"so, how has dean been doing? Still dating that girl, what was her name, Linda?" Derek offered, remembering how Sam's older brother who had only been two grades ahead of them in high school had been totally into his high school girlfriend.

"actually he grew a pair and finally asked Cas out." Sam said smiling, "they've been pretty much married about eight years now."

"wow, give him my congratulations." Derek said smiling, "they always had a thing."

Sam smirked, "if by thing you mean so much unresolved sexual tension they put you and that kid to shame, then yeah, they had a 'thing'"

Derek scowled, "me and Stiles don't have a 'thing', he's seventeen for gods sake."

"Dere, Cas is an angel of the lord, Dean is a hunter, I'm a hunter and you're a fucking werewolf, you're telling me that you aren't willing to date that kid because he's too young?"

"yes." Derek replied, "you have to draw boundaries somewhere."

Sam rolled his eyes, "you, are ridiculous."

"Derek, could you uh—help." Stiles squeaked, stumbling over his feet and almost sending boxes across the floor, Derek caught them in the nick of time, smiling at him.

"I see you like them clumsy." Sam said smiling, "listen, Dere its been really good seeing you but I've got to bring dean home some pie before he kills me, but give me a call sometime, bitch, I never hear from you anymore."

"whatever jerk." Derek said smiling, "ill call sometime, tell Dean he's a jerk for me." He said standing there awkwardly not really sure what he should do, when they were younger Sam and him would hug, but so much had happened since then it seemed weird to do so anymore.

"so, uh, you should come to dinner some time man. I'm sure the pack would love to have you, but as is if we don't get home soon they might just kill me and bother this guy to death." Stiles said grinning and punching Derek playfully in the arm. "seya around."

And with that, Derek had his out, "bye." He said turning to follow Stiles.

Once they were out of eyesight Stiles visibly relaxed, "I only have one question."

Derek nodded, he guessed there would probably be questions. Why had they lost contact, why was he friends with a guy who had an arsenal full of weapons that could actually kill him, so on and so forth.

"am I attractive to bi guys?" Stiles asked "cause that's like—just as important as being attractive to gay guys, except maybe more because then we can lay around talking about chicks too." He pondered with a grin on his face, "yeah, even more important."

Derek rolled his eyes, "I can't speak for every Bi guy in the world Stiles, that wouldn't be fair."

"I guess that's true." Stiles replied, "not everyone can be Lydia Martin, attractive to people of all race, sex, orientation, age and occupation."

"I don't think Lydia is attractive." Derek supplied, fidgeting with the keys to the Camaro, "so I guess she's not attractive to everyone."

"what about me,"

"Stiles we just went trough this, I cant speak on behalf of every bisexual person on the planet." Derek huffed, shoving the food into the trunk.

"just you, I just want to know if you, derek hale, think I'm attractive." Stiles said, nerves radiating off of him in waves, overwhelming and pungent; Almost enough to choke him.

He stood there a moment, looking at him. Not because Derek needed to know what Stiles looked like to tell him if he found him attractive, he already had every look cataloged, every smile, quirk of the eyebrow, and stupid expression that Stiles' face ever made. He stood there, trying to figure out if Stiles could handle the answer.

"ask me again later." He replied.

"what—no man you don't get to do that shit. You're not a magic 8 ball you don't just get to go, hmm, don't want to answer this question right now because 'I'm afraid Stiles will start crying all over the leather of my car so ill just tell him he's ugly later'- I get enough of that shit from Danny, would someone just fucking tell me if I am as unattractive to men as I am to women?"

Stiles' face turned a bright red, flushing with all the anger that had filled him just a moment ago, and just like it came, it went away.

"sorry, that was uncalled for, I'm just gonna go." He said shoving his hands back into his pocket and walking in the other direction of a stunned Derek Hale.

Derek stood there, he didn't really know for how long, he wasn't sure when he got into his car and drove it home except that the pack had been upset about his late arrival when he stumbled in and pointed to the food before heading upstairs.

Never, in the two years he had known Stiles had he ever seen the kid get that mad at anyone. He had seen anger, he had seen him almost murder, he had seen his friends get kidnapped and the kid make more than one Molotov cocktail on a good day. But never before had he seen Stiles look so ready to explode, and it had been his fault.

"what's wrong?"

Isaac's words snapped Derek to attention.

"nothing, just go eat." Derek replied, pushing himself off of his bed that he didn't remember sitting down on.

"its not nothing." Isaac countered, "is it Stiles?"

Of course they all knew, Derek hadn't really been the best at hiding his stupid crush on the kid, he figured the only one who didn't know was probably Stiles himself, who now thought that Derek found him repulsive and had stormed away in a huff.

"even if it was, it wouldn't change that its nothing, go eat." Derek said pushing him lightly out the door, "uh, thanks though."

Isaac nodded, slipping back down the stairs to the rest of the pack.

Derek had a feeling, that I'm sorry wasn't really going to cut it.