Disclaimer: The characters of Teen Wolf and Supernatural do not belong to me. This is an idea one of my rp friends gave me. It's a Sciles/Destiel fic. I am not really going to explain too much now, other than Destiel took in Stiles when he was younger and Sam and Jo took Lydia in when she was younger. Takes place in Beacon Hills, and everyone is what they are. Except Cas, he lost his Grace.

It Was Always You

By Julia

Scott McCall was sleeping deeply when he was awakened by the tall, lanky limbs of his best friend Stiles Winchester. He didn't know why Stiles was in his bed, but he moved over to him, protesting. "Ma's going to be home soon. She'll kill you." Scott's tone was a bit admonishing but somewhere inside he didn't mind. Scott was deeply and truly in love with Stiles. No doubt about it. He was scared to tell him though. What if Stiles wasn't into him like that? Scott buried his head in Stiles' chest, ignoring the other's protests. It was three in the morning, they should be sleeping. "And hey, how'd you get past your dads, anyway? They would have stopped you for sure." This was very true.

He didn't miss Scott moving over to cuddle up with him. He also didn't miss that Scott seemed to be smelling him. Stiles felt the same for Scott. He was waiting for Scott to speak up before he said anything. It had seemed like the right idea at the time. Stiles looked at his best friend, who was leaning up on his left elbow now. "I heard on Dad's cop scanner that there's a body in the woods. Can't sleep, let's go and check it out. I don't want to go without you." Stiles' wheedling tone was annoying, and he knew that Scott would think so too.

This brought Scott's head up to look at Stiles with a sharp look. "Babe, it's three in the morning! What are you thinking?! I can't just sneak out. Ma will kill me." Scott protested, his voice groggy from sleep. Scott stared into those brown eyes with the green flecks in them, and he felt a tug of desire in his stomach. Scott's tongue passed over his lips. Stiles was just looking at him with a smirk on his face. Scott reached out and brushed his fingers through Stiles' messy bedhead looking hair. He brushed his fingers all the way through to the nape of Stiles' neck. Scott leaned closer then and kissed him, long, deep, and slow.

The kiss took him completely by surprise. Stiles kissed back, until he had to breathe. "Scott, come on. If I can find a great case for my dads they might finally let me go on a hunt." He reached and tugged back the covers and grabbed Scott's hand. "Dad and Pop are sleeping." Stiles said, throwing a pair of jeans at Scott, who to his credit, caught them one handedly. Stiles paused to let Scott pull them on. Then, he took his best friend's hand again. He used it to tug Scott close. He looked into Scott's brown eyes. "You have no idea how much I want to finish this. But I need my dads to take me seriously. I want to hunt like Grandpa. I need you to come with me because I love you and you're my best friend. Just, we'll do the whole talking about the kiss thing later." With that, Stiles kissed him once more, softly and passionately. "I want you to be mine, Scott." He said this in a whisper in Scott's ear, his free hand brushing through Scott's curly black hair. Then he tugged them towards Roscoe, his Jeep, that was mostly held together with duct tape, despite his father Dean's chagrin. He was a mechanic. Scott climbed in and Stiles took three tries getting the Jeep going. "Stubborn boy…" Stiles muttered under his breath. His best friend laughed in the passenger seat. Stiles told him to be quiet and they headed off to find the body. He had to do this. He had to.

"Fucking A, Cas! Stiles snuck out!" Dean Winchester awoke from a sleep to pee and he'd walked by their son's room. They had adopted him when he was six months old after a hunt had killed his parents. They'd raised him ever since. Dean wasn't surprised when his former angel husband just appeared next to him. "You know he's been listening to the police scanner we got from Jodi." Dean said, his tone a growl. Cas reached and put his arms around Dean's waist. Dean leaned into him. "I'm going to kill that kid. You should let go of me so I can go save his ass from whatever this thing is."

