Stiles was running around the house in his underwear. His flight was at 5pm and it was currently 9am. He couldn't find any pants and he knew was going to forget something because he always did and his dad always had to send it to him. He grabbed the closest piece of clothing to him and shoved it on. He buttoned them up and then looked down…swimming shorts…why are these even out? He didn't even bring these. He whirled around when he heard chuckling behind him, his dad was leaning against the doorframe clearly judging his choice in clothing.

"You're going to wear shorts on your flight to New York?"

"I wasn't going to but I can't find any trousers."

"Did you check your suitcase?"

"No because I left out all my trousers last night before I went to Jungle."

"I know. But you also came in at half one and angrily packed while mumbling about angry eyebrows and leather jackets."

"Ooooh. Yeah Danny totally left me last night."

"For eyebrows and a leather jacket."

"Well we got there danced for like an hour and then at like 12 he spotted this dude across the dance floor who was like blatantly staring at us, well Danny, and then Danny just went over to him and they talked a bit, pointed over to me, clearly Danny telling him I'm just the wingman and then they danced for like an hour then just left. He left me so I drank my drinks then got a taxi home."

"Did you text Danny to make sure he's safe?"

"Yeah of course Dad, Danny always use's condoms."

"Stiles. I meant his safety, because he's going home with a stranger."

"Oooh. No. I mean the guy didn't look dangerous just intimidating with those angry eyebrows and his leather jacket."

"You're really sticking to this angry eyebrows and leather jacket thing."

"Because that's all I can describe him as."

"Was he attractive?"

"Hell yeah the guy was smoking but I don't know why that matters?"

"Maybe your upset that Danny went home with him."

"Oh Dad please you know I love being with Heather."

"I know I know, but sometimes I worry about you."

"I thought you loved Heather."

"I didn't say I didn't, I just never thought she was the one."

"And what you think angry eyebrows and leather jacket could be?"

"Obviously not Stiles. I just thought you and her were always gonna be friends."

"I get it dad I do. But believe it or not I do love Heather and she loves me."

"Alright I'm sorry for bringing it up, now hurry up and get dressed you don't want to miss your flight."

"It's only nine Dad, I think I'll make it."

"It's eleven Stiles your clock's stopped again."

"Oh shit." Stiles heard his dad laughing as he walked away from his room and he rushed around to make sure he had everything, he still had to have lunch with Scott and then drive to the airport which was a good hour away.

"Dad can you please help me carry everything out to the car?"

"Sorry son, no heavy lifting doctor's orders." Stiles rolled his eyes but grabbed his bags and dropped them at the top of the stairs before double checking his room. Once he was satisfied he had forgot nothing he started making the trips out to the car all the while glaring at his father who was smiling at him over the top of his paper. Stiles came back in and sat in front of him.

"All packed?"

"Yes thank you."

"Good. Now I've got the whole day off and I know you want to go see Scott and get the last of the gossip on Danny so let's go."

"I don't care about Danny gossip."

"Okay then, we'll just skip the coffee shop."

"No! Okay fine I need the gossip dad!"

"I know come on, we'll leave now. Got your ticket, passport and whatever else you might need."

"Yep it's all in my carry on." John stood up and grabbed his keys, Stiles followed him out the door and they locked up and got in the car.

"Remember the good old days?"

"You mean those few times I had to put you in the back?"

"Oh look at that you know it seems I just forgot the good old days."

"I bet you did." John smirked over at Stiles and pulled out of the drive. Not even 15 minutes later they were parking just outside of the coffee shop and Stiles had practically jumped out the car and straight in to the shop door. John chuckled as he locked his door and walked over and pulled the coffee door open for his son. "It's not a push door."

"Thanks but I just remembered."

"Before or after it hit you in the face?"

"Someone remembered their funny pills this morning."

"You had to get your dry sense of humour from somewhere."

"Great." Stiles walked in ahead of his dad and nearly face planted the floor when a big ball of joy hit him.

"Scott…can't…breathe."

"Sorry. Sorry. I just really wish you didn't have to go."

"I know man but it's all gonna be okay and then I'll be back for summer anyway."

"Yeah I guess and me and Allison could totally come visit you!"

"Of course you can, you know I'd love to have you both over, as long as this time everyone stays dressed in the kitchen, or my living room, or the hallway." Scott threw him a sheepish smile and moved back to sit with Allison. Stiles dad followed him, probably to talk to Scott about becoming a vet or how they were handling living together. Stiles walked over to the counter to find both Erica and Danny standing there with his coffee in front of them.

