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"Stiles. Out. Scott, you, too. I can shower on my own, I'm capable of that. Isaac, don't give me that look. If I keep the bathroom door cracked open, will you three please just go downstairs? I'll send John and Melissa after you three, don't think I won't." warned Derek as he tried to herd the three teens out of the bathroom. Stiles bit his bottom lip as he leveled his gaze with the older teen, all three of them looking more than ready to stay in the bathroom.
"The door stays cracked open and you holler if you need one of us. Don't take the plastic off of your leg, it needs to stay secure enough to cover your cast. If that comes off all adults, including Deaton, will kill us." ordered Stiles as all three of them stood in the doorway, their eyes locked on the blue eyed Beta. Derek tucked a towel under his arm again as he ushered the three of them out of the bathroom and kept the door cracked open. He set the towel down on the counter as his eyes landed on the floor by the door where he could still see the shadows of three different sets of feet.
"Go downstairs. Now." said Derek as he flipped the knob on the shower being rewarded with the sound of the water hitting the shower floor, heat already seeming to fill the bathroom from the water itself. A small grin formed on his lips when he heard the muffled complaints from the teens outside the door before their footsteps were heard walking down the hall and then down the stairs. He reached behind himself and pulled his dark Henley up over his shoulders and over his head, tossing it into the hamper by the counter. His bright green eyes landed on the broken mirror the second the shirt was off of him, taking only a few seconds to remember that he had brought the shard of glass he saved in with him, safely tucked inside of the towel. He reached inside the one fold and slid the piece of glass out, sliding his thumb over the jagged edge slowly. Not hard enough to break skin or draw blood, only hard enough to feel the familiar tug of the edge against the pad of his thumb. He reached into the shower and placed the shard of glass on the edge of the tub, intended to use later once the curtain was pulled. The loose sweatpants around his hips and legs fell with ease to the floor, soon joining the Henley in the bottom of the hamper.
Derek avoided looking in the remains of the glass that were on the mirror as he finished undressing, keeping his eyes closed and gaze averted as he stepped under the steaming water, enjoying the slight burn the water gave his skin before his wolf rose up and took the pain away. His eyes fluttered a bit as he tilted his head back and allowed the water to drop down over his face and run down in streaks over his neck. No matter how hot he could ever make the water he never felt as if he were clean, still remembering the feeling of those hands on his body, their panting breaths on the back of his neck, their voices in his ears. He ran his fingers through his black hair to serve as a distraction to his mind, working nonscented shampoo through, shivers wracking his body as the droplets of soap trickled down his shoulders and back. The heat in the water only seemed to increase as the water falling now ran clear, no traces of soap left behind on his skin or on the floor. He shut his eyes tightly against the raging voice in his head, one that never seemed to want to quiet itself. You deserved it! You're nothing but a slut! You're filthy! Worthless! Nobody is going to want you now! You're damaged goods!
His eyes snapped open, now blazing a bright blue, his lungs seeming to constrict and refuse to take in much air as those voices continued to rage in his mind. He forced his lungs to expand and take in air as he lowered himself down into a sitting position on the floor in the shower, the water a continuous spray around him. Derek had to slow his heart down where it was racing in his chest; the minute it would spike is the minute one of the wolves would race up the stairs. He reached out with a shaking hand, sliding it across the lining of the tub, his hand closing down around the shard of glass, feeling the all too familiar tug of it against the skin on his palm. A soft groan left his lips as he tried to take in another breath, his vision starting to get dark enough the edges as his body seemed to feel as if it were in a sauna. He pressed the cool glass down against his bare thigh and felt his muscles involuntarily tense, before he added a hint of pressure down, feeling his skin pull taunt under the edge of the glass. It took only a little more pressure for the glass to seek purchase in his skin, slicing a clean straight line across his thigh, crimson beads welling up in place of the cut. Derek slowed his healing process down in order to feel the throbbing pain for a few seconds more, letting the blood form trails down over his thigh. Just one. Just one.
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"Derek, get off your foot. Go. Scoot. Sit down. No, no buts. Go. Scott, get your Beta, I'd hate to have to hit him with The Spoon." ordered Melissa as she snapped a white dish towel at the taller Beta, covering her mouth to stifle a giggle as he hopped backwards away from the towel, his casted leg raised a bit. Scott walked around to the back of the blue eyed Beta and wrapped his arms around his waist, hefting him up off of the floor, before picking him up bridal style.
"Put. Me. Down.", ground out Derek as he squirmed a bit in his Alpha's hold, his body tensing and eyes widening when he felt the grip tighten a fraction. He relaxed a little when he felt the smaller teen nuzzling against the back of his neck, a content sound leaving the Alpha's throat. Scott carried him into the living room, despite the growled protests, before gently setting him down on the couch, his leg covered cast resting on Stiles' lap. The teen chuckled under his breath as he looked from Scott, to Derek, and then back to Scott.
