Stiles Stilinski finished high school in Beacon Hills. Derek was ripped away from him. More of Fate playing a practical joke on his love life. Derek was claimed by Death, and after that he doesn't know if he could ever phantom how to feel any emotion. Derek made him feel safe, made him feel loved. He couldn't be in the same town that took his lover away from him. He ran so quick that he didn't even say goodbye to his friends nor attended his own graduation.

Stiles is an attractive young man, with huge brown that appears to alter in the sun. He has a couple of moles that accentuate his the beauty of his face. His face is soft, and his lips were a perfect shade of pink.

Stiles stops at a local gas station with his trusty blue jeep. He hops out of the jeep, and his best friends, Allison and Scott run into the store to get some snacks. Stiles glares with envy as he looked as them acting all couple-like. He remembers the days when Derek would stop being guarded and macho, and enjoyed life with him. Life to him was a dark hole with false hopes and shattered daydreams.

Stiles fake smiles at the happy couple. He remember the times he's tried to get Lydia to be his. A chuckle surfaces. But those days were in the past.

Allison is a babe, her skin is a little pale. She is around 5'5" and thin. The muscles she obtained is from her family's business, hunting the supernatural. She has beautiful long black locks that is currently contained within a messy bun. She has no tattoos, but does have multiple piercings in her ear. She wore red lipstick that emphasize the outline of her lips. She wore a blue denim jacket that was a size too big for her, with a grey one-piece mini-skirt with stiletto knee-high boots.

Scott is hot, and if Scott was gay or bi, and wasn't as close to Stiles, Stiles would have claimed him. Scott was a mix between white and some kind of Hispanic/Italian mix. He has short black hair. He was around 5'10" and slender. More on the toned side. He has a tattoo on his left arm. His shirt was a muscle shirt that exposed said tattoo. He has on shorts that exposed his battle scars. And he was wearing boots, which was... no still is one of Stiles' pet peeves. Boots with shorts... ugh! He doesn't remember how many times he had arguments with Derek about wearing his leather boots with shorts.

Actually, Scott was the kind of guy Stiles wanted. Someone who is sensitive to his feelings and ADHD, but authoritative and not afraid to be honest around him. Scott was always a friend there for him when he needed him, and come September Allison and Scott was going off to university.

Stiles sighs at the thought of his circle splitting up. The day they received their cap and gowns, when Derek was around, his friends had to calm him down from a panic attack. He tries to hold back tears. He was really alone for the first time in his life. He didn't know if he could handle it. Scratch that, he couldn't handle it. His heart punches against his chest, he struggles to get air in his lungs, his chest felt as if thousands of anvils are being thrown at him. He leans on his jeep. He couldn't get the nozzle in the gas tank.

Scott exits the store holding three full bags of junk food. Allison comes out with drinks. They witness Stiles' having a panic attack. They drop their snacks, the drinks burst open, but Stiles was more important than some sugary drink. Allison reaches Stiles first.

"I can't breathe!" Stiles says as he struggles to catch his breath.

"You have to clear your head, Stiles." Scott says.

"How do you know it's not an asthma attack?" Allison asks.

"There's nothing to extraneous for him to do, and even if the fumes were the cause of shortness of breath, it wouldn't trigger an attack." Scott answers.

"How do we help him?" Allison asks.

Stiles continues to struggle. Scott steadies Stiles' head and kisses him, but not really kissing him, but trying to get Stiles to focus, but also blowing small pockets of air inside Stiles to divert his thoughts into breathing. Stiles calm down. Allison face turns up in confusion.

"What was that?" Allison asks folding her arms.

"I seen Lydia do it before, and it seemed to work that time." Scott turns to Stiles. "Hey, buddy, how are you feeling?"

"Thanks." Stiles answers. "I'm better. I know kissing me wasn't on the list of things to do on our road trip." Stiles says with a hint of sarcasm.

"It wasn't so bad." Scott smiles until he gazes upon Allison. "What's wrong?"

Stiles looks in her direction. "She's looking at the dropped snacks trying to save me, again!" Stiles says putting the nozzle in the gas tank.

"Stiles, you are more important than some snacks." Scott spins Stiles around.

"You are always there to save me just like Derek." Stiles' voice raises. "Sometimes it's emasculating. I mean I had to have my best friend to kiss me to save me from collapsing." Stiles shakes his head. "I used to help you come up with plans and actually help you, but lately..." Stiles pauses before the tears fall from his eyes.

