After Dean begs Stiles to go on one date. Stiles gives in. He just wanted his phone to stop vibrating. They haven't done anything since the motel. Stiles fails to convince himself that this was a one day event. He wanted Dean, even to the point where he had reoccurring wetdreams. He was too old for them. He only had them for one other man. Derek. Guilt rushes over him and eventually drowns him to the point where he can't sleep.
The group ends up in a small town in Colorado. Because Stiles live in California he never been to a mountain slope. At least a real one, in his opinion. He suggests that this be the next stop. He wanted to get away from the heat for a while, and he can be free from all of the two couples.
"Stiles," Allison groans. "I understand you're heart is sub-zero cold. But coming here is a bit much."
"Allison, this is why we told you to buy a coat or snow suit." Stiles parks the car in the resort's parking lot. "Besides, this beats that smelly ass hotel in Arizona."
Allison steps out the car in a snow suit. She shivers as she gets her things in the trunk. She dashes to the front entrance of the lobby. Stiles follows her lead.
"We can check in while we for the rest to show up." Allison suggests.
Stiles and Allison checks in. They walk to room 301. Stiles unlocks the door and barges into the room. They both pause in awe. The suite was huge. Five bedrooms, a deluxe living room with a wall mounted TV, a loveseat with a full sofa, three giant sized bathrooms. It was a hell of an upgrade from the motel, and they were there for an entire week.
Allison picks her room and shuts the door for a much needed warm nap. Stiles picks his room and does the same. Knocks at the door wake Stiles out his sleep. He wipes the drool from his face. The knocks continue.
"I'm coming. I'm coming." Stiles zombies his way to the door.
Stiles swings open the door. Dean stands there with his bags looking like a GQ model. Stiles stands in awe. This is the man that wanted him and he was fine and it was getting harder to say no to him. Even thought all of his body parts, even his brain was saying 'yes'.
"Come in." Stiles steps to the side. "You woke me up out of my sleep."
"We have a date any ways." Dean says taking off his coat. He strips his clothes and throw them at Stiles.
"Dude, you don't have to throw your dirty drawers," he picks up Dean's underwear. "At me."
Dean disappears into the bathroom. Stiles tosses the clothes in Dean's bag. Dean phone vibrates. Stiles isn't the one to be... he was totally nosey. Cass' name appears on the screen with a picture of him. The man was gorgeous. His blue eyes spews innocence with a speckle of mischief. The man looks like an angel. The phone stops vibrating and the picture disappears.
Dean shatters Stiles' eardrums with his obnoxious shower singing. Stiles covers his hears, but the noise seeps through his fingers and bangs on his eardrums.
"Really." Stiles swipes his phone from the nightstand and treks into the living room. Allison devours a pint of Rock Road ice cream. Stiles wave before making his way to her space. He stands there awkward, hands in his pocket. She gazes at him waiting for him to speak, and he does want to speak, but what to say? Then before his brain had time to stop his mouth from moving he speaks.
"If you eat much more of that ice cream you won't be able to get Scott back." He hadn't realized what he said until she held the spoon into her mouth. Isaac wings open his and Sam's door. Isaac barely sticks his head out of the door. He didn't want to witness Stiles' death.
"Why would you say that to a woman?" Isaac speaks barely above a whisper. "Ever."
Allison maneuvers the spoon through her fingers as she provides Stiles with an intense glare. Stiles swallows so hard his Adam's apple wobbles.
"I didn't... I mean... My bad..." Stiles trips over his words. Words spill from his brain right onto the floor.
"Stilinski, you have about two seconds to run," she says. "Before I jam this spoon down your throat." She smiles.
Stiles runs back into his and Dean's room. He never understood why him and Dean was sharing a room if there was an extra room for Dean to have to himself. This was something that Stiles would ask when Allison wasn't out for blood. He didn't understand why what he said was so horrible. I mean she wanted Scott back didn't she? Or was it the... oh. Now he knows what Isaac was talking about.
"I'm sorry for being such a jerk." Stiles cracks open the door to find Allison sitting on the couch eating her ice cream. "You shouldn't have to stay any way for a guy to notice you." Stiles cracks open the door a little more. "You are fine the way you are."
"Thanks." She pats the side of empty seat. Stiles treks over to her direction.
"You should give Dean an honest chance." She gives Stiles another pint of ice cream and a spoon. "I know he's a little older and seems very guarded, but maybe some one like you could..." She gazes at Stiles. "Loosen him up. Allow him to be the person he wants to be."
