Sheriffs POV
John woke to noises coming from Stiles' room. He must be sleep walking again. John quickly got up, looking at his alarm clock 3:24 AM. 'At least I'm here this time' John thought. He had once came home to an upset Derek waiting to tell him about Stiles' screams and consequential panic attack.
John walked to his son's room quietly not wanting to frighten him anymore than he might already be. Walking in, he heard muttering coming from the bathroom. Stiles was sitting fully clothed on the floor of the turned on shower, rocking back and forth, scrubbing his hands. John slowly moved closer calling to his son "Stiles? Are you alright?"
"It's everywhere. All my fault. Won't come off, why won't it come off?" Stiles was oblivious to his father's presence and continued to scrub at his already raw hands and arms.
Stiles' whimpers are what broke John and he moved forward, reaching towards his distressed son. "Oh my boy it's not your fault. Everything's alright" Stiles looked up at him, his big eyes full of tears. He was shaking, terrified. "Papa? Help?" he looked so small at the bottom of the shower, shaking and wet, hands bleeding in places from the rough treatment.
John turned off the shower and sat down wrapping his arms around Stiles, holding the shaking arms still and turning him so his son could drop his head onto his shoulder. Cradling his boy like he used to when he was young, he began rocking, trying to calm him down. "Shh baby boy, you're alright"
"It won't go away, it's everywhere"
"What's everywhere son?"
"Blood" just a whisper "Allison's. Everyone's"
"Oh Stiles that wasn't your fault, it's all okay now it's gone"
"It's gone? The blood too?"
"the blood too" holding Stiles close to him, they stayed that way for a while, giving Stiles time to calm down and 'wake u' from his sleep walking daze. "Dad?"
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah…uhh sleep walking again huh?"
"Yup. It's okay though Stiles it wasn't so bad tonight"
"Sorry"
"It's fine. You're okay now. Let's get you dressed and in bed okay kiddo?"
"Okay" He helped Stiles up and out of the shower allowing him to dry and dress before helping him to bed. Going back to his own room he sighed looking at the clock again. 4:58 AM. Maybe today would be a good day, he hoped.