"Stiles, you've been through so much in the past school year." Allison walks over to give him a hug. "Your dad in the hospital, clinging on to his life. Derek's death. You not getting into any universities because of the stress of everything going on around you." Allison breaks the hug, but not the contact. "You are going to remember to apply next semester because Scott and I will remind you." She smiles.

"Thanks." Stiles returns the smile. He looks at the gas pump and the numbers stopped moving. He jiggles the handle and places the pump back in its place. As soon as Stiles turns around, Allison and Scott are sucking the blood from each other's faces.

"Guys, I love you, but all this making out is just plain out wrong." Stiles heads towards the door of the store until he notices his wallet is in the glove compartment. He jogs back to the jeep and swings open the glove compartment and a picture of Derek and himself falls out. He gazes at a picture of him and Derek, smiling. The day of his prom.

A couple of months ago...

The first quarter moon shimmers as bright as a full moon. A gentle breeze causes the leaves to dance on the wind. The stars are glitter in the sky. Stiles is in the shower. This night was going to be perfect. Stiles has the best plan after prom, instead of losing his virginity to Derek, like most of his classmates are planning to do after prom, he's going to just enjoys Derek's company and mini-golf.

Stiles hops out the shower and rushes to the sink. 'Dere-Bear is going to kill me if I'm not dressed and he's ready to go.' He grips his toothbrush and as soon as he places a dab of toothpaste. Derek knocks on the door. He is dressed in a black and white tuxedo with his hair slicked back. Stiles opens the door still in his towel and with his toothbrush in his mouth. He drops his toothbrush. He couldn't believe the image that is Derek dressed-up. Peter was right, Derek does clean up very well.

"You look amazing in your towel." Derek jokes. He enters the house and gives his mate a long and passionate kiss. It wasn't sexual, just loving and needing. Derek breaks away. "Go get dressed." He shines his million dollar smiles, and Stiles melts.

"There's only one barrier between me and a fun time." Stiles unbuttons Derek's tuxedo buttons.

"Hurry. We are going to be late." He smacks Stiles' ass.

"Stop you are going to get something started that you can't finish." Stiles walks backwards up the stairs tripping on one of the stairs. Stiles struggles to recover from the embarrassment. Derek chuckles.

Stiles continues to get dresses. He searches for his toothbrush and sighs when he remembers the location of his toothbrush. He continues to get dressed. When he was all finished with his outfit. He had a white tuxedo with a black shirt underneath. He left his hair spiky they way Derek likes it. He sprayed on a little body spray in consideration of Derek's strong sense of smell.

"Stiles, if you spray that smelly ass cologne I am taking back my engagement ring!" Derek says in a seriously playful tone.

"You love it!"

"I love YOUR smell!" Derek stands outside of his doorway, gazing at the young man who still has no socks or shoes on.

"Yeah. You are going to die if I don't spray this on. I'm going to be sweaty and smelly."

"I can handle it. If fact I love it. So distinctive and natural!" The two men approach closer to each other, Derek caresses Stiles face. He positions himself to kiss Stiles. Derek hears the kitchen faucet. "That would be your dad." Derek exits the room and retreats downstairs.

Stiles comes downstairs like the Bell of the Ball. The way Derek looked at him he felt like it. Derek was left speechless before he found the words he wanted to say. Derek swallows and stammers, and Derek wasn't the one to stammer.

"Derek, you literally just seen me." Stiles smiles.

"You weren't completely dressed."

Sheriff Stilinski strolls into the staircase. He gives his son a huge smile. "I wish your mother was here to see you." He bear hugs his son. "I'm proud of you."

"Thanks, Dad." Stiles breaks the hug. "Are you going to take hundreds of pictures now?"

Stiles' father revels the camera in his hand. Stiles stands to a part of the living room void of pictures, sans Derek.

"Derek, get in there."

Derek does as he's told. He doesn't know how to hold Stiles, he doesn't want to get on the Sheriff's bad side.

"Hold him like you care, Derek."

That was the approval that Derek needed. The Sheriff takes about a dozen and a half of photos.

"If you are keeping him out I expect a phone call." He holds up his phone. "No curfew tonight." His father smiles.

"Will do, sir." Derek opens the door for Stiles.

Stiles stops half way to the limo. He gazes at Derek. Derek's dark hair, mysterious and loving green eyes makes Stiles swoon every time. The man's height and stature makes Stiles feel like the luckiest man on the Earth. That someone like him would go for someone like him. Stiles was a kid with ADHD and goofy. He can barely sit his hyperactive ass and talks WAY too much. Derek didn't seem to mind.