Cas kissed him softly on the cheek. "We'll go, but he's going to be fine, Dean. You know that he took Scott." Cas had used to be an angel, but he'd lost his Grace. Now he just helped raise Stiles and Stiles' cousin Lydia. Her father, Dean's brother, was gone. They'd lost him three years ago. Dean twisted in Cas' arms. "I'm going. You stay here, keep an eye on Lydia. I'll take my phone, I'll be fine." Dean told him, and Cas felt butterflies in his stomach. He loved Dean with every fiber of his being. He knew that this was right. Cas was fine not being an angel as long as he had his family. "I love you, Dean."

First things first, he called Jodi to find out where the body was. That didn't take much, she trusted him. Stiles was just so glad that he'd gotten Scott to agree to go. He pulled up and parked the Jeep, the body wasn't far from the clearing where everyone parked. Scott was out of the Jeep first, and he moved to open Stiles' door. In no time, they were following what looked like animal tracks. Before they got to the body, a werewolf came out of nowhere. Stiles gasped and tried to pull Scott out of the way, but he couldn't, and Scott was bitten. Stiles gasped out loud and fell to the ground with him. Scott was gasping and crying. Stiles groaned and pulled out his phone, he was going to have to call Dean. His hands were shaking as he pulled the phone out. He murmured to Scott that it was going to be okay, even if he wasn't at all sure about that. "Dad?" Stiles said, as Dean picked up, his tone angry. "Please yell at me later, Scott's hurt." Stiles knew that he shouldn't tell his father how he was hurt. Stiles wouldn't be allowed to hang out with Scott anymore if Dean knew Scott was going to turn. "Dad, please. I know you already know that I snuck out. That's why you're so pissed right now. Just, please, Scott's hurt." Stiles sighed as his father snapped he was on the way and then hung up. Stiles held Scott close. "It's going to be okay, I promise."

Within twenty minutes, Dean had gotten to them. Stiles was crying by then, Scott had passed out. Stiles didn't say much as Dean leaned down to check Scott's pulse. "He's okay, Stiles. He's still alive." Dean said, he knew that this was a wolf bite. "We have to get him back to the bunker. He's going to turn." Dean met Stiles' eyes. "You know that dating him out of the question." This he knew was going to be met with an angry reaction. "I know you're in love with him. But he's going to turn. I know it's not his fault. But you aren't allowed to date a supe and you know it."

"Dad. It's Scott." Stiles protested, as they both lifted Scott and started back towards the clearing. Stiles didn't know what he would do without Scott, and he knew that he was probably going to have to whether he wanted to or not. "Dad, you can't keep me from Scott. We finally kissed. Dad, I love him. Like you love Pop." Stiles' eyes filled with tears as they moved to lay Scott on the backseat of Dean's car. "Please, Dad. Don't do this. Don't tell me that I can't date Scott. You know he's never going to hurt anyone. He isn't like that. You know that. This is just you being overprotective and paranoid." This was going to get him yelled at for sure.

A growl echoed from Scott, and Dean glared at his son. "We'll discuss this later. We've got to get home." Dean couldn't believe this. He didn't want to say out loud, but this wouldn't have happened if Stiles hadn't been listening to his police scanner. Before he could add anything else, they were joined by Scott's baby sister Caitlyn. Dean looked at her, not sure what to say to her. Dean watched as her eyes brushed with tears. Stiles moved to put an arm around her. Dean finally got something out. "Caitlyn, what are you doing here? Scott and Stiles couldn't have been here, but you definitely shouldn't be here." Dean wished she weren't so upset.

Caitlyn McCall looked at Stiles' father and wasn't sure what to say. She looked at Scott, who was growling. She knew something was wrong. "I heard that there was a body. And I knew Stiles was going to drag Scott with him." Caitlyn said, as Stiles moved her to the Jeep, yelling at her father that they'd go with him to the bunker. Caitlyn waited until they were in Jeep before she said anything to Stiles. "What happened to my big brother, Stilinski?" She had a demanding tone as Stiles started up the car. She couldn't believe that Stiles had done this, Caitlyn kept her gaze on him as they headed off down the road. Caitlyn knew Stiles loved Scott, but this wasn't showing that.

