Okay, this is the last installment to this story. Because writing a Dean/Derek is so far off in my writing spectrum and I'm still blown by the fact that I wrote this.

I feel like I've cheated on my Derek/Stiles Ship.

*sigh* I tell yah, someone needs to knock some sense into me or something.

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf nor do I own Supernatural. The characters depicted in this story don't reflect the actions of said characters.

Sam eyed his brother suspiciously as they walked towards the Impala. The older Winchester was walking with a limp. Sam bit at his lip, "Dean," he said as he cleared his throat, "are you okay?"

Dean glanced back at his brother, "Yes," he growled, "I'm okay."

"Well, you're walking funny."

Dean huffed, "This is how I always walk."

Sam laughed, "Dude that is a load of bullshit."

"Just leave it Sammy," Dean growled.

Sam just put his arms up in defense as they threw their stuff into the trunk of the car. Sam slammed the trunk shut and watched his brother walk towards the driver's seat. Yeah something was definitely up. The younger Winchester raised an eyebrow as the bite mark that was placed on the side of his brother's neck. Sam sighed as he walked over the passenger side and slid in slamming the door shut. Dean slid in moments later, his movements slow. "Okay," Sam sighed, "you seriously need to tell me what happened because I know something did."

"Nothing happened okay," Dean ground out as he leaned over, hands ready to put the key into the ignition.

"Dean," Sam practically yelled, "Did you get hurt because you're walking with a limp and not to mention there is a fading bite mark on the side of your neck."

Dean's eyes widened as a hand flew up, his hand rubbing over the bite mark. "That stupid son of a bitch," he growled.

"So something did happen?"

"Yes-NO!" Dean yelled, "damn it just get off my back Sam."

The youngest Winchester leaned back in his seat, arms across his chest, "Did you get the werewolf?"

"Yes," Dean lied.

"Alright, so them I'm assuming that the bite mark and the limp was because you got hurt?"

Dean nodded not trusting his voice. His hand was still over the bite mark, rubbing at it.

"Lies!" Sam yelled, "you got a bite mark on you Dean, that usually means you should either be dead or turned!"

"Okay, I ran into the werewolf okay!"

Sam raised an eyebrow, "Okay."

"I couldn't kill it."

"Well, that's a shocker, why Dean, was she hot or something."

Dean licked at his lips, his breathing hitched in his throat, "Or something," he mumbled trailing off.

Sam flew forward from his seat as he turned towards his brother, "OR SOMETHING!" he yelled, "what the hell is that supposed to mean!"

"Nothing Sam!"

"Dean," Sam yelled, voice laced with authority, "What the hell happened?"

Dean sighed, "I ran into the werewolf we were hunting."

"And?"

"I didn't kill him."

"Alright well-wait…did you say HIM!"

The elder nodded, "Yes."

Sam threw himself back into his seat, "Talk," he ordered, "now."

"I don't think so," Dean growled, "I'm not talking about it, that's it, no questions, that's it, it's done."

"Well," Sam said, "we can't leave town until we kill him!"

"No," Dean said quickly, "we can't anyways because he's got an agreement with another group of hunter's in town."

"Are you sure?"

Dean nodded, "Yes, I'm sure."

"You got with the werewolf didn' you?" Sam asked.

"No."

Sam licked at his lips, "Mhmm, so why are you walking with a limp?"

"I fell."

"Ah, I'm sure."

Dean turned to face his brother, "I swear to you Sammy, not a word, you hear me!"

"Mhmm."

Dean sighed as he stuck the key into the ignition and started the car. They drove in silence for a few minutes, "Wait a minute, I think I know why you're walking with a limp."

"Sam," Dean warned.

"Oh my god," Sam screamed, hand gripping the arm rest, "you had sex with him!"

"Sam!" Dean yelled as he turned to glare at his brother.

"No wait, holy shit! You let him..," Sam's eyes widened and Dean swore he could see the gears turning in his brother's head, "Oh my god, you let him fuck you!"

Dean pulled over to the side of road and threw the car into the park. "Not a word," he threatened, "no more, this does not leave the car, you hear me Sam."

Sam grinned, "Gotcha."

"Sam."

"I just thought I'd never see that day that well, I just never thought I'd see the day."

Dean sighed as he leaned over to start the car again inwardly groaning as he began driving again. "So," Sam said casually, a grin could be heard in the tone of his voice, "So what's the werewolf's name?"

"Not telling you,"

"I'll get it out of you," Sam grinned.

Dean rolled his eyes as he continued driving and they fell into silence again. They were driving for about half an hour when Dean noticed a black Camaro following them. "You've got to be kidding me," he mumbled.

"What?" Sam asked as he looked over at him.

"I'm hungry, next diner I see, we're pulling over."

Sam nodded as he rested back in his seat, eyes watching as his brother pulled over. Sam sighed as he threw open the passenger door and Dean followed. "Go ahead," Dean said nodding towards the diner, "I'll meet you inside."

Sam rolled his eyes but walked towards the diner. Dean waited till he saw his brother disappear inside. He glanced around the parking lot and walked over towards the Camaro that was parked a few spaces away from his the Impala. He opened the passenger side door and slid in.

