THE ANGEL IN THE LIVINGROOM
A strange man appears out of thin air in what had been the livingroom. Derek is in the old kitchen, but still knows the exact second he materializes, because of the smell that spreads out in the house. Specifically a distinct odour of gunpowder, old upholstery from a car and something Derek had never smelt before. The closest he gets to it was the smell of thunder, but it isn't really that. The man does distinctly not smell of human. It's disturbing.
"Hello," says the man conversationally.
"Whoa, dude!" says Stiles and flies up from what had once been a rather nice sofa.
Derek begins to walk through the house towards the strange smelling man. People who just materialized are rarely good news, in his experience. Every single one of his instincts tells him that this is a threat. Not only had the man appeared on his territory, but in the same room as one of his human, and thus more vulnerable, pack members.
He hears the man make a long complicated gurgling noise.
"Eh, yes, that is my name. Feel free to call me Stiles though, like the rest of existence," the boy sputters in falsetto. "Also: who the hell are you, and how did you just…!"
The man answers something and Stiles gulps audibly, but Derek zones out all that was said. He has better things to focus on than words. The man has to go.
Breaking down the wall is the quickest way of getting from the kitchen to the livingroom, so Derek does just that. With any luck it will help to intimidate the intruder, but as he steps through the hole, he sees that it hasn't. The man just watches him intently from the middle of the room. Stiles has very effectively been intimidated though, and is again sprawled on the sofa, emmanating an irritating smell of fear.
Derek steadily makes his way up to the man. He is smaller than Derek had anticipated, and wears an extremely wrinkled tan trench coat. The man is confusing him, because his scrawny form doesn't match the kind of big dog smell he gives off.
Derek lets his claws and teeth elongate and his eyes glow laser red. The little man doesn't react as normal people usually do. Instead of running screaming towards the exit or huddling in a corner whimpering, he stands still on the spot.
"No, Derek! No!" yells Stiles, who knows exactly what the werewolf is up to.
"Hello," says the little man calmly the second before Derek runs through trench coat, suit, skin and bone with his claws. Blood splashes cross the room, and once Derek has retracted his claws the body hits the floor.
"Damnit," Stiles whimpers and buries his face in his hands. "That was an angel. A freaking angel, Derek! He told me! Look what you did! Now he's all over the floor!"
"No, he isn't," replies Derek tersely, and he is right. The blood spatter is still there, but the body has simply disappeared.
"That was unpleasant," says a voice from behind Stiles. Both werewolf and human almost jump out of their skins. "I really like this trench coat."
"Who are you? What gives you the right to trespass on my territory?" Derek growls through long teeth. The angel seems utterly unfased, but raises a mildly questioning eyebrow.
"I am here to warn you."
"Warn me?" The insult is almost bordering on comedy. What right has weird smelling angels to warn him, the alpha? Derek has half made up his mind to pounce on the intruder and tear him apart again. Maybe it would work better the second time.
"Yes. A pair of hunters are passing through your town. They will do you no harm, as long as you keep a low profile. They will be here for a week on other business. They are not looking for you, but I would advice you to keep your pack close at hand."
"I, uh, think I've met them already," Stiles says. "One of them tall with floppy hair, the other blond and stupid? Real nice car, though. Am I close?" The angel nods.
"How do you not tell me things like that?" Derek sighs as Stiles does his goofy I-dunno kind of shrug.
"I have informed you now. I felt that I owed you this, Derek Hale. I have noticed your pack before," the angel says warmly. "It is very admirable that you take care of lost and broken children. It would be unfortunate if anything happened to any of you. If you permit me, I would be glad to keep an eye out for you while the Winchesters are here."
Derek is thrown by that. He recognizes that name.
"I'm not lost or broken!" Stiles sputters suddenly. "I'm not a child either. Shut up!"
(The totally unplanned chapter two. Who knows, maybe I'll turn it into a real series... Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it!)