Stiles is running for his life. He doesn't know what from because he can't see them. But hears growling and barking and feels claws on his skin. He feels like he can never stop running or they will eat him. Rip his flesh from his bones. He's exhausted and wants to stop but he can't. He knows if he does that he'll die. He looks back but every time he does he sees nothing. Only hears the loud unearthly nosies the invisible beasts make behind him. He can't help but think maybe they're not even there. But he can feel their presence, feel them getting closer to pouncing on him.
Stiles muscles are hurting and his lungs are on fire. He can feel his legs give away beneath him. Thats when he feels it. The claws on his back. He rolls over dirt stinging the fresh wounds on his back. Now he sees them, finally showing their faces. Before him are two giant black dogs with more muscle than a dog should have, and glowing red eyes. They get ready to pounce on Stiles again, all he sees is claws coming right at him, and then his world goes black.
Stiles wakes up face first in dirt. He's in the middle of the woods and has no idea how he got here. He has been having the worst nightmare. He's so confused and just wants to go home. Its still night and he's still tired. He first wants to get out of the woods. He walks aimlessly through the woods and eventually finds his way out. He's having a hard time figuring out which way to go. It would be much faster if he had his Jeep. He started wondering to himself. How the hell did I get out here? He keeps thinking and walking not paying attention to where he's going. He all of sudden feels heavy and dizzy and passes out on the side walk.
Derek is laying in his bed awake perfectly still that is until a sudden chill came over him. Which didn't feel right considering his high body temperature keeps him warm. He rarely ever feels random chills like that unless something is wrong. He sits up right in his bed. His eyes shift from green to red. He feels the energy in the air and it feels slightly off. Its a very faint feeling but Derek closes his eyes and inhales through his nose and knows theres trouble. He smells Stiles. The smell is so familiar to him he couldn't mistake it for anyone else. He hated to admit it but he loves the way Stiles smells. He thought to himself. He always smells earthy, and warm. Like fresh pine, cinnamon, and citrus. Its one of Derek's favorite smells and Stiles always wears it on him.
Derek quickly remembers why he was up in the first place. Not to think about how good Stiles smells. But to find him. His scent isn't far off so he's close by. What could he be doing out at this time? Wouldn't his dad worry? Derek has no time to waste. He gets dressed quickly and heads for the door. He drives his Camaro letting his nose guide him. The streets are vacant and he stops. He can smell Stiles' scent strongly now. He gets out of his car and sees Stiles passed out on the side walk they're about five miles from Derek's apartment. Derek rushes over to Stiles' side and shakes him. "Stiles!" Stiles remains still and Derek is getting angry that he won't wake up. "Stiles! Damnit wake up!" He says now shaking him even harder but its no use. He's out cold. Derek decides to scoop up Stiles and put him in the passenger side of his car. Derek takes Stiles back to the apartment and carries him to his bed. He decides to sit across the room and observe Stiles in case he moved or flinched or anything. He seems perfectly normal. Normal heart rate, body temperature, and breathing. It really just looks like he's sleeping. Derek figures he'll be awake by morning. Derek doesn't sleep considering that he had a boy in his bed with an appealing scent on him that Derek couldn't resist. He decides to keep his distance the rest of the night.
The sun is hitting Stiles' face and he feels sheets around him. He's in bed. He feels so weak and tired he could just pass out, go back to sleep. But he starts to notice something, he feels too much sun on his face to be coming from his window. He notices the sheets are abnormally warm and they smell like musky wolf, but not just any wolf. They smell like Derek. Stiles is finally opening his eyes and he's not in his bedroom. He's in Derek's apartment. In Derek's bed, and for a second he lays back down to see if he's dreaming. How the hell did I get here? He thinks confused. He then throws the sheets over his face and takes in Derek's smell. He smelled like sweat mixed with cologne to make its own unique smell with a woodsy musk. Stiles knows what Derek smells like but never really took the time to really smell Derek, but the smell is apparent now and he starts to wonder if all Derek's clothes smell like this.
Stiles hears foot steps and his heart begins to pound in his chest. Even though he knows its just Derek the sudden sound of footstep startles him. Stiles uncovers his face and Derek is staring down at him with a black mug in his hand. "You're up, good." Derek hands Stiles the mug and asks, "Why are you so scared its just me. I could hear your heart pounding from across the room." Stiles takes the mug and looks up at Derek, "I was just startled thats all." Derek nods his head even tough he doesn't know what Stiles has to be startled for if its only them there and it could be no one else but Derek approaching. "What is this?" Stiles asks. "Its tea, my mom used to make it. It was her favorite." Stiles looks down with a slight smile on his face. Feeling a little guilty and honored that Derek would share something like this with him. He didn't have to be so nice. In fact he didn't have to look after Stiles at all. "Thank you." Stiles finally says.