That was a hard question for him to have to answer. Stiles knew that she knew that Stiles and his family were hunters, but she hadn't actually been included in any of it before. Stiles stopped at a stop sign, and he held back the groan of frustration as Dean and Scott got a bit ahead. Stiles moved the car and sighed. "You know that wasn't trying to get Scott hurt. I want my dads to take me seriously as a hunter. They might not want me to hunt, but I want to. Grandpa is teaching me how to shoot a gun. I want to be a hunter. And I'm in love with Scott. And he's in love with me, and now he's a wolf and Dad isn't going to let us be together!" Stiles didn't know what he was going to do if he wasn't allowed to see Scott. They'd been best friends since they were four. Stiles brushed a hand through his hair as they turned down a new street. Stiles felt his eyes filling up with tears. "I didn't mean for this to happen, Cait. I didn't. Do you think that I meant for this to happen?!" His tone was desperate, and he pulled up by the bunker entrance, which was kind of hidden behind some shrubs. He hated this, and as soon as he'd shut off the Jeep they went inside.

While they were walking, Caitlyn watched him. Dean and Scott were already there, the Impala was already there. Caitlyn folded her arms. "Why did you take him with you? He's hurt Stiles! You didn't know what you were walking into. You could have been killed! Both of you." Caitlyn's long braids flew as they got inside, bypassed the library, and went to one of the dungeons. They came upon the one Dean had Scott in, and she sucked in a huge breath. Scott was writhing in pain on a table. Stiles' other dad Cas was there too, trying to say that there was nothing they could do to stop him from shifting. Caitlyn's voice wobbled as she spoke. "What happened to Scooter?" She asked, and felt a weird pressure on her chest as Dean told her Scott was a werewolf now. Caitlyn wasn't sure what to do. She couldn't believe this. She couldn't imagine Scott being a supe. He was Scott. He wouldn't even kill bugs. Caitlyn's eyes brushed with tears, and Cas led her out of the room, telling her that Lydia would help her get a bite to eat. Caitlyn wasn't sure that was a good idea, Lydia kind of scared her. It was part of her being a banshee. That was something her mind settled on, why was it okay that Lydia was a supe but it wasn't okay that Scott was now? That seemed completely hypocritical to her.

A couple of days later, Dean and Cas were alone in the library. Scott was still there with them, they'd told Melissa something, Dean wasn't even sure what they'd tell her. Dean knew Stiles was going to insist on still seeing Scott. Dean knew that Stiles loved him. He did. But Scott was dangerous now. Dean wasn't sure that he believed that Scott could do it, refrain from hurting someone. He was pacing, and Castiel was watching him a bit nervously. Dean finally stopped so that he could talk. "Cas, you're thinking Stiles can still see Scott." He accused.

Sighing, Cas brushed his hand through his black hair. His blue eyes glittered in the light. He kept them on Dean's green eyes. "I do, Dean. We don't know that Scott is going to hurt anyone. You know that kid. He's a great kid. Yeah, Stiles made a mistake, and this happened. Don't you think that Stiles feels guilty about that enough? And nothing is going to happen unless Scott gets upset. The full moon isn't for an entire month. Don't be so cruel. You can hate it all you want. I'll support it. But until we know there's an issue, just wait."

Even if anything Cas was saying made total and complete sense, Dean didn't like it. He ran his hand across his scruffy chin. He was already starting to grow his winter beard. Which was funny, it did get cold here but not as much as it did in the East. He growled, unable to help himself. Dean gave Cas a glare, but they both knew that was just Dean being stubborn. He sighed and started up his pacing again. "I know Scott's a good kid. I know that. I just… not everyone is Garth, you know. And is able to not hurt anyone. You know that. Scott may not be able to stop and someone will get hurt."

