Ok, I'm so so so so so sorry this took so long. I've gone back to school and I'm doing my A-levels now, and I already have so much work to do for it. But I hope you enjoy this chapter, and please review, It makes me happy. :) I'll try and upload as soon as I can.


Stiles felt a warm hand tap his lightly, and the noise of the canteen flooded back.

He'd been completely out of it for pretty much the whole day so far, listening to the demon's soft voice in the back of his head, promising him what ever he wanted, money, power, Derek. Stiles never cared about money, but power was always something that got his attention. He just wanted to be able to do something, when your best friend is a werewolf, and is suddenly much better at everything, it was a slight kick in the balls to all the 'puny' humans around him. It wasn't that he was desperate to control people and become psychotic like Peter Hale had, he was just desperate to help in a way that involved something a little more physical than research. And then there was Derek. God, he wanted Derek, he'd never had the confidence to do anything, because Derek was so obviously straight, but now Stiles wasn't so sure. He'd always known deep down that guys were the one that got his heart racing, and resulted in a lot of awkward moments during puberty. But he'd convinced himself that he was in love with Lydia, sure he thought she was beautiful, gorgeous more like, but trying to think of her in a sexual way just didn't do it for him.

"Wakey wakey, Stiles." Allison laughed, pulling her hand away from his, she leaned forward and looked into his eyes frowning, "Are you okay? You seem really distracted," she muttered softly, worry clear in her features.

Stiles rolled his eyes, and smirked, "It's because I'm not talking constantly and annoying everyone, isn't it?" Stiles had discovered pretty quickly that if he didn't talk non-stop everyone automatically presumed something was wrong, normally they'd be right, but sometimes he just wanted to think, and not out loud like usual.

Allison laughed again, "You don't annoy everyone," she said, with a little too much emphasis on the everyone for Stiles' liking. Stiles frowned, "I mean, don't annoy anyone," Allison quickly corrected her self.

Stiles' raised an eyebrow, then laughed, "Trust me, I'm fine, actually I'm just going to go to the restroom, I'll see you in class." Stiles got up and walked out of the canteen, he could feel Allison's eyes on his back as he walked away.

Derek opened the door to the veterinary clinic, stepped in out of the dark and was met with the sound of intense barking, he winced at the noise and step towards the counter.

Deaton leaned around the corner, and smiled, "I'll be with you in a second, I just have to deal with a Doberman." Derek nodded once, and began to drum his fingers against the reception desk, impatient already. Deaton walked out into the reception after about five minuets, "What do you need?" He asked Derek after flipping around the open sign on the door.

Derek took a deep breath, "What do you know about Demons? More specifically, exorcisms and a knife that can kill demons."

The Vet raised his eyebrows, "Demons? Hmmm." He frowned and walked away towards the Consulting Room, Derek followed after him and watched as he looked through rows of glass jars and bottles taking three out. "Ok, so we have Goofer Dust, that's mainly used to keep away hellhounds not demons, but normally if you have a strong enough demon, you'll have a hellhound or two nearby." He glanced at Derek to make sure he was keeping up and Derek nodded. "Hellhounds are basically the pitbulls of hell, just a lot more aggressive. I'm not sure how they'd react to a werewolf though. How powerful is this demon?"

Derek frowned, "I don't know, I think it's gone, at least I can't smell it anymore." It was true that Stiles sort of smelled like Stiles again, but that didn't mean the demon wasn't possessing someone else in Beacon Hills, and that meant stiles was still at risk, Derek couldn't allow that.

Deaton nodded, "Who was being possessed?" He asked, the werewolf just shook his head, "Fine," the vet sighed, "With demon's you have holy water, which burns like acid, and salt. Put a circle of that on the floor, step inside and no demon can cross."

Derek nodded again, you could injure demons and keep them and their pets away. "How do you kill one?"

"Kill? I was going to actually suggest an exorcism, killing a demon with the knife kills the host as well." Deaton took a pen out of his pocket, grabbed some paper and wrote down the exorcism.

Derek pulled the paper away from him as soon as he'd finished writing and frowned at the Latin, he'd already read something like this in the book Erica had threw at him, however this one seemed simpler. "How many different exorcism are there? Because I read one similar to this."

The Veterinarian nodded, "There are many exorcisms, this is the most simple, but it won't work on high level demons like Lilith. Also, since you want to know about the knife, I'll tell you what I know. It was stolen from hell by a demon, I believe her name was Ruby-"

"So, I just need to find Ruby and get the knife? That going to be a little difficult since she's a demon as well," Derek interrupted with a growl.

"Well, if you'd learned how to wait until someone has finished talking I would have told you about how Ruby doesn't have the knife anymore. A hunter named Sam Winchester owns it now. I don't know where he is, but I'll look. And if you do go see him, be careful. He is not to be messed with." Derek snorted, he could deal with one hunter, he was an alpha afterall. "Derek. I'm serious. Sam Winchester has killed hundreds of supernatural creatures, and almost as many demons. Plus he's even more dangerous now he's looking for his brother."

Derek eyes widened, "Hundreds?" Derek knew hunters were aggressive, but killing hundreds of creatures, was just shocking. "Why? And what happened to his brother?"

Deaton shrugged, "That's just the way he was brought up. No one really knows what happened to his brother. I'll find his address. I'll tell Scott to tell you when I've found it so you can come back in."

Derek nodded once, picked up the three items on the table and walked out.

Stiles glanced at the alarm clock by his bed, 11:15pm, it wasn't too late, not for him anyway. He shut off his computer and pushed away from the desk his chair rolling back to his bed. He stood up and pulled his shirt off as he walked towards the light switch. Stiles felt himself being shoved roughly face first into the wall, then flipped over so he was staring at a very attractive sour wolf.

"Careful, I bruise easily," Stiles groaned, his heart race beginning to pick up.

Derek pushed himself hard against the younger boy, his lips at his neck, "Don't pretend you don't love it," Derek whispered.

"That depends on how you define love," Stiles gasped, trying to concentrate on anything that wasn't Derek's tongue along his neck.

"There's really only one definition," Derek chuckled, ducking his head to suck on where he could hear Stiles' pulse strong and fast.

Stiles whimpered his eyes rolling back into his head, his jeans getting tighter, "There are many different types of love though."

Derek pulled away, letting his eyes run down the younger boys torso, he groaned softly. He moved his hand to the back of Stiles' neck, stepping away from the wall and dragging him along, Derek pushed Stiles' towards the bed and quickly removed his shirt.

"No more talking, ok? Unless it's to tell me how much you like all the stuff I'm going to do to you."