Thanks for the follows and favorites on the first chapter. I'm glad you like it. I'm having a lot of fun. Enjoy the new chapter. For your reference, this one takes place a few weeks after the first chapter.
Stiles paused, closing his eyes as he panted softly. It was hot in his black hoodie from the sun and running around. He smirked, fingers itching to pull the trigger beneath them, and he quickly spun around, lifting the gun to shoot Dean in the middle of his chest with the stream of water. "I win," stile said, smug as he lowered the plastic toy weapon. "You breathe too hard, Uncle Dean."
"Shut up," grumbled the elder man, wiping off his face before waving a hand dismissively. "Don't you have homework?"
"It's Friday," Stiles answered simply, shrugging a little as he stretched his sore muscles. He bent over to grab his ankles and stretch a bit, the hood of his red jacket falling over his head.
"Should go to a party or something, then."
Stiles simply raised a brow. He still did not really know anyone in town. They were not exactly the most accepting bunch. Then again, it was not every day someone came in and stole the valedictorian position from the most popular girl at school. It wasn't like he did it on purpose.
Stiles did end up going into town to get pizza for them (Sam paid), and after eating, he went on another run. He was aching from all the practice he had been getting in with nothing else to do; but, it wouldn't really pass if he didn't keep going. He slowed to a stop when he heard a distant but loud (thank you, trees for creating an echo) voices somewhere nearby. "You met the new kid, yet?" the first voice said. Stiles was pretty sure it was that Scott guy from school.
"Stiles, yeah. He was on the property," replied Mr. AngryFace... Derek. His name was Derek. In all honesty, Stiles was surprised he remembered. He was typically terrible with remembering names.
"D'you think he knows?" There was silence that Stiles interpreted as Derek making some kind of expression that Scott understood. "The dude speaks Latin and there's just something off about him."
Derek sighed and said, "Shut up, Scott." Stiles was fairly sure he heard a whine in response. "Go home. I'll take the watch alone." Stiles assumed Scott ran off because there was no arguing, but a few moments later, Derek appeared in the clearing next to him. "You've not mastered stealth yet, have you?" Derek said, seeming more amused than anything. "You're lucky that Scott's oblivious when it doesn't pertain to Allison."
"How...?" Stiles started to question, brow furrowing when Derek just grinned.
"C'mon, little hunter, surely my little band of misfits made it obvious to you," replied Derek, his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. "I would have thought that being trained by the Winchesters you'd be faster on the uptake than them."
Animal attacks. Jackson and Scott at lacrosse. Jackson somehow knowing someone was hitting on Issac from across the noisy cafeteria. Scott's anger. Stiles was sure he saw glowing eyes at one point. "Lycanthropy," Stiles stated with an amused laugh. He was surprised his uncles were not searching in to the whole animal attacks thing more. Or maybe they were and were just hiding that. Something about that thought made him want to frown, however he did not. Instead, he just smirked a little, reaching up to scratch the side of his head underneath the red hood still covering it. "Shouldn't you, y'know, be hiding this from me?"
"You're not a threat." Derek smirked in response to the indignant sound Stiles made in response. "If you and your guardians were here to hunt us, you'd have done something by now."
"Yeah, well, they don't know," replied Stiles, "and I'd like to finish up high school without killing someone else." Plus, Stiles was not one who believed they should kill any and all supernatural beings simply because they were not fully human. Most of them were still partially human, and did not hurt anyone. From what Stiles could see, this band of lycans was not a threat to anyone. The animal attacks had died off after the town's sheriff had found a dead wolf in the woods.
"You're not afraid of us." It was not a question, but a statement, as he stepped toward Stiles. Derek searched for any signs of fear as he moved forward, but there were not any.
Stiles stood his ground, smirking a little as Derek stopped only a step away from him. "If you were going to do something, you would have done it by now."
"Didn't anyone teach you it's not wise to taunt an alpha?"
"Didn't anyone teach you it's not wise to threaten a hunter? They may do something rash."
Stiles' breath caught in his throat and his heart stuttered as Derek stepped into his personal space so they were inches apart. Derek knew the falter was not because of who he was, but more to do with the fact that Derek was all but in his face. Being that close to someone made practically everyone falter. "Will you?"
Stiles was completely confused. There he was in the woods, talking to an alpha about being a werewolf and hunter as if they were discussing the weather over tea. He knew that he should want to destroy Derek or something (Dean would want him to), but he didn't. If anything, he wanted to know more about the mostly quiet man with devastatingly amazing looks. He tried to force himself to say 'yes' in response to the question, but what he ended up saying was, "Let's get food... together. Tomorrow night."