"What did you do?"

"Okay well last night when I went over to talk to Derek…"

"Eyebrows and leather?"

"Yeah that's Derek. Well he was kind of not looking at me."

"Oh was he looking at the bartender?"

"No you idiot he was looking at you!"

"Me?! But he was so him and I'm so me!"

"I know. But I explained that you had a girlfriend and I was available."

"Wait why are you telling me?"

"Because we thought we'd believe it more if maybe you guys had met before."

"We've never met."

"So he really was just interested in you."

"Wow. That's quite the confidence boost. Awesome."

"So you're not mad that I took him or anything?"

"Dude of course not your single I'm not, seems fair." Danny smiled then whirled around to look at Erica.

"I told you he wouldn't care!"

"Well you still could of give him the option to cheat!"

"Why do you keep saying that, we all know he's not the type!"

"I am saying that because I've seen Derek and pretty sure everyone would want to be with that, with someone or not. Plus we all know Stiles and Heather won't last."

"I'm right here! 1. I never would have cheated with Derek no matter how damn attractive he was. 2. Me and Heather could last!"

"Oh sweetie." Erica patted his hand and then walked in to the back room probably to call Boyd and tell him of the hilariousness that is Stiles Stilinski.

"Danny, you think we'll last right?"

"Sure buddy."

"Despite the dimples you're a terrible liar. So what happened with eyebrows?"

"Derek."

"It's better if I call him eyebrows."

"Well we had really great sex and then he kicked me out of his apartment at like 8am."

"Why?"

"He had a flight to catch at 1 or something."

"Flight to where?"

"New York."

"No way. That's so weird, oh man imagine if I had slept with him, awkward one night stand when you're both going to New York the next day."

"Well I guess it's just lucky that I got there instead."

"Yeah real lucky. Anyway I gotta go for lunch, thank you for the coffee, and your welcome for the great sex."

"I'm sorry?"

"Well dude he was looking at me and if I wasn't taken then I might have shown him a thing or two!"

"Whatever Stiles, thanks for Derek." Stiles beamed at him and then grabbed his coffee. He walked over to his dad and sure enough he was grilling Scott on becoming a vet and telling him how proud he was. Stiles pushed them out of the shop and threw a wave back to Allison as she giggled at Scott trying to blow her kisses. Once outside Scott straightened up and smiled at Stiles.

"So where do you wanna eat?"

"Like we would go anywhere but my favourite diner."

"You hate the diner; you just love the curly fries."

"There the curliest!" Scott and John rolled their eyes and then took off towards the diner. Stiles followed behind and he knew he was skipping a little but curly fries.

Stiles ordered as many portions of fries as he could handle at the diner and laughed with his dad and Scott about what they would be doing while he was gone.

"So actually I wanted to talk to you guys."

"Oh god this isn't good!"

"Stiles shut up. Actually I wanted to tell you both that I am planning on proposing to Allison."

"No way!"

"It's about time son."

"Thanks. And Stiles obviously I want you to be my best man , and Sheriff I was wondering if you would kind of take up the position of dad. You wouldn't have to do anything, just escort my mom there and dance with her and you know sit at our table."

"Dude of course I'll be best man!"

"I'd love to Scott." Stiles could see him trying to hold back those tears.

"Thanks guys. It means so much to me that you're both a part of it. You and my mom are my family."

"Well atleast one of my sons is getting married."

"How did this become about me getting married? I could propose!"

"Stiles you and Heather aren't gonna get married."

"Scott!?"

"Sorry." Stiles glared at them both until his dad threatened to not take him to the airport then he just ordered another portion of curly fries. Scott was paying anyway, revenge was tasty. After about an hour Stiles really wanted to get to the airport so they said their goodbyes and Scott waved off Stiles and his dad. The car ride was pretty quiet and Stiles was happy to just sit in the car with his dad. Sooner than he would have liked they were pulling up outside the airport. Stiles looked over at his dad and smiled.

"I'll miss you dad."

"It's been fun having you home kiddo."

"Thanks for bringing me here and please try not to get shot while I'm gone."

"Don't worry Melissa is gonna take good care of me."

"I don't want to know dad." John glared at Stiles and Stiles just smiled as he threw his arms around his dad. His dad chuckled and then hugged him back.

"Okay I have to go but I love you."