This is when there was a noise from the hallway, and Scott and Stiles were standing there, holding hands tightly. Scott's brown eyes were filling with tears. Scott looked at Dean and Cas, they'd always been like second dads to him. His own was a joke and Scott didn't even notice or care if Rafe was even alive. He'd abused Scott when he was younger in every sense of the word. Something that only Stiles knew. He felt his chin trembling. "You don't want me to be with Stiles because you think I'm going to hurt someone?" His tone was hurt. "Dean, you know me. I wouldn't ever hurt anyone. I can learn to deal with this. I can."

Sharing a look with Dean, Cas turned to Scott. "I do not think you'll hurt anyone, Scott. You are a great kid. You… this isn't fair that it happened to you." This was said with an eyeball glance to Stiles, who did look guilty. He moved a step closer to Scott, wrapping an arm around his boyfriend's waist. Cas didn't try and stop him. "We have concerns, but Stiles' sister can help you. She was turned too. We tried the antidote but no dice. I wanted to for you but it wa too late. Point being, she can help you learn."

This enraged Stiles. "Pop, are you effing kidding me?! You're going to ask the pill popping pothead to teach him?! Pop, Claire may be accepting what happened by doing her best to control it, but all she does otherwise is smoke, drink, and pop script meds when she can. You and Dad are doing a bang up job with my big sister." It was only by a year, but she was Cas' vessel's kid, and she had been in the family for years now. Stiles didn't exactly like her. Plus, he had dirt on her. He knew she was gay and hating to tell their dads. Stiles held tighter to Scott.

Dean didn't know if he liked Stiles saying that. Claire was their daughter too. They had a right to want her to be safe. His eyes met Scott's, who was full out crying, and Dean knew it was his fault. Making Scott cry was the equivalent of hitting a puppy with a newspaper. Dean didn't know what to do. Because he really was against this. Stiles was their son. He couldn't stand to lose family. They'd already lost Sam and Jo. And Dean had taken care of Sam his whole life. It didn't seem fair. Dean couldn't take his green eyes off Scott. "Maybe we should ask Grandpa." That was his father, he'd been given his life back.

That had been a bad idea. Stiles, still holding onto Scott protectively, wasn't sure what to say. John Winchester was even more old school than Dean was. Stiles did his best to keep the sarcastic tone out of his voice. It wouldn't help. Stiles kissed Scott's cheek, who was still crying. "Dad, you can't ask Grandpa. He's going to agree with you. Pop had the right idea, it just shouldn't be Claire who teaches him." He said. He wasn't even sure if Claire liked him. And she was never with them at the bunker. They didn't get it because she got along well with Lydia.

"Look. You aren't going to keep me away from Stiles. You aren't. I can't do this without him. He's been my best friend since I was four. He's the one I'm in love with. I can't handle being away from him. And Cas used to be an angel. They can be dangerous, too. And that's okay for you, but not Stiles? I would die before I hurt him. You know that! This is you and your prejudice getting in the way!" Scott snapped, and they all gasped. Scott wiped his face, it was covered with tears. He couldn't believe he'd had the courage to say that.

That wasn't a surprise, that Dean had said all of that. Dean knew that he was partly right, too, if anyone could learn to control his powers, it was Scott. "Okay, Okay. But the first slip up and you're done." Dean said, even if he didn't want to agree that Scott was right. Dean sighed. "Stiles Winchester, if you ever that bring it up that I gave in, you'll be grounded till you're 25." And he made sure Stiles knew that he was serious. Stiles swallowed hard, but he gave Dean a nod. Dean sighed again. "You both go and get Scott's stuff and Caitlyn, I'll take you home."

