Hey guys, I don't know where this came from. I really don't.

All I know, is that I have writers block, I got all these ideas and when I start them, nothing happens. Then my brain decides, "Oh hey write this instead."

And I can't control that. Like. I don't know.

Things have been out of sorts lately.

I need to get myself back on track and hopefully get LSH and Derek Laws back on track, to a time where I kind of had an update schedule.

So yeah. Onward, I don't want to spoil it.

Disclaimer: I don't own.

Summary: "Our family is awesome," Stiles breathed.

Emerson finally understands now, why his parents acted the way they acted when he was a young boy. Acted the way they did when he was growing up. He, he was handful, and he knew he was. His parents told him, his Grandpa told him, hell, Aunts and Uncles told him. But Emerson was proud of who he was, "You're just like your Papa." Scott would say to him. And Emerson took pride in that, because he loved Stiles, still does, I mean, that man is his Papa. Always will be, never going to change, no matter how old he is.

But then sometimes, someone would tell him, "You may be like Stiles, but you got a temper like your dad."

At first Emerson saw that as something, that was bad. He'd seen his dad when the Alpha was mad. Derek was a force to be reckoned with. The Alpha wolf though was always in control, sure he flew off the handle, but it was more of, a yelling, eyes glowing red, growling, head thumping, tackling to the ground fit. Derek never ever hit to hurt his pack, scratched, bit or delivered the smack down. And Emerson was glad, because if his dad did, and if had an a temper like Derek, well that wouldn't fly. He didn't want to be like that at all.

It took a while for Emerson to fully understand what his Aunts and Uncles meant. What his Grandpa meant. But finally hit him. In every way, he was just like both of them.

He rambled and raved just like Stiles. Arms flailing, hand running over his head, facial expressions in all. But at the same time, he was just like Derek. He was silent, brooding was the word. But he was never a sour wolf. Nope, far from that. Well, he was a sour wolf, but only one person thought that.

He cared about everyone. Still does, like if he tossed the idea in his head for a few seconds, if it was important, if it was family, he'd drop everything for his family. He actually gave up a shot at First Line because Casey was having a crisis. The crisis being something ridiculous. But he was there. Stiles' actions, too a tee. He was protective. This is where the "Like father like son" aspect came in. He got in trouble once, or on several occasions at school. He couldn't help it, someone was picking on Sam and something had to be done. So what, if Emerson slammed the person into lockers and threatened to rip their throat out with their teeth, it's not like he was really going to do it. He remembered that night, all too well, the lecture. Stiles was groaning and sending Derek a look. And Derek looked down at the floor, biting at his lip. He promised to stop threatening the person, but continued to slam him into lockers. Stiles was not impressed, and neither was Derek. But Emerson was smart. They weren't that mad, especially Derek. The Alpha wolf understood why Emerson was all protective over his best friend.

So if you look at it, Emerson turned out, well, Emerson is okay. He is doing great. His parents tell him all the time, "You turned into a fine young man." Emerson would just nod. "You did good son," Derek would tell him.

Stiles, good ole, Papa, would get sentimental and say, "Still my little man though." And Emerson would agree.

So, let's go back to the beginning. Emerson, finally understands how his parents feel. He finally gets it. The parenting thing, what it means to be a parent. And damn, what his parents went through with him, can't be as bad as what he is actually going through right now. Because right now he's looking at the mess in his living room and he can't help the low growl that escapes his chest. Not in anger, but just, frustration and disbelief. He reached up and runs a hand through his hair, "Gabriel," he ground out.

Gabriel looks up at him, "I no do it!" he cried out.

Emerson rolled his eyes. Lie. His son was lying. Really. "Gabriel," Emerson says again, tone holding a warning edge.

Gabriel huffs, "Okay," he breathes, "But-but Pa."

The elder raised an eye brow, "Oh, don't you Pa me."

"Pa!" Gabriel cried out stomping his foot, "I-I looking for wolfy."

"And so you decided to dump all your toys to the ground?"

"Yes."

Oh my god. Was he like this when he was four? No freaking way. There is just no way that he was this smart when he was four. That is just, that's physically impossible. Then again, not really. He really, no, he couldn't blame it on, his parents. They wouldn't too him, would they. He felt awful thinking that. I mean Derek and Stiles wouldn't teach his son to be a smart aleck. "Go easy on him," a voice says walking into the room, "because according to your parents you were exactly the same."

"Was not," Emerson growled.

A laugh, "You so were."

"Sam."

Sam rolled his eyes, "Emerson," he said, "You got me to cover myself in finger paint."