"I love you too." They both climbed out of the car and walked round to the back. John pulled out Stiles bags and put them on the path before pulling Stiles in to a hug.

"You know it was really nice having you home."

"It was nice being home. You know you can come visit me in New York."

"I know and I will." Stiles released his dad and smiled at him. Stiles moved around to his bags and he picked them and made his way in to the airport. He gave one final look over his shoulder and waved his dad off. Okay he was a grown man he did not cry when his dad drove away like a child. He. Did. Not. Okay he did a little. Stiles went through the usual airport routine and after a few hours found himself waiting at his gate. Stiles looked around at all the people, there was a lot more people than he was expecting, he's pretty sure the woman mentioned something about earlier flights canc…holy shit is that Danny's sex friend. Crap what was his name…Edward no wait your associating the E with eyebrows! D something…Dean! That doesn't sound right…Shit he's coming this way…oh look a magazine! Stiles opened the magazine and opened it in front of his face; he looked over the top to see Dean? walking right past him. Stiles let out a sigh of relief and then he was being called to board the plane. Stiles grabbed his carry on and made his way to the line, he looked around and noticed what's his name was five people behind him. Stiles tried to will the line to go faster and when he managed to get through he tried to rush round people to get to his seat without the dude noticing him. He really did not want the awkward hello's while thinking oh my god you totally fucked my friend last night but apparently you wanted me and Erica might be right about the cheating thing because holy crap your even better looking up close, yeah those conversations were always awkward. Stiles got to the plane and handed the attendant his ticket, he smiled at told Stiles his seat was through the curtains; 43A. Stiles hurried down and put his bag in the overheard compartment before settling in his seat. Window seat! Nice! Stiles looked up as a man moved in beside him and he smiled. Stiles was about to put his headphones in when he noticed Danny's guy come through the curtains, oh god please do not sit in 43C, keep walking please…no…no…oh god why do you hate me? What did I ever do to you? Was it because of that one time I accidently kicked a puppy, it was an accident and I didn't see him. Dean? took his seat in 43C and Stiles put up his hood and put in his headphones. He just had to hide the whole flight and then everything would be fine.

Everything was not fine! The guy in the middle had moved seats, Dean? was sleeping probably tired from all that fucking and Stiles really needed to go to the bathroom. He could probably climb over him and get to the bathroom. Okay this would be easy, he just had to get over him and not touch him at all. He put up his hood, threw on his sunglasses because he did not want this guy recognizing him and then stood up. He was bent a little awkwardly due to the overhead compartment but he shimmied along. He tried to put one leg over Dean's? legs and did a mental celebration as his foot touched the floor. He smiled over at the other people on the plane.

"What are you doing?" Stiles startled at the growl in Dean's? voice and ended up sitting in his lap with his back to his chest. Stiles shifted so that he could look at the guy.

"Heeeey Dude."

"Don't call me dude. And why are you still in my lap?"

"Oh my god!" Stiles tried to push himself up but he ended up pushing down on to the guys balls as he flailed off the seat. The guy grunted a lot and his hands flew to his crotch, Stiles eyes went wide and he ran down to the attendant.

"Do you have some ice? I accidently just hit a guy in the balls!" The attendant managed to hand Stiles a cup of ice and a cloth before her and the other attendants started to laugh to each other. Stiles ran back down the plane to what's his name and put the ice in the cloth before thrusting it in to his crotch.

"Give me the ice." The guy glared at Stiles and spoke through gritted teeth and Stiles released the quick made ice pack before rushing to the bathroom. Stiles stared at himself in the small bathroom mirror and realised he still had his sunglasses on. He pulled them off and splashed some water on his face, way to not be noticed Stiles. Stiles quickly went to the toilet and then washed his hands before putting his glasses back on and hood back up. Maybe he could sink in to the seat and pretend like it never happened. Stiles went back to the seat and the guy stood as soon as he saw him. Stiles smiled in thanks and sat in his seat. He glanced towards the guy a few times before the guy turned to glare at him.

"What?"

"I'm really sorry about the mini lap dance, and the ball thing, and the thrusting of the ice thing."

"It's fine."

"Okay good." Stiles was going to say more but the guy just put his chair a little further back and closed his eyes. Okay guess that was the end of that. Stiles closed his eyes as well and decided to just sleep for the rest of the flight.

A few hours later when Stiles was woken up by the flight attendant to say they'd landed, Dean was gone but Stiles seatbelt was done up, there was a pillow under his head and someone had gotten his bag down for him.