuel.

That night, Stiles lay in his bed, deep in thought. There was something… off about Emanuel. Not more so than normal, but… in general. But what bugged him more so was how protective Daphne seemed to be over her husband.

Any time Stiles tried to ask him a question, being as subtle with his questioning as he could be (but really, this is Stiles we're talking about), Daphne would redirect him to something else. And sometimes, it really did distract him from his train of thoughts.

But when he leaves, he always remembers. And he gets more suspicious of Daphne. Only, she looks so kind and sweet. She acts kind and sweet. She's just overprotective. For an unknown reason. Emanuel didn't seem to mind though, and that was really all that mattered after all.

Still, Stiles knew that something fishy was going on here. He really just wished he could know what it was without having to go through all the work, though. He had enough wolf problems to deal with anyways, and he wasn't even a werewolf! He didn't need mysterious and yet amazingly awesome neighbor problems as well.

By lunch the next day, all thoughts of the Allen's had left his mind. Except, of course, for the thoughts of the delicious cookies he had baked with them the day before. I mean, how could they not be on his mind when he was inhaling the beautiful, magnificent aroma of cookies.

And as if knowing that he had a wonderfully amazing snack on hand, Scott decided to sit with him at lunch for the first time that week, Stiles automatically handing over one of the cookies from his container.

"Thanks Stiles," Scott said, quickly shoving the cookie in his mouth. He only chewed on it for a second before grabbing a napkin and spitting the cookie into it. "Dude! What the hell did you put in these?"

"Flour, eggs, chocolate, I don't know, what do you use to make cookies, Scott?" Stiles frowned at the insult of his baked goods. Sure, he didn't cook unless he was at Daphne's, but his best friend could be nice. Besides, he thought that they came out quite nicely….

"No, there's just… something weird…," and without explaining any more than that, Scott grabbed the container of cookies and inhaled before wincing and pulling back. "Well, whatever's got the pack avoiding you, it's got to do with these cookies."

"Dude, they're just cookies!" Stiles objected, not understanding what the werewolf was saying. "There's nothing wrong with them! Unless, maybe it's Daphne's perfume that's been bothering you guys. It bugs me too, actually, it's really strong. But I didn't want to tell her, because she's kind of scary, really, and I-"

"Stiles! Wait… who's Daphne?" Scott asked. "Hold on! You don't have a girlfriend, do you?"

"No way, man!" Stiles protested loudly. "I'd have to be after cougars if I was, plus she's happily married. Nah, she and Emanuel are my new neighbors. They moved in about a month back. I swear I've told you about them- NO WAY! You were tuning me out, weren't you? Aww man, that's just rude!"

"I wouldn't have ever felt the need to learn to tune you out if you hadn't gone into detail about a c-section with me two months ago."

"I could've explained the history of the circumcision, if you had preferred?" Stiles offered, causing his friend to fake a gag.

Moaning, Scott said, "these are the reasons you get tuned out, Stiles." Clearing his throat and sitting up, Scott got back to topic. "Anyways, you're neighbors. You said a month ago, right?" Stiles nodded. "I thought you were smart, man! Your scent started bugging us a month ago."

Stiles sat there in silence and Scott watched recognition come into his eyes. "Ohh… OOH!"

"Yeah."

"So, what does that mean?" Stiles asked. "Are the Allen's like, a rival pack or something? Because there's no way Emanuel is a werewolf, and it'd be pushing it to say Daphne was, especially with such strong perfume. But Emanuel, he's a friggin' saint, dude! After all, he- is totally awesome!"

"Wait, you were going to say something else," Scott said, causing Stiles to suddenly find the walls, ceiling and floor very interesting. "What was it?"

"I- Nothing, exactly what I said. Why would I say something I didn't want to say? I mean Scott, really, you know me man, whatever's on my mind just comes flying out of my mouth, and there's no stopping it." Scott sighed at his friend, hearing the increased heartbeat ride the more Stiles talked.

"Stiles. I know you're lying. I'm a werewolf, remember?"

"Screw you and your heightened senses! This is mutiny I tell you, MUTINY!"