"What did he do?" asked Stiles as he rested a hand lightly down on the cast that was in his lap, brushing his thumb over the top tips of the wolf's toes, earning him a low growl that had no heat. Scott snickered as he sat down on the floor at the other end of the couch, closest to his Beta.
"Derek was up on his leg and offered to help Mom in the kitchen, she hit him with a towel and threatened him with The Spoon." explained the Alpha as he lightly tapped the blue eyed Beta on the arm, earning him a swat at the head in retaliation.
"Dude, she threatened him with The Spoon? The Spoon? You're lucky Scott got you out of there in time." teased Stiles as he once again traced his thumb over the tips of the wolf's bare toes, earning him another growl.
"Do I even want to know what The Spoon means? And keep that up and I'll put my cast in your crotch." warned Derek with narrowed eyes and a grin on his lips as he looked from teen to teen. Neither of them had a chance to respond before the Sheriff was walking through the front door, keys in one hand and a file in the other. The look in his eyes automatically had Derek in high alert, his spine going rigid as his eyes narrowed a fraction more.
"I don't like that look Sheriff, or the way Derek reacted to it. What's going on?" asked Isaac as he walked down the stairs and into the living room, his eyes moving from Derek to the Sheriff. His eyes narrowed in confusion and concern as the older man tossed the file down onto the coffee table by the couch and slid it towards the blue eyed Beta without a word. Derek's green eyes landed on the file and he bent himself forwards, closing his hand down around the corner of the file as he pulled it off the table and into his lap. His eyebrow raised in question as John nodded at him in permission, watching as the wolf flipped the file open, his eyes flickering to an unnatural blue a few times. His lips drew back in a hint of a snarl, the muscles in his neck tensing as the sound grew.
"We may have found a lead, Derek, the DNA that Deaton collected came through. We just need conformation from you to get this case underway, we need you to work this with us." explained John as he looked from Derek to the file, and then back to him. The wolf thumbed through the pictures that were placed in the file, before flipping page by page of the information, his eyes moving rapidly fast over each word. He flipped to the third from last set of information and tore the page free, green eyes seeming to glaze and cloud over as he read through the location information on the page. Derek set the page down and thumbed through the pictures once more, tearing the middle picture free from the tiny fold, setting it with the information. He put the two different papers together and slid them towards John without a second word, his hand shaking against them as he slid them towards the man.
"Are you positive, Derek? I need you to be completely positive on your choice." asked John as he pared the paged together with a fold in the corner, leveling his gaze with the wolf, who seemed to be looking anywhere but at one of them.
"That guy, he's, he's not the main guy. He's like an enforcer; he does the physical work, moving everybody from location to location. The information you gave in that file is only one of the locations, I recognized the name. You won't get anything from there, a few pages after that one it was put in record that house was set for demolition a few years ago. It's gone." explained Derek with a hint of regret in his voice, almost as if he were wishing he could have found something before this all happened again.
"Do you remember anything about him? Anything specific? Any tattoos, birthmarks, scars?" asked John as he tucked the file under his arm and slid what looked like a sketch pad over to the wolf, who's head snapped up to level his gaze with the man, before he quickly slid the pad into his lap and flipped to the first page.
"I remember his tattoo, it started below the dip of his collarbones and branched out towards the upper curve of his arm. The main part is a pentagram, with a set of demonic wings branching out mainly from the top, with links that come in towards the middle corners. It was mainly all black with red trim around the pentagram." explained Derek as his hand moved across the paper, keeping it tilted in his lap, resting on his knee, as he added in the different details of the tattoo. He smudged out any tiny mistakes before sliding the pad back to the Sheriff, who raised an eyebrow at him in question, clarity was everything now.
"Find that tattoo and you'll find him." explained Derek with a hint of firmness in his voice, spoken with more conviction than he has ever had since he had been found. John gave the blue eyed Beta a firm nod before he tucked the pad with the file, reaching over to give the wolf's knee a squeeze.
"If you remember anything else about this man, or about the 'main man', you come straight to me or straight to either Stiles or Jordan. We might have a few more photos for you to look through, but that can be saved for another day after you've had a solid night's sleep." ordered John as he looked from all three wolves, to his son, and then back to the Beta. He raised his eyebrow at the four of them, before turning back to face Derek, a questioning look in his eyes.
"I know that look, and yes, they'll probably all be in my bed again tonight. I really don't mind it, the contact helps more than I thought it would." replied the green eyed teen as he nudged Stiles with his cast covered leg, feeling Isaac nuzzling into the side of his neck, letting out a soft purring sound in return. Scott rested his head back again the wolf's good leg, who squeezed his shoulder in return to the silent touch.