"Are you going to come?" Derek holds out his hand.

Later that night...

Derek exits the limo first, and waits for Stiles' appearance. He takes Stiles' hand and guides him into the dance. That night Stiles and Derek was the talk of the dance. Some were in awe, some were hating on the couple, and some congratulated Stiles on his catch.

"Wow, Stilinski, someone actually wanted to bring you to the dance?" One of the jocks were making fun of him.

"Don't worry about him, Stiles. I wouldn't be here with you if I didn't want to be here." Derek reassured his mate. His mate's scent was giving off anger, shame, and hurt.

Stiles walks away from Derek. Scott and Allison approaches Derek as soon as Stiles runs off. Scott's eyes get red.

"Derek, what did you do?" Scott is angry and slams him against the locker.

"I didn't do anything, Scott." He breaks free of his grasp. He pushes him off. "Some dude said something from him and he's upset."

"I'll go check on him." Scott walks towards Stiles, he feels a hand on her shoulder. She shakes her head with a sympathetic look painted on her face.

"You have to let Derek handle this." Allison pulls Scott away back into the dance. She flashes Derek a smile.

Derek enters the locker room. Derek smells tears and hears soft sobs. He fought his hardest not to go back, find the guy, and wreck his whole life. He doesn't like when Stiles cry. It was an instinct that made him want to protect Stiles from the world. Sometimes he couldn't control himself when it comes to Stiles' emotions.

Derek couldn't remember the last time his actions weren't for Stiles in any kind of way. He remember his mother telling him that having a mate is the most wonder feeling in the world. The same way his parents worked. Although his mother was the alpha his father always had her back.

As long as he can remember he wanted what his parents had. When he first met Stiles he ignored the feelings because of who Stiles' father was and could have had him arrested. Or Scott would have killed him for being with his best friend, or Allison... for being with her boyfriends' friend.

"Hey, Stilinski, are you in here?" He calls calmly. The last time he walked into a emotional Stiles, well let's say he was the only human that almost killed him, besides a trained supernatural assassin.

"What you want, Derek? I have no energy to fight." Stiles says through sobs. He shoves his tuxedo in his duffel bag and has his gym clothes on. He wasn't complaining about leaving because he don't really do dances, but his mate wanted to be here, and they were going to stay.

Derek glances at his watch. It reads 6:30 and Derek could have sworn he seen a dry cleaners 2 minutes from the location of the dance.

"Hey, we are staying? You are leaving because some dudes were mean to you? That's not the Stiles I mated with."

Stiles goes to defend himself, but Derek cuts him off.

"We are going to get your tux dry cleaned and strut back in here like the prom royalty we are." Derek extends his hands, and Stiles smiles and grabs it.

"You are so lame." Stiles wipes his eyes. "Prom royalty?" They both chuckle.

They run to the dry cleaners; then back to the school for Stiles to get dressed. Derek pulls his mate closer to him, the distance between them is non-existent. Derek tries to ignore Stiles' want and need. Stiles begins to lick his lips. This is very pleasing to a sexually frustrated Derek.

"If you want to make it out of here alive, then stop licking your lips. Please. I am begging you." Derek struggles to break free of Stiles' alluring scent, but the scent gets stronger.

"Maybe I want you to hurt me, Derek. Maybe I want to take that next step." Stiles voice was a whisper. It was sexy and sensual. Derek hands explore his body while his tongue did an investigation of its own.

Derek took control of the kiss. It wasn't sexual, but passionate and longing. He wanted to taste his mate again and again. He had a taste of cinnamon and peanut butter? When did Stiles eat peanuts or peanut butter for that matter.

Stiles pull away from the kiss. Horns blare faintly. Then the horns get louder.

Scott moves away from the car. "We tried calling your name." Scott smiles. "You have to move the jeep so that guy behind us can refuel his car." Stiles turns around and two very good looking men exchanges gazes with Stiles.

"Hey! You've been in that spot for 5 minutes!" The driver in the Impala says. "I have places to be and your station is the only station not in use. So can you move your car?

"It's a jeep! And I will move it when I come from getting snacks." Stiles says.

"Dude, are you okay?" Scott taps his shoulder.

"Yeah. Came back to get my wallet." He holds up his wallet. "Then I found a picture of Derek and I at Prom."

"Is it about, Derek?" Allison says in a warm tone.