About an hour later, and Scott and Caitlyn were back at home. Dean wouldn't let Stiles spend the night, since he'd been with Scott at the bunker for two days. Scott called out for Melissa, and she wasn't home. He wasn't surprised. She worked long hours to keep a roof over their heads. He went to put his stuff in his room before he secured some dinner for them. Caitlyn seemed to want to talk. That didn't surprise him, but he also wasn't sure what to say when she would ask her questions. Scott busied himself getting out ingredients for pancakes. They loved to have pancakes for dinner. Scott brushed curls out of his eyes and got to work. As he was starting to mix up the pancake mix, Caitlyn came in. "I don't know what to tell you, Caitlyn. I wish I did. I don't know why this happened. I am going to learn to control it though. Because it's who I am now. And I need Stiles in my life." He said, as he put the first couple of pancakes on. Then he got out some bacon to put in a pan. Scott knew his mother was going to ask what had been going on, and he wasn't sure what to tell her. But one reason was he wasn't anywhere near the truth. Scott was wondering if he should tell her not. It was a huge change, even if he knew that she might not believe.

"Is Stiles all you care about?!" Caitlyn asked, folding her arms. Her long black hair fell over her left shoulder. She didn't move to move it. Caitlyn noticed the hurt look on his face. She knew that Scott cared about everyone. It was just how he was. It made Scott a very rare person. He really did care. Caitlyn kept her angry glare on him. "You can't just only care about Stiles. Mom and I are here, too. I know you didn't plan this. But you have to worry about Mom and me, too." Caitlyn had talked to Lydia about it for awhile at the bunker. They hadn't come to a solution.

Flipping the bacon and pancakes, Scott sighed. While he knew Caitlyn hadn't meant what she said, it still hurt Scott looked at her, curls falling over his eyes. He'd get a haircut but Stiles loved it. "You know that I care about you and Ma. Why are you giving me crap about it? You guys are my family. You know how much I love both of you." He also knew that he had another secret that he'd never told either of them. There was a reason their father wasn't around anymore. Scott bit his lip and moved to make more pancakes. He didn't know what to do.

Before Caitlyn could answer, Melissa came in. She heard them and went in to talk to them. She didn't know what to start with as far as the why the hell they had been at the Winchesters' for two days. She'd been working round the clock, and she'd known they were safe, but she still wanted to know. Melissa looked at each of them in turn. Then her eyes settled on Scott. He was the oldest, and the one who would be the most likely to tell her the truth. "Scott James McCall, what's going on? Why did Dean Winchester tell me that I might not see you for a few days? I know he doesn't approve of Stiles dating so what else could it be?"

He gave Caitlyn her plate, piled high with pancakes and bacon. Then he flipped the ones on the griddle. Scott let out a deep sigh. "Ma, I don't really… you don't want to know, okay?" Melissa knew that supes and hunters existed, but that was different from telling her he was one. Scott didn't know what to do. He brushed more curls out of his eyes. He met Melisa's eyes straight on. "Ma, you know I hate lying to you. So me not wanting to tell you is to protect you. I don't want to hurt you." Scott's eyes brushed with tears. "Please, Mami." Scott pleaded, using the Spanish form of 'Mom'. That's why he called her 'Ma', it was short for that. Everyone not in the know had a tendency to think it was strange.

Shooting Scott a glare, Caitlyn spoke up. "He's a werewolf now, Mami." She said, ignoring the look Scott was giving her across the counter. "He snuck out with Stiles, and he got bit." She couldn't help it. She had to tell the truth. Caitlyn couldn't believe how well she'd been holding in the anger at Stiles for doing this to her big brother. They'd already been through enough since their father had disappeared from their lives. They'd had to deal with the aftermath. Rafe McCall had molested Scott for years. There was also the alcohol abuse. She hadn't been through that, he hadn't touched her. She also knew that Scott didn't know that she knew. Caitlyn didn't know how Scott was managing to get through every day he was alive having to deal with the past. Caitlyn caught her brother's eye then pointedly. "You let your boyfriend drag you out onto one of his dads' crazy jobs and you got turned." Caitlyn left out the part where they'd planned to kill Scott. Mostly because Caitlyn was trying to keep the Winchesters looking at least semi good. She'd thought that they were up till now. She was going to add more when there was a knock at the door. She looked at Scott, who looked flabbergasted. They had no idea what or who that could be.