Stiles pop open the top. He takes a huge spoon of ice cream and inserts it into his mouth. His teeth froze as well as his brain. Stiles holds his head trying to alleviate the pain. Allison bursts out laughing. This was his one downfall, Cookies and Cream ice cream. This happens every single time. Allison knew this weakness. Oh she's in trouble if the brain freeze ever ends. Feels like time is purposely slowing down to milliseconds to see him suffer. FINALLY! The brain freeze ends.
Allison exposes a cheeky smile. The smile melts Stiles' heart. He couldn't get revenge on a girl who has a smile like hers. She got the one free pass. Allison and Stiles lock eyes until Dean comes into the living room with just a towel on. Stiles steals glances at Dean's half naked body. Although they had sex a bunch of times, Stiles still love the surprise of what was underneath the towel. Allison covers her eyes.
"Sorry, Allison." Dean speeds to get a duffel bag. "Forgot my clothes." Dean disappears into the room.
"Is he gone?" Allison keeps her eyes shut tight.
Stiles nods at first. Then glances at Allison. "Yeah."
"That's something I don't ever want to see." Allison finishes the last of her ice cream. Stiles hasn't attempted to make a further dent into his ice cream. He pokes at it. His mind lost in a vortex of thoughts. Allison taps him. "Are you okay?" She gives a small smile.
"Yeah," Stiles says. "Just thinking that's all."
"If it's about Dean, I hope you give yourself a chance to just fall in love again," she says. "Not saying you have to do it all at once, but at least get into the process of being in a relationship again."
Stiles just keeps his gaze on Allison. Before it was only him and Scott, and most times Scott was his confidant, but lately Allison stepped up to the plate. Not that Scott was replaced, but Allison is what he needed at the moment in time.
"Thanks," Stiles says. "We have a date tonight. He wants to take me to this restaurant that they have near the resort. He says he has the whole night planned." Stiles smiles. "I am scared to know what he has planned."
Allison chuckles. "Stiles you will be fine," she smiles. "What's the worse that can happen?"
A couple of hours later the worse did happen. The man that called Dean earlier came out of nowhere. Stiles investigates any signs of doors or exits. Nothing. Tables and booths are in his direct line of vision.
"Dean," the man's deep and husky voice rings in Stiles' ear. "I need to speak with you."
"Cass." Dean gets up from the table. "What are you doing here?"
Stiles continues to switch his attention between Dean and this man who came out of nowhere.
"Some information about the cases in the very location have surfaced." Cass stares at Stiles. "I hope I am not interrupting something here."
"No," Stiles speaks up. " I love when people interrupt the dates that I am on." He slams his fork on the table.
"Good because I didn't want to be that assbutt." Cass takes a seat next to Stiles. Stiles looks in disbelief.
"He's serious right now." Stiles excuses himself from the table and storms to the bathroom.
"I thought he said I wasn't interrupting anything." Cass blinks. No signs of social norms.
"Cass," Dean starts. "We were on a date."
"A date." Cass inspects his surroundings. Many people are eating, laughing, and enjoying each other's company. Cass notices only two people to a table. "I did interrupt."
"Stiles doesn't know you don't pick up on sarcasm."
"Sarcasm." Cass repeats. "I don't understand."
"Nevermind, Cass." Dean gets up from the table. "I have to make sure Stiles is okay. Don't go anywhere."
Dean approaches the door and hears Stiles voice. Stiles struggles to maintain a whisper with the anger in his voice. Stiles' face matches the shade of a tomato. He hears Allison's name come up. He rants about Cass and how he ruined the atmosphere and the ambience of the date.
"Allison, I was actually enjoying the date." Rings into Dean's eavesdropping ears. He was having fun with Dean. The king of brooding. A smirk rips across Dean's face and he tiptoes back to the table.
Dean sits in front of Cass. "Is he upset?" Cass voices out submissive and miserable.
"I don't know." Dean shrugs his shoulder. "I hope he isn't, Cass. For the first time in a long time I was actually having fun with someone who wasn't a demon or an angel."
Cass shifts and cringes in his seat. Dean studies Cass' face. He didn't know what to say. He senses that he hurt Cass' feelings. The last time they hooked up was two years ago when Dean thought he was going to die when he killed Death, and the Darkness smothered the world in a blanket of darkness. That and he was in love with Cass, but Cass being an angel couldn't commit to him. More on the lines of wouldn't.
"Cass," Dean thinks before he speaks. "I didn't mean for the words to come out like that." He takes a sip of his drink. "Let's change the topic."