"How is this mutiny? You're not even-… neverming. Just, what's the deal with this Emanuel guy? Tell me." Scott put on his best I-am-totally-your-alpha-now-do-as-I-say-or-I'll-kill-you face, but Stiles only continued to avoid the subject.

"You know, you've really got some work to do on your scary-wolf face. Because right now, you're like one of those adorable puppies who growls at you, but it's just so adorable that you want to say 'aww' more than you feel scared, because you aren't scared at all really. Not that I'm saying your adorable, though I am sure Allison finds you to be so, I'm just saying-."

"Tell me," Scott growled. Stiles quickly shut his mouth and nodded.

"Okay, yeah, so, Emanuel's a magic healer dude. Remember that time when I didn't know why everyone was avoiding me, so I snuck along on a pack outing and tripped and twisted my leg up real bad, and scratched it on a stick and it was bleeding all over my jeep? There's still a stain, by the way. Blood is really hard to get out. He put his fingers on my head and poof, all better."

"That was over three weeks ago!" Scott nearly shouted. "Why did you not find this worth mentioning?"

"…You didn't ask?" Stiles grinned at his friend, whose face was not amused in the slightest. "Okay, okay. They moved here because Emanuel hadn't tried to hide his healing abilities or whatever at his old place, and so some wackjob who Emanuel said gave off the presence of evil or something like that tried to kill him and Daphne. So she asked for me to keep it a secret. And I agreed, I mean, I don't want some demonic nutjob trying to kill Emanuel! Or me! Emanuel's a cool guy, Scott, and I'm not going to be the reason he's killed. So don't you dare tell anyone."

"I'm telling Derek," Scott stated, leaving no room for protest. And yet, Stiles still found room to protest.

"Did you completely miss the part where I said don't tell anyone?!" Stiles bit his lip to prevent from screaming at his friend, and looked at the ceiling. "I wasn't even supposed to tell you, Scott, and I trusted you. Whoever tried to kill Emanuel is still out there, and I'm not going to be the way he found him."

Taking one of his cookies and shoving it in his mouth, Stiles grabbed the container and left the cafeteria, Scott watching his back as he left.

"I can't believe you told him."

Scott stood his ground as his best friend glared at him from his seat on his bed. In fact, he wasn't even looking at the teenager. He was more looking at his alpha, Derek. Who, currently, was glaring at Stiles.

"It's a good thing he did," Derek growled. "You know nothing about this guy! And yet, he pulls some stupid magic trick, and you think it's a fantastic idea not to tell the only supernatural beings you know. Ever think maybe I knew something about this guy? And that he was dangerous?"

"Do you?" Stiles asked with a smirk.

"That's beside the point!" Derek shot back.

"No, it's not. Because if you don't know, then there was no harm in not telling you."

"You put yourself at risk, Stiles!" Derek ran a hand threw his hair and sighed in exasperation. "Did you ever think that maybe there's a reason the smell is so terrible for werewolves?"

"He helped me when the rest of the pack was ignoring me!" Stiles was on his feet now, his face inches away from the alpha's.

"We ignored you because of your stench, which you got because of him!"

By now, Stiles could tell that Derek wasn't backing down. But Emanuel was his friend. And he broke his promise to him. But he was going to make sure there were no repercussions for that, even if it meant telling Emanuel that he told him. And bringing Derek over to the Allen's.

Stiles bit back his comments about how he was ignored before he met Emanuel. About how Emanuel had been a closer friend than Scott had seemed lately. How being at the Allen's gave him time to be himself, and to forget about all the problems that he shouldn't even be involved in in the first place.

But Stiles knew that Derek would deny it. That, or say Stiles brought himself into this mess and he needed to deal with it.

"Emanuel isn't like you, Derek," Stiles ground out through clenched teeth. "He doesn't need to 'control' himself. He's calm, he's relaxed, every time I see him. He's himself and doesn't put up a front. I would be able to tell, Derek. He's honestly just a nice man. And you just can't get over the fact that you're no longer the coolest supernatural being in Beacon Hills."

"So you admit he's a supernatural being!" Scott exclaimed.