The teen knew nothing about Derek, other than his name and that he was a wolf of there 'were' variety. He wanted to know more, and something was telling him it was the right thing to do. What was he getting himself into?
"It's a date," Derek replied, and then he was leaving.
"So, let me get this straight," Dean said with an incredulous expression contorting his features. "You're going on a date... with a guy you barely know?" Stiles did not answer, pulling his t-shirt (complete with a Buffy the Vampire Slayer picture and quote) on, and Dean turned to Sam, who was checking his e-mails on his phone. "And you're okay with this?"
"He's almost seventeen, Dean," replied Sam with a shrug. "At his age, you were far from virginal, so you've no room to talk."
Dean glared at his brother, crossing his arms over his chest. "You are a virgin, right, Stiles?"
Stiles rolled his eyes, tugging on a plaid button down shirt that went with his t-shirt (color wise), and left it open. "Yes, and I'm not about to just give it to some guy I just met," Stiles replied. Okay, so in Derek's case, it was a lie. The guy was hot, and Stiles could not deny the fact that he would probably be an easy lay for the guy, if that was what he wanted. The thought alone had Stiles shuddering a bit with a faint smirk.
"How do you even know this guy, Stiles? Does he go to school with you?"
The teen bit back laughter at that question. How could he answer that? 'Yeah, no, I just met him on the run in the woods'? Stiles was unsure why Dean thought Derek was in school with him, but then, he remembered that Dean had met the guy that first day at school. "It's not exactly a big town," Sam pointed out the obvious, saving Stiles from answering. "Is he picking you up, or...?"
The question was halted by Cas interrupting with, "Someone's here." Stiles had not been aware that Castiel was there, but he was so used to the guy randomly showing up that it did not startle him anymore.
Then, there was a knock on the door. "I've got it. You guys don't have too much fun without me," Stiles stated as he hurried downstairs to answer the door (managing to not trip on his shoelaces on the way, really). "Hey, Derek. Let's go."
Derek nodded, brow furrowing a little at the extremely odd feeling that came from the house (unknowingly coming from Cas). He did not comment, though, as they went to Derek's car. Oddly enough, the silence between them was not awkward as Derek drove. They did not really start talking until they were seated in a back corner of the twenty-four hour diner in town and had placed their orders. "Why did you leave Beacon Hills?" Derek questioned, watching as Stiles added sugar to his own coffee cup, bouncing his knee absentmindedly.
"My mother was killed by a vampire, trying to save me. Her half-brothers, Sam and Dean, were visiting as it was. They knew what had happened, and proved to my dad that I was not lying about what I had seen. He had thought I was nuts at first, because, c'mon... vampires? Dad swore vengence on all supernatural beings, and my uncles offered to train him, and me. So, Dad and I packed up and left with them," Stiles explained, toying with his unused straw that sat on the table. "We never stayed one place too long. A demon killed him after possessing him for weeks. We tried to save him, but... The demon ended up getting away, and we came here." It killed Stiles that they still did not know exactly what the demon had wanted.
"Demons?" questioned Derek, his brows lifting as that fact was the one he vocally latched on to. He rested a hand on Stiles' wrist, thumb absently brushing over the teen's skin in a soothing manner. He knew what it was like to lose family. He also knew how just because it was talked about did not mean the person wanted comments. If it was surrounded by other things, it was best to press past it.
Stiles nodded, using his free hand to lift his coffee cup in order to take a drink. "Demons and angels exist. One lives with us, an angel, I mean. Castiel."
"An angel? Why?"
The teen shrugged a little with an amused grin. "I think he's got a thing for Dean, even though he's not supposed to."
"Do they know about me...?"
"Being hair, pointy teeth, anger issue with an affliction toward the moon, all rawr and stuff?" Stiles continued as Derek trailed off with a soft laugh, smiling a bit to himself as he saw the faintest of smiles tugging on the man's lips. "Are you kidding? They'd kill you. They're more shoot first, ask later. Cas might know, though; but, he's not said anything." Which Stiles was thankful for. He really did not want his relationship destroyed before it even started.
Maybe it should have been more odd that he was sitting there, thinking about thinking a relationship with a werewolf. But, really, the thought made him smile a little. He was not sure what it was about Derek, but there was something he was just drawn to. Stiles wondered if things were that way for his parents.
"They can't kill me that easy," Derek said with a smirk.
Stiles smirked a little as well, sinking down in his seat slightly. "Two Winchesters against an alpha? Hmm... I still think my money'd be on them."