Stiles begins to tear. "You know I was going to leave? Then we went to the dry cleaners because Derek said I smelled like feet."

Allison and Scott look at each other in confusion.

"Feet?"

"Yeah I stuffed my tux in my gym back." Stiles laughs.

Allison giggles. "No way!"

Scott burst out in laughter. Stiles nods.

"I got upset because Adams from the football team made a comment about me being alone." He wipes his tears. "I guess I didn't, and Kate made sure of that."

The day after prom...

Stiles wakes up tangled in his blankets and sheets. Stiles steals glances over at a lightly snoring Derek. He still couldn't believe he gave him his virginity. He has vowed to stay to himself until him and Lydia were together, but Derek was a trade up. Not that he didn't love Lydia; Derek has a hold on him.

Stiles reaches for his phone, but he didn't want to disturb Derek, who is sleeping on his chest. The nightstand was a couple of feet away, but he still couldn't reach. He gives up his quest for his phone. He sighs and looks down at Derek. Derek moves for an instant, but goes back to his place on Stiles' chest. Stiles kicks his legs in anger. Stiles' phone rings. Derek wakes up.

"Can you put your phone on vibrate? I am trying to sleep." Derek turns his head hiding his smile knowing Stiles was going to react.

"How long have you been awake?" Stiles ignores the phone call, and nudges Derek's head.

"I don't know what you are talking about." Derek says in a sleepish tone.

"Yeah. I bet you don't." Stiles taps Derek. "Get up I have to get ready to start my day, and you are all over me. I know I am the shit, but I have a life too." Stiles smiles and gives Derek a quick kiss. Derek wipes it off. Stiles gasps.

"Don't you dare wipe off my kisses!" He pushes Derek off of him. "Now, come to papa. I have to give you double of my sloppy kisses." Stiles kisses Derek all over his face while Derek tries to fight him off, but at the end of the day he didn't want to push Stiles away. He wanted to go a second round.

"No! I don't want anymore of your kisses. Get away!" Derek tosses a pillow at him, and the two men horseplay naked. Derek gives a couple of smacks to Stiles' bare ass. Stiles giggles as he straddles Derek. Derek no longer puts up a fight. Stiles can feel Derek getting hard. Stiles leans in and gives him a passionate kiss.

Derek starts to feel all over Stiles' back and ass. Derek squeezes. Stiles moan into the kiss. This was the only time the kid actually stood still, when he is getting groped. Derek has to keep this in his mind the next time Stiles gets antsy or anxious. Stiles kisses lower and lower until he reaches his left nipple. Stiles circles his nipple with his tongue. He takes it between his teeth, sending a surge to Derek's dick. He feels it twitch under him.

When Stiles removes his teeth, the nipple was swollen. He looked at Derek who is doubled over in pleasure. Stiles works on the other one and feels his dick twitch again. This time Derek was precoming and Stiles wanted a taste. He licked a trail from his sternum to his pubes. Stiles took a huge sniff. Smell of man, sweat, and sex. He loved how he smells. Stiles licked the inner thigh, Derek grips the sheet. The sheer tingle he felt surge through his body was intense.

Stiles does the same to the other thigh. This time a light moan escapes. "Don't stop." Was all he heard. He grips Derek's dick and starts to slowly jerk Derek off, using the precome as lube. Derek, like all werewolves, is thick and long. Precome was dripping down the shaft is huge spurts. Stiles decides to tease Derek a little more. He licks the head, and Derek let's out a huge moan. The sheets won't survive Derek's grip if Stiles keeps teasing. Then he does one huge suck and stops.

"Hey, don't leave me like this." Derek pleas. "You have to keep going."

Stiles does as he's told. Stiles attempts to take all 9.5 inches into his mouth. He starts to gag half way, but Derek doesn't care. Everything that Stiles did was perfect, and it sent him on a whirlwind of feelings. Stiles manages to get 5 inches down while stroking the rest. Derek begins soft thrusts matching Stiles rhythm. Derek loses slight control, but Stiles manages to keep the tempo. Derek was going to come into Stiles' mouth. Although he was fucking Stiles' mouth already he was still fantasizing about fucking his mouth. Stiles' mouth is perfect for him, so warm and inviting.

His lips are soft, and his oral fixation came in handy. Derek didn't want to come, but Stiles' skills gave him no choice. The first wave of the orgasms had Derek moaning for dear life. He pants hard as the second, third... and fifth wave comes over him. Stiles manage to swallow all 8 shots of cum. Derek laid his head back on the bed. Stiles takes Derek's dick out his mouth and gives him a kiss. Derek moans to the taste... it taste like him and Stiles mixed.