"I never denied it," Stiles admitted. "I can't be positive of anything unless I ask him."

Derek growled. "He did something inhuman. Something supernatural. There's no need to ask him if he's a supernatural being!"

"Maybe what Daphne said is true, though!" Stiles objected. "Maybe God gave him those powers."

"Do you really believe in God, Stiles?" Derek was looking at Stiles, as though waiting for him to admit that he didn't. But Stiles simply threw his hands in the air and sighed.

"I don't know what to believe anymore, Derek!" He sat back on his bed before falling backwards onto it. "I mean, I thought we lived in a completely normal world until you're crazy uncle bit my best friend! And now my neighbor's got healing powers. I don't think a God is really that hard to believe after some of the things I've seen."

"If God existed," Derek began, "do you really think half of the horrible shit that happened would?"

"Everything happens for a reason, Derek."

"Even your mother's death?"

At that Stiles sat back up. His eyes were devoid of emotion and his mouth set in a straight line. "Get out."

"Derek! That was completely out of line!" Scott shouted, but Derek held his place.

"Get. Out. Both of you." Stiles repeated.

"But Stiles, I just-."

"GET. OUT!"

Derek didn't wait another moment before turning tail and walking out of the room, slamming the bedroom door behind him. Scott flashed a sad glance at Stiles before exiting out the window, leaving Stiles on his own, thoughts of his mother flashing in his mind.

Red and blue lights flashed. Vision, fogged from tears. Orange shock blanket, wrapped around his shoulders. His mom's screams, still fresh in his memory.

As Stiles made his way to Emanuel's house, he made a decision. He needed to talk to the faith healer about the supernatural. Because, despite Derek's belief, Stiles knew about the supernatural before he met the werewolf. He knew ever since he was six.

Ever since some… thing killed his mother right in front of him.

And yes, Stiles did believe his mother died for a reason, but for Derek to say that… it was low, even for him.

That thing, though… Stiles didn't know what it was. But it was horrible. Its face was disfigured, but just for a moment. It had looked like rotting skin, all over its face. She was… terrifying. A needle stuck out from her wrist, and stabbed his mother's neck. He was positive. The police said it was just a knife, that he was seeing things.

But he knew what he saw.

His fists were clenched before he had even raised his hand to knock on the door.

"Out."

The moment Stiles had mentioned his mother being killed by something supernatural, that was the response he got. And not from Emanuel, the man he had been talking to. No, Daphne had been eavesdropping on the conversation, and ordered for the younger man to leave.

"Daphne, he clearly needs help. To have seen a demon… that's a terrible curse," Emanuel told his wife.

She, however, saw it a different way. "Yes, it's a curse. And I do not want that curse spread to our family, Emanuel!" She crossed her arms and looked away from Stiles in disgust. "I am sorry, Mr. Stilinski, but I am going to have to request you stay away from us. We can only hope God has blessed us enough to have not allowed your curse to spread to us! One run in with a demon is enough!"

"Precisely, we have already seen a demon, Daphne." Emanuel shook his head at his wife and motioned Stiles to come closer. When he did, Emanuel grabbed his wrist and pulled him so that he would sit on the armrest of the chair Emanuel was in.

"That was different Emanuel, and you know it!" she shouted.

"No it wasn't." Despite his wife's loud screaming, Emanuel managed to stay calm. It was one of the things Stiles liked about the man.

"If I could continue," Stiles muttered, only to be ignored as Daphne continued to scream.

"I don't want some cursed to to destroy our lives, Emanuel! I've already almost lost you once, I will not do it again!"

Emanuel shook his head. "Calm down, Daphne. You are causing a scene. Stiles isn't-."

"Look," Stiles said. "Whatever killed my mom, it wasn't a demon."

"Of course it was!" Daphne shouted.

"It wasn't! It was demon-y, but… I don't think it was a demon. There's other supernatural beings besides demons, you know," Stiles muttered.

"It was still created by the devil!" she hissed.

