For three hours he alternated between pacing, flopping onto his bed, and clutching his head. Sam and Dean were expected to arrive late that night. He wasn't ready to face them, and he knew that any wolves in the area could probably sense his anxiety. Stiles didn't want to deal with them either though. He needed time to figure out what to do. Unfortunately, he didn't get his wish.

Stiles turned around just in time to see Scott climbing through his window. His best friend's eyebrows pinched together and his mouth was set in a hard line. Stiles let his head fall back into the bed.

"You're supposed to tell someone when something is wrong, Stiles, not stay in your room pacing," Scott scolded. Stiles rolled his eyes.

"Nothing is wrong."

"Stiles, we could smell you a mile away. Tell me what's going on." Stiles sat up.

"Sam and Dean are coming to visit." Scott grinned at him.

"Really? Well what's so bad about that? How long has it been since you last saw them?"

"Gosh, I haven't seen them since before Sam left for college," Stiles said, a smile smile creeping onto his face.

"Then what's the problem?" The smile disappeared abruptly.

"Did I ever tell you about what they do for a living?" Scott tilted his head, which inadvertently reminded Stiles of a puppy.

"No... Why?"

"They kill supernatural creatures, Scott. If they find out about you, they will want to hunt you." Scott's eyes went wide and his mouth clacked open and closed for a few seconds.

"Why would they want to hunt me? Couldn't you explain that we're good? They would listen to you, right? Stiles? Stiles?!"

"I don't know if they would or not! I know they care about my opinion, but I don't know if I could convince them not to hurt you! This is what they do, Scott. They protect people!"

"Who said they need to protect people from us?"

"You're werewolves, Scott! Most werewolves probably aren't friendly!" Stiles snapped, leaping out of bed. Scott jerked backwards, glaring at him.

"That doesn't mean they have any right to hunt us down," he murmured.

"Well of course not, I'm just trying to say that they don't understand that you guys are different."

"And do you?"

"What kind of question is that, Scott?"

"Answer it." Stiles stepped forward, placing his left hand on Scott's shoulder and his right over his heart.

"I do. Now can you stop freaking out and help me?"