One of the last times they would have sex.

Later on that day...

After they went about two more rounds. The two finally put clothes on and hang out with Scott, Isaac, Lydia, and Allison. They all were cutting for senior ditch day. Everyone is having a great time except Allison. She her painted on frown is noticeable.

"What's wrong, Allison?" Stiles says while he keeps his eyes straight ahead at the road. Derek was a stickler for driving rules.

"Nothing. Sorry, just had a rough morning." She stares out the window.

Scott lowers his hand on her back giving her a comforting rub. She smiles weak, but Derek and Scott smell unease emitting from her.

"Talk to me. What's going on?" Scott asks softly.

"Nothing. Guys, honestly. I am fine." Allison smiles. She takes out her iPod and gives it to Stiles. "Let's play some music."

Scott shows worry on his face. His scenes never fail him, and they weren't now. "Alright. If you say so." Scott stops the conversation to avoid making her angry. And he doesn't like angry Allison. She was a hunter after all so she could easily kill his wolf ass. Not that Scott was weak, but she know how to overpower an alpha.

"Where are we heading to?" Derek looks back at the four. He glances at the four being crammed. He smiles at the humorous scene. Isaac was close to the door hands on his lap, Lydia leaning forward; looking miserable, Allison and Scott forced into the other corner.

"We should have taken my car, babe." Derek admitted. Stiles looks in the rear view.

"You have a point. Isaac, buddy are you okay?" Stiles says in a friendly tone.

"Yeah. Just peachy." Isaac says snappy.

"Well. We will be there soon. I'm sorry. This was last minute."

"No. It's fine. It's not the space." Isaac admitted. "My boyfriend dumped me like 5 minutes ago... over fucking Facebook!" Isaac wants to punch something, but he loves his life and freedom. So he murmurs to himself.

"I'm sorry, man. We can go over his house and beat his ass!" Derek suggested. "I hadn't had a good fight in weeks."

"Dere, stop it!" Stiles says.

"Freaky. Okay, mother."

"Can your mother do to you like I did earlier?" Stiles winks.

"Eww. I hope she wouldn't then it would be necrophilia-incest sex. That would be awkward to talk about at dinner."

Everyone shiver in the car. Allison isn't even paying attention. Everyone is laughing and joking until BOOM! The car flips over again and again. The car flips three times before returning top side up. Everyone was okay until light flashes from all sides. The car was too totaled to drive. And everyone was blinded. High whistling sounds can be heard coming from all sides.

When the light show is over Derek is dragged out of the car. Stiles takes off his seat belt to help, but he is held down by a dude in a leather coat. Then is stuck with a tranquilizer. Stiles feels dizzy, everything around him is going in slow motion.

"Wha...going..." He falls unconscious.

He wakes up some time later to find Derek's body missing and blood where he was sitting. Stiles searches while yelling his name for hours. Then he looks for Scott and the rest of the gang. They weren't as harmed. Stiles calls Derek's name one last time before giving up. There was a note on the windshield.

I have your precious Derek

He's never going to see the

Light of day.

Love,

Kate.

Stiles grips the paper tight and tosses it before breaking down in tears.

Stiles snaps out his day dream, more of a daymare. His hands are full with snacks, as well as having snacks on the counter. The man from the Impala barges through the doors of the convenience store.

"Hey, fella, I am trying to be nice about this, but I have to get somewhere and your hunk of a jeep is blocking the way!" Dean yells.

"Don't call my BABY a hunk of anything!" Stiles steps to Dean's face.

"You refer to your car as baby too?" Dean says. He takes a small step back.

"Yeah. It's my best friend besides my best friend."

"She don't talk, or annoy you, or leave trash!" Dean clenches his fists.

"I know! The freedom of getting away when people is hellbent on annoying you."

"Exactly!" Dean exclaims.

Stiles is the next in line. He places his snacks on the counter. The clerk looks at him with disdain.

"Is this ALL that you are getting today?" The clerk begins to ring up Stiles' items.

"Since you want to be a smart-ass, no." Stiles leaves to get more snacks.

The store clerk groans. Sam enters the store. He looks around for Dean.

"Dean, what is taking you so long?" Sam asks. "We have to go, now!"

"Sammy, all you have in the cooler is protein shakes and salad." Dean shivers. "I need grease and alcohol." Dean goes to the microwave.