The hunter didn't have a chance to talk, Derek was fisting Dean's shirt and pulling him in for a kiss. Dean let out a groan as Derek nipped at his lips. The hunter let out a gasp when he felt the lycan's hand slip under his shirt. Dean pulled away breathing harshly, "What the hell Derek?" he hissed.

Derek smirked as he licked at his bottom lip, "I wanted to say goodbye."

"So you decided to stalk me to do that?"

The lycan nodded, "Oh yeah, of course."

Dean rolled his eyes, "You know I thought we got that all done last night."

Derek shrugged, "Well, you know I'm a Werewolf, I live by a different code."

"Okay, well Mr. Werewolf, I have to go, my brother thinks we pulled over because I'm hungry."

"Well," Derek said his eyes flashing blue for a split second, "can he wait a few minutes?"

Dean groaned, "No way, he's already hounding me because I'm walking weird and because I lost my manliness to a werewolf."

The lycan exhaled loudly a hand trailing down Dean's stomach resting on the hunter's crotch, "So I take that as a yes?"

The hunter let out a shaky breathe but nodded as he pulled Derek into a kiss. Tongue and teeth clashed, "Derek," Dean gasped, "should we really be doing this here?"

Derek shook his head as he pulled back and started the car. Dean watched as they pulled out of the parking lot and they drove for a few minutes till Derek was driving them down a dirt path leading the into the woods. The lycan threw the car into park, "Back seat now," he growled eyes flashing blue.

Dean didn't need to be told twice as scrambled into the back seat. Derek following him quickly, body draped over him. Both made quick work of shedding their clothes and shoes. Dean let out a shaky breathe when Derek leaned down, teeth nipping at the bite mark that was made the night before. The hunter bucked his hips, "Fuck," the hunter yelled when their erections touched.

Derek trailed a kiss up to the hunter's neck he nipped at Deans lips and pulled back, "Suck," he ordered softly as he placed two fingers against the brunette's lips.

Dean obeyed as he darted his tongue out licking at the lycan's fingers first before sucking them into his mouth coating them with spit. Derek's eyes flashed blue again as he pulled his fingers out, "God," Dean mumbled, "Still hot," he breathed as he reached up to run a hand through Derek's hair.

Derek grinned down at him as he leaned down and pulled Dean into a soft kiss, his fingers slowly circling Dean's entrance. The hunter let out a hiss as Derek pushed his fingers in. "You're okay," Derek assured him.

"Go easy," Dean mumbled, "I'm still recovering."

The Alpha nodded, "Will you come back and see me?"

"I'll try."

Derek added a third finger and Dean let out a loud moan, "God, okay," he breathed, "Yeah, yeah, if it's like this I'll come back and see you."

"Good," Derek breathed as he pulled his fingers out lining his cock up at Dean's entrance.

Dean let out a shaky breath, "It's okay," he mumbled, "I'm ready."

Derek nodded as he slowly inched himself into the hunter. Dean groaned out in a pain, "Shh," Derek soothed.

"Fuck," Dean gasped when he felt the lycan bottom out. "Move," he breathed.

The lycan nodded as he pulled back slightly and thrusted forward, "Shit, Derek!" Dean gasped, hands going to grip at the lycan's arms.

Derek let out a rough growl as hands gripped at Dean's waist, he leaned forward, head buried in the crook of the hunter's neck. "Dean," the werewolf groaned.

The hunter bit at his lip as he thrusted his hips up to meet the lycan's. "Harder," he gasped.

Derek nodded as he increased the pace of his thrust and slammed harder into the body below him. The lycan let out a growl, "You feel good below me," he growled as he gripped Dean tighter one hand fisting the hunter's cock, "like you belong there, like you were made for me" the lycan mumbled.

Dean inhaled sharply nodding in agreement. The wolf's thrusts started to stutter and he could hear Dean nearing his orgasm. The lycan's tongue licked over the bite again causing Dean let out a throaty moan as he lifted his ups covering Derek's hand with cum. The wolf's eyes flashed blue as he bit down on the bite mark he had made before. Derek let out a howl as came inside of the hunter.

"I swear to you," Dean whispered when they separated, "if you get me pregnant, so help me Derek, I will hunt your ass down and kill you."

Derek laughed, his green eyes staring into Dean's, "Don't worry, you won't and I know for a fact that, that was a lie, you won't kill me."

"Yeah I won't."

"Besides, you're brother's going to kill you first, your phone has been ringing."

Dean rolled his eyes, "You need to stop," he mumbled as he held out his hand motioning to the werewolf to hand him his phone.

Derek grinned as he handed the hunter the electronic device, "Well stop making it a habit and getting with the things that you hunt Dean Winchester."

The hunter rolled his eyes again, "Derek Hale," he said, "shut up."

Derek grinned and let out a silent laugh when he heard the frantic yet angry voice of Sam flowing out from the electronic device. "Dean you better have a damn good reason as to why you aren't here!"

"I have a very good reason," Dean said.

The lycan was on Dean's neck again nosing at the bite, "He's busy," he said causally, knowing full well that the Dean's brother had heard him.

"Dean!" Sam yelled, "You better not be with the werewolf again!"

The older Winchester glared down at Derek, "Sam," he said, "what can I tell you, it's a habit."

Done.
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(Again, I a done, I just, I can't do it anymore, I'm sticking to Derek/Stiles or Stiles/Jackson. And that's that.).