"Yeah. Let's do that." Cass agrees.
Stiles approaches the table. He stuffs his phone back into his pocket. "Hey, sorry about storming off they way I did." Stiles sits next to Dean. Stiles didn't know what else to say. He didn't want the jealousy to burst outside of Poseidon's Box. Why was he jealous? Dean wasn't necessarily his, but an instant wave of anger crashed over him.
Without any thought. "Why are you here," Stiles asks. "Who the hell are you?"
"I'm an angel." Cass smiles.
"Like from Heaven," Stiles folds his arms. "Like God's Holy workers?"
"Yes," Cass says. "But he hasn't been responsive as of late."
"You expect me to believe this shit?" Stiles laughs.
"Ummm." Cass and Dean stare at one another.
"Are you kidding me," Stiles ask. "Dean, you actually believe him?" Stiles studies Cass. "Why doesn't he have wings or a halo?"
"Not all angels have halos," Cass steals a piece of bread. "And I have wings, just not the stereotypical wings that many believers believe."
"He was telling me something about some werewolf who was killed." Dean confesses. "A couple of months ago a werewolf was killed on a highway in California."
Stiles knocks over the glass of water in front of him causing Dean and Cass to cause a commotion.
"Stiles, what the hell?" Dean wipes off his pants.
"Sorry, I...I don't know what came over me." Stiles controls the spillage from hitting the floor.
Once they finished cleaning up the floor and the table. The waiter comes to take their order. They submit their orders and continue with their conversation.
"We are trying to figure out who killed him and why?" Cass blurts out.
"Cass got a lead on someone who might have done it."
Stiles' world collapses. The world spins at a whirlpool speed. Colors and lights flash in Stiles' eyes. His chest smothers his lungs, and his heart races with time. Stiles collapses in his seat. His head hits the floor. Patrons, Dean, and Cass rush to Stiles' side.
Stiles wakes up three weeks later in a hospital bed. Wires and tubes connect Stiles to machines. The brilliant sun does the job of an alarm clock. He groans as the sun's ray take turn stabbing his eyes. All of his family and friends are by his side.
"How did I get here?" Stiles ask while adjusting his eyes to light.
"You fainted." A familiar voice rings in Stiles' ears.
Stiles jumps up from the bed. His eyes still blurred. All he can vision is a shadow.
"Don't worry," A hand touches his hand. "I'm here."
"Dad?" Stiles panics, his voice is barely above a whisper and hoarse. "I can't see." He feels around the bed. Tears pour from his eyes. "I can't see."
"You will get your sight back, but there's something I must tell you." The sheriff rises from his seat. He sits on the bed next to Stiles.
"What is going on?" Stiles ask.
A knock on the door catches everyone's attention. A male nurse enters the room with a cart.
"We are going to finally unhook you from the machine." He says. A smiles stretches across his face. Stiles nods. The tube down his throat was making his throat sore. He wanted to be able to talk and not sound like he swallowed a barrel of nails.
The nurse takes all of the IVs and needles from Stiles' arms. He removes the electrodes from Stiles' body. Tears formed a couple of times from the adhesive. The last thing, the feeding tube. Fuck. This is going to be the most annoying part of the procedure. The nurse retrieves the basin and places it on Stiles' lap.
"This part is going to make you gag," He says. "This is here just in case you vomit."
Stiles nods. The nurse slowly pulls the tube from his throat. Stiles does what the nurse promised. The agony of gagging and not being able to control it was enough to make him want to never end up on a feeding tube. The feeling was like swallowing an unchewed noodle and the fear of choking is all that floods your mental plane.
Stiles dry heaves until the tube is removed. He throat is on fire. He needed relief fast. The nurse read his mind because moments later he gave him ice chips. "Suck on these, they will make you feel better," he says. "It will be a couple of days before you can eat solid foods. We will send some broth. Easier to swallow."
The nurse exits with his cart. Everyone is let back into the room. Derek barges passed everyone to get to Stiles. He sits by Stiles' side.
"What the hell happened?" Stiles sits up. "How did I get in here?"
"You were the next target." The voice is back. No, this can't be. What is HE doing here? He's not supposed to be here. He needed to see for himself. He needed to see once again. He had to try. His eyes turn a fiery red, his vision comes into clear view.
"Derek?" Stiles looks at him.
Derek gives a light smile. "Hey, babe." Derek kisses him on the forehead. "I'm sorry I put you through all of that pain." Derek hugs Stiles. "I'm back now."