Derek sits down on the edge of his bed that Stiles is occupying and he accidentally inhales through his nose and smells Stiles' scent. He closes his eyes for a second and is angry with himself. He loved the smell, but felt bad for enjoying it. Its Stiles. He thought, but he couldn't help how much he cared for Stiles. He was smart and yea all over the place at times. Derek can't deny he has a connection with him but always pushes it away ignoring it. He honestly is confused by it. He doesn't know what to feel even though his mind at times wanders and he can feel his attraction to him. He ignores that too because theres just no way in hell that Derek can be attracted to Stiles. He tries to clear his head. "It should make you feel better, for right now rest, and tell me what the hell you were doing five miles away from my apartment at two in the morning." Stiles is now looking at Derek confused and he can tell that Stiles most likely doesn't even remember what happened last night. Derek makes another mistake by looking directly into Stiles' eyes. Derek loved brown eyes though he would never tell anyone that, but the light is hitting Stile's face making his eyes light up and Derek is mesmerized by his glowing irises. He drops his gaze and looks down at his hands and he can tell that Stiles notices and hears his heart skip a beat, but thankfully he doesn't bring it up like he would normally do when he notices something. Instead Stiles sighs heavy, "I don't remember anything. I mean how I got where ever I was. I do remember my nightmare." Derek instantly looks up at Stiles, "Nightmare? What nightmare?" Stiles drinks some of the hot tea Derek made him, and its really good. He goes to clear his throat before answering, "I had a nightmare that I was being chased by these things I couldn't see, but I could feel them and hear them. But when I collapsed in my dream and I couldn't run anymore I saw them when they attacked me. They were dogs, huge black muscular dogs with red eyes." Derek knows of the dogs Stiles is talking about. "Hell hounds."
Stiles looks up at Derek and drinks his tea waiting for him to continue. "Hell hounds are usually a sign of death, but they can also warn people of danger and protect people when needed. They're supernatural in strength and speed. I've never heard of them appearing in dreams or invisible either. It sounds complicated, and theres really only one way to find out what they want." Stiles looks at Derek with a raised eyebrow, "So I was running from hell hounds in my sleep? And how do we figure out what they want?" Stiles looks at Derek and for a second he can't read his face until he sees his expression turn to concern. "Yes, and we have to wait for them to show up outside of your dreams." He hated the idea of that and could see Derek did too. Stiles honestly didn't want to be by himself this weekend if he knew those hell hounds might show up. He drank more of his tea and was hesitant to ask, but asked anyway, "Derek could I stay here for the weekend? Since I'm already here and now I'm a little afraid of being attacked by mad dogs."
Derek thinks to himself. Oh god. Now I have to deal with his smell and his cute brown eyes invading my house, my space, all weekend. But he also has to think about the benefits. Well, if he stays here he'll be safe. I mean it couldn't hurt to let him stay unless I do something stupid like I don't know. Acknowledge that I'm attracted to him and I care for him deeply. Now Derek was mentally slapping himself in the face. Damnit I'm pretty sure I just acknowledged both of those things. Damn Stiles for making me feel like a freaking teenage girl. Derek finally snapped out of his thoughts. "Yea, sure you can stay if it makes you feel safe. I won't let anything happen to you." With that Stiles finishes his tea feeling a lot better than he was when he first woke up. "Thanks Derek." Derek holds out his hand gesturing towards Stiles empty cup. He exits and in ten minutes he's back with two cups of tea and hands one to Stiles. "I could use some tea myself, I didn't sleep at all last night."
Stiles looks at Derek a little sad that he was the reason Derek was sleep deprived last night. "You know, you can take a nap if you want it is your bed. Don't worry I can stay a wake and be a look out. I hope you're not a heavy sleeper."
Derek can't help but think about how bad of an idea it would be for him to sleep next to Stiles, but he was extremely tired and on the edge of crashing because he didn't get any sleep at all last night. "Are you sure?" Stiles rolled his eyes, "What are you going to do to me while you're asleep? Huh? Roll over and crush me to death? And how are you going to look out for me if one of those mutant dogs comes if you're running on no sleep?" He had a point, and a damn good one. " I mean…" Stiles started, "…unless you want to kick me out your bed." Derek wouldn't do that to Stiles while he was weak and needed to rest. Besides he wanted Stiles to be comfortable its not like Derek was human and just ran miles in his sleep from hell hounds trying to kill him in a nightmare. "No, I wouldn't do that you need to rest too." Derek takes big gulps of his tea and finishes it. Now feeling drowsy he lays next to Stiles. "Don't worry I won't let the monsters get you in your sleep." Derek smirks at Stiles' comment. "Shut up Stiles." Derek inhales the scent of the boy laying next to him and falls asleep.