Melissa reached the door first, and Scott's eyes grew wide as he heard Peter Hale and Derek Hale talking to his mother. Scott moved quickly, with some of his new powers to get to the front door. "What are you two doing here?" He knew from Stiles' dads being hunters who they were. "You shouldn't be here!" He said, his tone more strong than he felt. "Ma, I've got this." He said, and he moved so he could step outside to speak to them. Scott looked at Derek head on. "I am not joining a pack. Know that now. I'm going to learn to control this on my own." As he said the words, he knew they would still know he was with the Winchesters.

Derek was the one who spoke first. "You think the Winchesters can help you? Dean's tried to kill any of the weres around here whenever he can. Works with the Argents fairly often." Derek knew that this whole talk was pointless. Scott was in love with Stiles, and he would do what he had to to make sure he could be with him. He wasn't going to join the pack. Not that it was all that big. "I can tell you who bit you. But only if you agree to join us." This was for Peter's benefit, because Derek knew that it didn't matter to Scott who it was if he had to be away from Stiles. Derek didn't even look into Peter's general direction. It was just pathetic.

That really made Scott's anger spike, and he did his best to think about Stiles, Cas had taught him to find something to be his anchor, who would keep Scott in the human sense, and he'd chosen Stiles. His brown eyes took in Derek, still ignoring Peter, who seemed to be amused by that. "You can't keep me from Stiles, you know that, right? He's been in my life since I was four years old. I love him. He's going to be with me always. I'm not joining your pack. And it doesn't matter who bit me. Not if I have to be away from Stiles to find out."

This is when the door was slammed in their faces. Derek sighed. He barely heard himself telling Peter that he shouldn't have turned Scott. They moved to leave. Derek had run here, but Peter had driven. Derek declined an offer to ride with Peter and took off by himself. He knew that if they wanted Scott, there was no way it would happen without Stiles. And they could never trust Stiles completely. He was a hunter, from one of the biggest hunter families in California. Derek also know that Scott could never be fully trusted either. He still didn't know why Peter had even turned him.

A couple of days later, and there had been another murder, and Stiles knew that they weren't behind it, when it happened, Scott had been at home with his sister. It was still the first thing Dean thought of, that Scott was guilty. Stiles had been glad that he could prove it wasn't Scott. Right now, it was lacrosse practice. They were trying for first string. They were on their way to the locker room, holding hands. No one had been surprised that they were dating. Stiles knew that that was because it hadn't been a huge shock, they already acted like a couple all the time anyway. Stiles stroked the back of Scott's hand with his thumb. "I never once thought that you killed anyone, just so you know. Even if Dad thought so I know you couldn't do that, bae." He said, and he was glad to see a look of relief and joy come over his boyfriend's features. He leaned to kiss his cheek as they walked. "You know how much I love you and trust you. You would never kill anyone. Has my sister called you back yet?" They'd put the feelers out to Claire, to see if she could help Scott with his powers. They weren't hopeful. Well, Scott was, but he could see the good in everyone. Stiles loved him so much for it, but it was very annoying. They were almost to the locker room, when they bumped into Allison Argent. She seemed to be looking for them. Stiles wondered why.

Staring at Scott for a moment, Allison shook herself. He was taken, even if she had a huge crush on him. Allison let out a breath. She'd only just been clued in on what her family did, hunting werewolves. She wondered why they didn't hunt other things, like Stiles' family. Allison took a breath. "So, Scott, I… I think my dad knows about you." This was said quickly, so only the three of them would hear. "He's going out hunting for you tonight. You have to just stay home, so he won't find you." Allison was worried for Scott. She was having a hard time with the news.

Sharing a look with Stiles, Scott's face was in panic mode. He hadn't thought that the Argents would find out, not with Dean and Cas keeping a lid on it for him. "Has he been following me?" His tone was full of shock, anger, and disbelief. It was going to be a huge issue if he was. Dean might have a cow. Because if he started following Scott, they might find out things that they didn't want anyone to know. Scott was nervous, and his grip on Stiles' hand tightened, Stiles was gasping at the pain. He apologized, and looked back at Allison. "You have to try and stop him. He can't go around doing that! Dean'll kill him."

