Stiles hummed softly to himself, absentmindedly tapping his fingers on the edge of his laptop as his iPod finished synching the new songs onto it. He was planning on going for a run and doing a bit of training in the training field they had hidden out in the woods behind their house. It was Thursday, after school. Most people were at sports practices or club meetings; but, Stiles was not one for school spirit. He had only been there a few weeks, after all. They were getting close to Halloween, something that made Stiles smirk a bit. It was his favorite holiday. Kids and adults dressing up as the things that go bump in the night without even knowing they really exist? It was a playground for the supernatural; and, it was a hunter's easiest night.
Once the music player was done, Stiles grabbed the holster he generally wore under a jacket and shrugged it on, making sure that the handgun in it had the safety on and the knife in the other side was sheathed right. The last thing he needed was to get injured while training. Dean would never let him live it down. At least Cas could heal him if it was serious. Stiles then turned on the iPod and locked the keys, shoving it into his back pocket. His earbuds went in then, and the teen made his way outside.
Target practice, first, and once he had successfully got all targets in one go, he put the gun up. He stilled, though, and tensed a little, sensing someone or something behind him. Stiles slowly reached over to grab the knife out of his holster and removed it without making any sudden movements. The teen spun around just in time to bring the blade to his attacker's neck as he was tackled to the ground. He grunted as he landed, and Derek smirked down at him as the man said, "You hesitated."
"Of course I hesitated," replied Stiles with a laugh as he lowered the blade, dropping it aside. "It was you, and killing you is really not on the agenda, y'know."
"Maybe for you."
Derek arched a brow and the teen rolled his eyes before tugging the man down in order to kiss him firmly. Stiles had been training with Derek almost every day that week, even joining in with the pack the day before. It had been awkward at first, but the moment that Isaac had declared he liked Stiles, that was basically the end of that. Stiles and Scott had bonded over some video game that Derek could care less about. He was just glad that Stiles got along well with the pack. He was still cautious, never letting Stiles anywhere near the pack home; but, nobody really blamed him. A part of him knew that even Stiles would not blame him if he knew the full story behind Kate.
"You're heavy," Stiles mumbled, half-heartedly pushing on Derek's chest after a few moments, but Derek didn't budge. He laughed softly and smirked a little. "You're distracting me. Go play with your pups."
"I'd rather talk to you," replied Derek, making Stiles fall silent for a few moments.
The teen laughed softly and smiled, leaning up enough to steal another kiss from the elder male. "Okay, so talk," replied Stiles, smiling softly.
Derek started to reply, only he tensed a little and glanced over his shoulder, making Stiles lean up enough to do the same, and they saw Sam standing there, arms crossed over his chest with a raised brow. "Uh... hi?" Stiles said with a soft, awkward laugh, ruffling his hair a little as Derek moved so he was no longer on top of the teen.
"You must be Derek," Sam said as the other two got up and Stiles grabbed his knife to put back in the holster. "Should join us for dinner, it's just now done."
Derek glanced at Stiles, who smiled slightly, and then agreed to stay, which made Sam nod and head back to the house, telling them to come on. "They're going to test you," Stiles informed Derek as they slowly started to follow after. "There's a line of salt along the door frame, we'll have silver utensils, and they'll slip some holy water into your drink."
"They take no chances, do they?" Derek replied with an amused smirk, knowing none of those things would affect him, luckily. The last thing they needed was the Winchesters trying to kill him.
Stiles shook his head a little, smirking as well. "`M their only nephew. It comes with the territory." He shrugged slightly and smiled as Derek took his hand just before they went into the house, stepping over the threshold and over the line of salt that was practically unnoticeable. If Derek had not been told it would be there, he never would have noticed.
"Who's this?" questioned Dean as the two of them entered the kitchen. He recognized the man with Stiles as being the owner of the awesome Camaro, and he knew that Derek was the guy that Stiles was seeing, but since he had not been officially introduced, he felt the need to ask.