"Daphne." Emanuel's voice raised slightly now, halting his wife in her tracks. Emanuel never spoke to her in that voice, never spoke to anyone in that voice. It was deeper than normal, and firm. Looking at the ground, Daphne moved to sit on the loveseat across from the chair Emanuel and Stiles were on.

"I'm sorry," Stiles said to Emanuel. "I just… thought maybe, you know, you may know something…"

"I wish I could say that I did." Emanuel smiled softly at the boy.

"There's… one more thing," Stiles said with a nervous grin. "There's… werewolves here. And… at least two of them know about you."

Daphne stood up now. "I told you he was a curse to us, Emanuel!"

"Sit down, Daphne."

The woman bit her lip as she sat back down. "I'm just worried, Emanuel! He betrayed our trust!"

"I'm sure Stiles has a very good reason for doing so," Emanuel said. Stiles simply nodded, and there was silence for a moment before he spoke.

"Oh! You wanted me to actually say why I told him. Okay. Well, one of the werewolves is my best friend. And he's been ignoring me lately, you see. So, we've known the whole time that he's been ignoring me because of the smell. Not that you guys smell or anything; well, not to me. But to them, you do. So, Scott – that's my werewolf friend – he smelled it in the cookies. At first I thought it was Daphne's perfume – no offence Mrs. Allen, it's just really strong," Stiles said, holding out the 'e' in really.

"But I think it's from you, Emanuel." Stiles looked at the man next to him now, and saw him raise an eyebrow. Emanuel made a 'go on' motion with his hand, and Stiles nodded with pursed lips. "I think that there wolfy senses sense something supernatural about you, Emanuel."

"What are you saying?" Daphne asked with a glare. "Are you telling me there's something wrong with my husband?"

"Daphne," Emanuel warned.

"No, I'm not. Clearly your husband has a gift. I'm just saying, there's something about him that agitates wolves," Stiles informed her.

"Because he is a servant of God, and they are servants of the Devil!" Daphne's voice was raising once again.

"Those are my friends you're talking about!" Stiles shouted, now losing his temper.

"Then I pray for the redemption of your soul!" She stood up once more and crossed her arms. "I will repeat for the last time, Mr. Stilinski. Get. Out."

"DAPHNE!" Emanuel shouted. Stiles jumped at the very un-Emanuel volume level. Emanuel shut his eyes and took a deep breath, clenching his fists in a similar manner to Stiles when he had first entered.

He cleared his throat before he continued, "I think you should leave. Just for the night." He looked up at his wife as he spoke, taking in her shocked expression.

"Wh-what?" she stuttered. "Y-you can't mean that! You're actually going to let this cursed boy stay here, and not me?"

"He's not cursed, Daphne. And if he is, then I must be tenfold." Daphne simply shook her head, tears in her eyes.

"It's just for the night, Daphne. I will see you in the morning," he dismissed. She simply shook her head once more before running upstairs and grabbing a bag. Emanuel and Stiles sat there silently for ten minutes, until Daphne came running down the stairs, tears staining her face as she choked out sobs.

"Daph, look, I didn't mean-" Stiles began before a chocked scream made its way out from her throat, running out the door and slamming it behind her. Sitting silently for a few more moments, they heard a car start up and drive down the street at speeds that sounded to Stiles like they were against the law.

"Do you think-."

"She'll be fine, Stiles," Emanuel said, looking at the teenager. "Right now, I'm more worried about you. Why did you feel the need to tell me these things, Stiles? I am glad that you did, I just… I realize it must have been hard and am curious as to why now."

"Because my friends found out." Stiles looked at the ceiling for a moment before looking right into Emanuel's eyes. "And I promised you I wouldn't tell anyone. So, I figured I owed you."

"Promises are made to be broken, Stiles." Emanuel smiled. Stiles laughed softly and nodded. "But, thank you for telling me. And, I am sorry about Daphne. She just… gets a bit overprotective at times."

"I've noticed," Stiles muttered. The older man laughed and Stiles smiled.

"So…," Emanuel began with a smile, "any cookies left?"

Stiles laughed and nodded. "Yeah. Let's head to my house." Emanuel smiled and nodded, the two joking with each other as they headed to the door.