Looking at him, Allison tried to decide if he was joking or not. Somehow, though, she knew that he wasn't. Allison looked at him, her brown eyes wide. "I don't know if he's been following you, honestly. I just think he knows. I overheard him and my aunt Kate talking." That was why she had been let in on the family secret. She confronted them with what she'd heard. Allison wasn't sure that she should have, because now she had to learn how to do things. She tucked some of her curls behind her ear. She looked at Scott, and she wasn't sure this had been the best idea. Now they could tell Dean and Cas that her dad knew things.

Stiles was quiet for a moment, and then he looked at Scott before he turned back to speak to Allison. "I have to tell my dads that he knows. I know that you're going to have to deal with the ramifications, but I still have to tell them. Because it's Scott. And they have to know that your dad is going behind their backs." Stiles didn't know what they would do for sure, but he knew that they would do something. They wouldn't let something happen to Scott. Cas wouldn't let Dean, although Stiles was sure that Dean was coming around. Scott was working hard on controlling his powers. Stiles was so proud of him. He was going to have to ask Scott again if Claire had called him back, this had distracted him.

Sighing, Allison said, "I know, Stiles. And it's okay. I just, I couldn't let Scott get hurt. He's… I know he's the one who killed that girl. Because I know Scott." Allison had only been in Beacon Hills for a year, but they had gotten close, they were friends. Allison had had a crush on Scott since she'd met him. And she'd known from the get go that Scott had been in love with Stiles. Even if Scott himself hadn't known all the time. Allison cared about him enough to accept that and let him be happy. She had caught Lydia Winchester staring at her from time to time. It was intriguing.

Scott looked at the clock on the wall. "We need to go, it's lacrosse practice. Thanks for the warning." He kept his eyes on her until she gave him a small smile and then moved aside so they could get by. Scott couldn't believe that Chris Argent had plans to hurt him. Scott knew that he couldn't, because Dean and Cas wouldn't let him, but still. It was making him nervous, it was filling his stomach with butterflies. He just couldn't decide what to do. His grip of Stiles' hand tightened a bit again. "I'm…. I'm scared, Stiles. I mean, I'm terrified all the time, but this… what are we gonna do? Dean and Cas might hurt Chris because of me."

It made him feel a rush of affection for Scott that he was worried about Stiles' dads. Stiles kissed him deeply as they reached the locker room. He felt it all the way to his toes. Stiles pulled back to breathe. He licked his lips and with his free hand ran his fingers in Scott's hair. His boyfriend's eyes fluttered. "I love you. I love you for being worried for my dads. Dad is so wrong, there's no way you would ever hurt anyone. You… Dad wanted to kill you and you worry for him." His voice wobbled a bit. Stiles kissed him again, despite the fact that they were late for practice. Stiles kissed him until he was breathless. "It's gonna be okay, Scott. We'll all be okay. I know it."

They went inside then, and Scott still felt the butterflies in his stomach. He was nervous about this. He really wanted to start. He'd never been on the first lineup. They moved to change, and Scott tried to catch his breath. This was going to be hard, to not use his powers. Thankfully he thought he was up to the challenge. And Coach Finstock also was late, so no one was there to yell. Scott let out a sigh of relief. He didn't want to upset the coach if he didn't have to. Scott felt eyes on him, and he turned around, it was Jackson Whittemore. Scott was puzzled. He tried to smile, and Jackson glared at him. Scott gave him back a confused look, and the other boy moved over to them. Scott arched an eyebrow. "What?"

Jackson leaned on the locker next to Scott. "You think you're going to steal captain from me? Because you aren't." He wasn't sure why he felt so threatened by Scott. But something was telling him that he ought to be. Jackson arched an eyebrow at Stiles. "You got something to say, Stiles? Because I don't care how gay you are, I will kick your ass." Jackson hadn't told anyone yet, but he was bisexual. He thought he might have feelings for his best friend Danny. Jackson kept his eyes on Stiles, who looked fit to burst with anger. Jackson reached out and ran a finger along Scott's chest, seductively.