Stiles rolled his eyes and started to help Sam set the table. "Dean, Sam, this is Derek," Stiles introduced, smiling over at the alpha, both of them finding great amusement in the fact that neither of the brothers had any idea.
Dean let out a soft sound of acknowledgment with a nod, looking Derek up and down. "So, what exactly are your intentions with Stiles?"
"Dean!" Stiles groaned and set a glass down at the places he was setting for himself and Derek. "We're not having this discussion."
"I like spending time with him," Derek answered with a shrug and a faint smile as Stiles looked over at him. "My intentions are to continue to enjoy spending time with him and to get to know him more."
Stiles rolled his eyes fondly, but could not keep from smiling as they all sat down, despite Dean's look of disbelief. Sam mimicked Stiles' eye rolling and fixed a pointed look on his brother as he said, "You're not exactly Mr. Innocent yourself, Dean. Give them a break. Where's Cas?"
"Probably interrogating the neighbor's cat again," answered Stiles with a shrug only to jump when Castiel suddenly appeared at his side, giving him some juice to have with his food. "Jeeze. Cas, warning?"
"Where did he come from?" Derek asked, arching a brow. He knew that Stiles had said that he had lived with an angel, and he had pretty much figured out that the weird guy who had been having a staring contest with the cat outside the McCalls' was the angel that Stiles had mentioned. However, he was supposedly unaware of that stuff, and was supposed to believe that Stiles' uncles worked for the government or something.
Dean and Sam stumbled over making up some excuse while Castiel calmly responded, "I was making juice." Everyone looked from Castiel to the orange juice he had poured into each of their glasses while the angel took a seat next to dean. "What is wrong? Do you not like it?"
"No, Cas, it's great," replied Stiles with a soft laugh and a smile.
As they ate, Sam and Dean asked Derek some questions that Stiles already knew the answer to. He lived in house across town (though Stiles had never been there, which had to be clarified, apparently), he worked part time even though he did not have to for a long while with the inheritance and insurance money building in a trust fund and he was taking online classes to continue his education. Dean was impressed of Derek's knowledge of cars. Sam was impressed that he was taking the time to go to school. Stiles was impressed that neither of them had any clue that they were sharing a table with a werewolf.
Dinner was filled with light conversation, and once they were finished, the dishes done by Derek and Stiles, the younger of the two walked with Derek out to the Camaro outside. Stiles had not even stopped to think about how Derek had gotten there earlier. He guessed the guy showed up while Sam and Dean had been in town still. Stiles leaned against the car, Derek's hands resting on his hips while standing close, and he said, "So, that wasn't completely terrible. It was a bit awkward, but eh... You should stop taunting them, though. They're going to figure it out."
"Could have been worse," Derek commented, smirking a little as he gently squeezed Stiles hips.
The teen poked Derek's chest harshly at the avoidance of not taunting Sam and Dean, but smiled in amusement. "You're terrible," he replied, shaking his head a little. He rolled his eyes a little a moment later as Derek's gaze went over his shoulder back toward the house. "One of them is looking out the window, right?"
"Dean." Derek nodded a little, smirking slightly to himself when the mentioned man realized that his not-so-subtle watching spot had been discovered and he moved away from the window. Derek then looked back to Stiles. "I should go. Pack stuff."
Stiles nodded a little, but did not let Derek pull away any, not that Stiles could have really stopped the guy if Derek had honestly wanted to move. "Tomorrow. Pick me up at seven."
"Demanding."
"You like it." Stiles grinned as Derek leaned in to kiss him firmly instead of speaking, the teen absently grabbing a hold of the front of Derek's shirt.
Stiles sighed contentedly into the lingering kiss as it deepened slightly, though neither one pushed it to be farther than that. It was nice, and Stiles got great pleasure out of the fact he knew at least Dean was inside freaking out. Derek chuckled at something, glancing toward the house, as the kiss broke before smirking at Stiles. "Dean's going to attack you with questions," the man stated, smiling faintly at Stiles' eye roll in response.