Stiles returns to the clerk. "NOW, I am done." Stiles smiles.

The clerk rings up his order. "That will be $50.83." He says with a hint of annoyance.

"I am paying cash." Stiles pulls out $51. "Keep the change."

"Thanks!" The clerk says with sarcasm.

Stiles flips his off, and storms out the store. Scott and Allison blast tunes. Stiles laughs and treks to the car. "Please, don't commit your heterosexual sins in my car."

The two teenagers laugh. Allison grabs the cheetos. Scott goes for the Pepsi.

"Hand it over, McCall, the pepsi is mine." Stiles holds his hands out.

Scott hands him the soda, and then snatches it back. Scott cracks open the gulps down half of the bottle. Allison and Scott then switch items.

"You can have that." Stiles retches. "That's so gross!" Stiles starts the car. They continue their journey. Nothing, but highways and freedom. The sun dances on the horizon. Sunsets sends Stiles back in time, more times than he wants to travel. Allison and Scott are asleep in the back seat.

Stiles pulls into the parking lot of a motel. Stiles shake Scott and Allison out their sleep. The two look around at their surroundings.

"Stopping for the night?" Scott yawns.

"Yeah. A bit tired." Stiles opens the trunk and returns with a duffel bag.

The three tread to the cashier's office when Stiles hears a familiar voice. The voice resembles Batman. All he heard was, "come on, Sammy! The burger joints in this town are supposed to be the best."

Then a tall, thin dude, with brown hair to his neck and sideburns. He was cute. Sam gave a quick look before getting into the car. And the man that sounds like Batman also gives Stiles a look.

"You're that kid who was in the convenience store earlier." Dean replies.

"Yeah. I know. I'm sorry about snapping earlier." Dean says.

"You were rude earlier." Allison snaps.

"Maybe I was a little rude. How about I make it up to you guys?" Dean suggests.

"Sure. Let's go with these COMPLETE strangers." Stiles says.

"They aren't strangers." Allison says smiling. "They're family. The short-haired one is Dean." She points to Dean. "The other is his younger brother, Sam." She points to Sam. "They are the Winchesters. They are a branch off of the Argent family tree. They are hunters just like me." She leaps in their arms.

"I knew that was you, Allison." Sam was a giant compared to Allison. Sam excuses her from the group. "So I met a new guy. He's pretty young, but he's legal. He lives here, and don't tell Dean, but he's a werewolf."

"So is my boyfriend. Sam this is Scott and the other one Stiles." Sam waves.

"You would love this kid, his name is Isaac Lahey. He went to Beacon..." Allison cuts him off.

"Beacon Hills High!" Allison covers her mouth and then smiles.

"Yeah, you know him?" Sam looks worried.

Before Allison responds to the question. Dean interrupts.

"Sammy, come on I'm hungry. We can catch up at the diner."

"TLDR, he's Scott's beta."

"No way!" Sam smiles.

"Sammy and Allison, can you guys come on?" Dean says in a huffed voice. He was annoyed and hungry.

"Dude, they are catching up! Calm the fuck down!" Stiles yells.

Sam eyes fly open, and Allison doesn't seem too shocked. Scott just looks in complete confusion. No one has ever raised their voice to Dean, and made it out alive or unbruised. Dean slowly walks over to the boy who grabbed his attention. The boy was about Dean's height, a bit on the thin side, with a couple moles, and brown eyes with a low haircut. He was a cute kid.

"Kid, want to say that again?" Dean raises an eyebrow and has a devilish smile.

Stiles looks at the man who was in front of him. The man has short hair, green eyes, and a strong jaw line. He is Di Vinci's idea of a perfect man. Stiles was in awe about how beautiful this man was, but beautiful or not you get cut like everyone else.

"Yeah. They are catching up! Calm... the... FUCK... down!" Stiles says with a false confidence, but he wanted to put this guy in his place. Scott wasn't too far behind if things esculate.

"You have balls kid. I like you!" Dean extends his hand. "Dean."

"Stiles." Stiles replies and returns the handshake.

The man has a killer smile. Stiles couldn't handle another relationship. And not that he knew if the man was gay, but he would like to have some fun. It's been a couple months.

"So, this diner. Where is it?" Sam asks.

"Get in the car." Everyone gets in the car, and Dean sets the destination to the restaurant. This is the first time in a couple of months that Derek's memory hasn't tap danced on his brain. Maybe this is the guy Stiles needed to move on. "Bienvenida, New Beginnings."