While he knew Jackson was only doing it to get a rise out of him, Stiles couldn't help it. He shoved Jackson, hard, and the older boy fell and hit the floor. Stiles ignored the rest of the team, who were cheering them on to fight. Stiles got down over Jackson, his face right over the other boy's. "Don't you ever touch him ever again. I will make you regret it." Stiles' tone was as angry as it had ever been. He did let Scott pull him off of Jackson though. Stiles kept his brown eyed gaze on Jackson. "I mean it, go ahead and try me. I dare you." His tone was cold, and he didn't raise his voice one bit.

This is when Coach Finstock arrived, and they all had to go out to the field. Scott's heart was pounding as he and Stiles walked together. "Why did you do that, bae? You didn't have to do that. I could have handled it." He didn't know that he blamed Stiles though, he'd have done the same in Stiles' shoes. His boyfriend didn't have a chance to reply, as practice began. Scott and Stiles joined the line, they were starting with goal shots. "Don't use your powers." Scott murmured to himself. His stomach was in knots. They were at the last of the line. Stiles was chattering on about the rush it had been, attacking Whittemore. Scott was only half listening. Scott was too busy worrying about choking.

Practice passed by in a blur. Scott did use his powers a couple of times, getting the ball in the net a few times. Once, he'd misjudged and knocked the goalie, Greenburg, down. Jackson's eyes met Scott's a few times, and Scott knew it was coming. And then Finstock made Scott and Jackson captains. Scott was over the moon. And then they were all headed back to clean up. Jackson followed close to Stiles as they went back. Once they were in the locker room, Scott whirled on Jackson, his temper flaring. In his head he was trying to picture Stiles' face. "What is your problem, man? I just tried out and did well. Why are you so angry? Coach made the decision! Stop being a creepy stalker!"

To say you could have heard a pin drop is over simplifying. It was eerily calm. No one had ever spoken to Jackson that way. He stepped closer, even if he knew Stiles was going to hugely object. "You think you can take me? Maybe right now, since you're clearly juiced. Where'd you get it? Where do you get your juice?" Jackson asked, and pushed Scott up against the lockers, Danny moving to restrain Stiles, who tried to leap forward. Jackson kept his gaze on Scott, who looked utterly confused. He pressed as closely to Scott as he could, just to needle Stiles.

"My mom does all the grocery shopping." Scott said, a tad confused. When Jackson gave him a confused look back, and mumbled something about idiot sophomores, and Scott gasped and he said breathlessly, "You mean steroids! I wouldn't ever do that!" Scott said this with an appalled tone. Then he'd had enough and shoved Jackson, he fell over a bench to the ground. He waved off efforts to help him up and managed. "I did nothing wrong but try out for lacrosse." Scott told him, his anger was flaring, and he was doing his best to keep from shifting. "Just let this go, Whittemore. You don't know what you're talking about."

Stepping up to Scott, Jackson told Scott that he knew Scott was different, and he'd find out how, then he moved to shower. Scott immediately moved to hug Stiles. He was shaking, he was so scared. Things weren't supposed to be going this way. Scott just held on to Stiles tightly. What the hell had the Alpha dragged him into?

Author's note: So, this is half my friend Ash's fault and half mine. The TW rewrite has been on my mind for awhile. This is going to be all kinds of fun. I have no idea how this is going to go. And if ya'll wait till it's finished, that's cool. I get it. Oh, and I want to have Sam come back, but I can't decide how. Suggestions? I won't do soulless!Sam or Samifer. Just so you know before you suggest it. Lucifer is the devil and I loathe him. Might be the only one in the fandom who thinks so, but alas, I do. If you didn't read this, don't ask questions. I won't answer them. Pass it on.