"Yeah, yeah, and you get to avoid it. Lucky bastard." Stiles smirked in amusement, however, as he nudged Derek away so he could stand up straight and move away from the car. "Seven. Don't be late." With a cheeky grin and a wave, Stiles headed back toward the house, only going inside once Derek had actually driven off. All-in-all, it was a good but completely awkward night. Stiles smiled to himself as he went inside, ignoring Dean's slew of questions. Despite it all, he was really falling hard and fast for the elder male. It should have been more scary than it was, but Stiles could not keep from smiling.
When Derek got to the house, the rest of the pack was there already, including Allison and her father, Chris Argent. Derek's brow rose and Chris motioned for him to join the others in the living room. "What's going on?" asked Derek as he leaned against the brick fireplace that was at the front of the room.
Chris sighed and ruffled his hair absentmindedly before he frowned a little as he said, "Well, there's another problem. There's some new hunters in town. They follow a different code than us. The-"
"Winchesters," Derek interrupted with a nod, smirking faintly as he crossed his arms over his chest.
Everyone else looked completely confused, though Chris nodded a little at Derek. The alpha did not miss the man's almost adoring look as Chris thought about the hunters, looking toward the Betas. "What's so special about these hunters?" questioned Isaac as he cuddled up to Jackson's side, resting his head on the other teen's shoulder.
"Remember when I told you about Purgatory?" he questioned, waiting until he received nods in answer before continuing, "those two alone put about half of its' residents there."
There was a low whistle from Boyd and Lydia looked completely unimpressed. Chris looked around at the others in complete shock at how unaffected they seemed as a whole. He was about to chastise them when Derek interrupted with a statement that had the man looking at the alpha as if he was completely insane. "I'm seeing their nephew," Derek stated calmly.
Chris stumbled over his words before he finally got out, "Do you have a death wish, Derek? Those two will-"
"Shoot first, ask questions later, I know. Stiles told me."
"Whoa, wait," stated Scott, sitting up a little more fully while finally tearing his gaze away from Allison. "My new best friend is related to these people? Badass."
Chris glared over at Scott while Allison giggled behind her hand. "None of you are comprehending how dangerous this is. They could wipe out the entire pack with minimal effort. Protecting Stiles is their top goal anymore, and the moment they find out that you're werewolves, they will not hesitate to kill all of you," Chris said exasperatedly. He was trying to get it through their thick heads just how dangerous the situation is. "These are the types of hunters that see the world in one way; there's humans, and then there's not. Demons, werewolves, vampires, witches... all types of beings die after an encounter with the Winchesters simply because they exist. There is no code. Sam is more empathetic toward ones like you, the ones who don't hurt people; but, Dean? He's trigger happy."
"They also have no idea about us," Derek said from his spot in the darkening corner. "I had dinner with them and their little angel friend tonight. They tested me with a salt line, holy water, and silver," the wolves smirked a bit, "but nothing that would give us away. They think I'm human."
That seemed to dispel any worries for that moment, though Scott did notice that Derek was still a bit on edge. If the alpha was still going to be cautious, than so was he. Chris sighed heavily, ruffling his already mussed hair before he said, "Be careful. The last thing we need is a bunch of rowdy hunters showing up and disrupting the peace here."
Derek nodded a little, sending a fixed look to the Betas, who all seemed to understand that even though they were taking the news light-heartedly, they were not to underestimate these hunters. "Did we ever figure out what was in the woods?" he questioned since nobody had filled him in on anything.
Lydia sighed, examining her nails as Chris asked what they were talking about. "There's something in the woods. We don't know what it is, and Deaton's not been in town to get back to us. It's some kind of smoky thing," she stated, flicking her hair back out of her eyes.
"Smoky thing? Like... a pillar of black smoke?" asked Chris slowly, looking over the others in the room. He seemed to tense when he received a nod in answer and he closed his eyes with a sigh. "A demon. It's a demon. Stay out of that part of the woods. We've not... we're not equipped to handle demons. That's-"
"What a Winchester is for," Derek stated, lowly enough that it was almost missed, especially by the humans in the room.