Derek's eyes narrowed a bit, though there was an amused smirk on his face as Stiles nudged his foot under the table. "Mmm... maybe, but I'd have a reason to win, wouldn't I? Would just have to prove you wrong, if only to wipe that smirk off your face."
The teen opened his mouth to reply (with a suggestive comment of other ways to do just that), but closed it again as the waitress in the too-tight dress showing too much cleavage sat their orders down in front of them. Stiles and Derek each just looked at the plates before Derek released Stiles' wrist so that he could switch them so that the right order was in front of the right person. "Oh, oops," the waitress said, tucking her badly dyed hair behind an ear. "Anything else I can get you?"
Her eyes were trained on Derek as she spoke, but Stiles was the one who answered, "More coffee would be great, thanks."
Stiles grinned as Derek nodded in agreement, and she shot Stiles a look before going off. "So, you know about my family. Tell me about yours," Stiles said, adding salt and pepper to his food.
Derek seemed to contemplate it as he took a drink of his own coffee. "It's just my uncle and I left, plus my pack. They're more family to me than he is, though. My family died in a fire," Derek explained with a nod. It still hurt to think about, and he missed his family greatly. However, he found that talking to Stiles (even about things like the fire, which he never spoke about) was easy. He did not feel judged or pitied. He just felt calm, comfortable, and understood. That was something new.
"A hunter did it," Stiles commented softly, nodding a little. He knew the story well. It was used as training of what not to do. While hunters were all for the destruction of the supernatural beasts, there were humans in that fire. The situation could have been handled better. Plus, the family that did it was supposed to follow the same type of thought that Stiles had; if they did not hurt anyone, then why did they need to be hunted. "I met her once. I didn't like her." Stiles frowned a bit, toying with his food more than eating it until Derek nudged him under the table.
"Should eat," Derek commented. "Or we'll get half way through the movie and you'll complain about being hungry."
"Dude, it's like you know me." Both of them laughed softly and smiled as Stiles shifted in his seat again, unable to sit still, and they fell into a companionable silence with a few comments here and there as they ate.
"No, but seriously, I can't believe so many people enjoy Twilight," Stiles commented as he and Derek stopped on the front porch. "It's just a terrible story."
"The best part is that the actors hate it so much," said the elder of the two with an amused grin (faint, but still there).
Stiles nodded in agreement and put his hands into his red hoodie pockets, smiling at Derek. "So, I actually had fun tonight."
Derek lifted an eyebrow slightly as he replied, "Don't sound so surprised." He smirked a bit when Stiles nudged him with an elbow. "Next Friday?"
"Is that your way of asking me out again? Because if it is, you should learn to use more words," Stiles said, pulling a hand out of his pocket absentmindedly to start gesturing with it as he spoke. "I could interpret that as anything. I mean, next Friday is a test in my history class, so you could be talking about that. Or the fact that next Friday is that fall festival thing in town. Or the fact that Friday even exists is a fa-"
Stiles would have continued rambling if Derek had let him, but he was effectively cut off as the werewolf stepped in and kissed him. It was nothing major. There were no fireworks like in the movies. It was simple, just Derek's lips pressing against his own, but it felt nice; and, when Derek pulled back, Stiles found he wanted to. "Yeah, okay, Friday," the teen said with a soft laugh.
He was not one-hundred percent sure what was going on between himself and wolfman, but Derek wanted to go out with him again. That in itself was a new thing. Typically, if he actually managed one date, it never went past that. Stiles had really had a lot of fun that evening, and despite everything, he really enjoyed Derek's company.
Derek didn't say anything in response. He just nodded a little and gave Stiles a faint smile before walking back to his car. Stiles stood there for a moment before laughing softly and going inside. Once there, he leaned back against the door, letting his head fall against it. He was going to hell, the darkest pits of it. He was supposed to want to kill Derek, not kiss him. Yet, that was all Stiles wanted to do. "How was the date?" Sam questioned as he came into the hall, smirking a little at the smile on his nephew's face. "I'd say by the smile it was good."
"Yeah," Stiles replied with a laugh, reaching up to ruffle his hair. "Went to the movies and got some food. He wants to go out again. Think I'm going to head to bed, though."
Sam nodded a little. "Okay, kid. Making breakfast in the morning."
Stiles nodded at the information and smiled before locking the front door and heading upstairs to his bedroom, still filled with boxes. He sighed and collapsed onto his bed, staring up at the ceiling. He lay there for a long while, just thinking about Derek and everything else that was going on. "Yep, 'm going to hell," he mumbled to himself as he rolled over onto his side, falling asleep in his clothes still.
So, whatcha think? Any thoughts? No... okay then. *Leaves cookies for all*