"Yes," Emerson said, "BUT you were the one who coerced me to..no wait that was me too."

Sam laughed as he approached his son. "Come here Gabriel," he said gently.

"Dad," Gabriel sighed, "Papa being, he being a sour wolf."

Sam grinned, "Now Gabriel," he said, "that isn't a nice thing to say about Papa."

Gabriel huffed, "Is true."

"I'm sure he is not being a sour wolf."

Gabriel bristled, his eyes flashing a blue, hand formed into a fist. He bit at his lip as his eyes darkened, the air around him became tense. The preschooler didn't notice that the lego pieces he had spewed across the floor, rattled and shook, some even rising about an inch off the ground. "Whoa, whoah!" Emerson cried out, "Gabe, buddy calm down."

Sam grinned as he eyed his son. Gabriel was a force to be reckoned with. Both had found out very quickly. Not only did the boy have some werewolf blood in him, but he also had the capabilities of an Angel. And if he was anything like his parents, well he was, as his grandparents put it, Gabriel was "trouble."

Emerson groaned, "I think I finally understand now."

Sam laughed. He poked his tongue out, "Still want another one," he teased.

"Oh god no!" Emerson cried out, "I'm freaking fine with Gabriel."

Sam was laughing again. He looked down at his son and ruffled the boy's messy brown hair, "Hey," he said softly, "clean up your mess please."

"But dad," Gabriel whined, "I can't find wolfy."

Sam knelt down and looked into his son's eyes, "Papa must've forgotten to tell you that he put it in the laundry this morning."

Emerson frowned, "I did…" he trailed off and then let out a loud huff, "Oh yeah, I did."

"Pa!" Gabriel cried out.

"Sorry Gabe," Emerson apologized.

Gabriel sighed but a grin slipped out as he ran forward and hugged the elder, "Is okay," he whispered, "I still love you."

Emerson reached down to ruffle the boy's hair, "I love you too."

"Now," Sam said, "Clean up please, your Grandparents are coming over soon."

Gabriel nodded, "Kay."

Both adults watched as Gabriel ambled off to clean up the mess of toys that covered the living room floor. Sam is then in Emerson's space, "Em," he simply says.

"Yeah?"

"He is so much like you," Sam grins.

"Oh no," Emerson cried out, eyes widening, "Don't you dare put that on me," he cried out, dramatically.

Sam laughed, "Well, dad was right," he says.

"Which one?" Emerson asks.

"Mines," Sam says.

"About what?"

"That Gabriel is going to be a force to reckoned with."

Emerson nodded in agreement, "Oh," he said, "I know, Papa tells me that all the time."

"I've come to the conclusion of something," Sam says.

"What?"

"We must be the most, unorthodox family in the world."

Emerson raised an eyebrow, "How."

"Well," Sam breathes, "You come from a family of werewolves."

Emerson nods.

"I'm from a family of ex-hunters and an ex-angel, which I use lightly."

Emerson nods again.

"And so, if you look at it, mix them together…"

The lycan let out a laugh, "Our son is basically, a Werewolf Angel Hunter."

"Yes," Sam says with a nod.

"Triple threat?" Emerson asks, eye brows raised.

"Well," Sam said with a sigh as he eyed his son.

And Emerson immediately knew what his mate was thinking, "If he's anything like you and I, he really is a force to be reckoned with," the werewolf says, finishing Sam's sentence.

A loud doorbell rang throughout the house stopping Sam from answering. Gabriel was dropping his the toys in his hand, "OH!" he cried out.

Emerson pulled himself from Sam's embrace and made his way to the front door. Sam followed behind his mate. Emerson threw open the door and he let out a grin when he saw his parents standing in the threshold. "Hi Papa, hi Dad," he said as he stepped forward hugging them both.

"Hey," Derek grinned, "how's it going?"

"I made a mess!" Gabriel answered.

Stiles laughed as he took hold of his Grandson, "Did you now?"

Gabriel nodded, "Yes, I looking for wolfy."

"Did you find him?"

"Emerson forgot that he put him in the wash," Sam answered as he stepped forward to hug Stiles and Derek.

Gabriel nodded, "Yeah, Papa is forget full."

Derek laughed as his son scowled at the four year old. "Having fun yet son?"

"Oh yes," Emerson answered sarcasm laced in his voice, "he is just loads of awesome."

"You sure," Cas said as he climbed the porch steps, "really, cause I briefly recall, Sam calling me a couple of days ago, wondering if the worlds gone insane because Gabriel was scaling the kitchen counters?"

Gabriel frowned, "Oh, that, that Danny fault."

Emerson growled as he quickly excused himself into the house. Dean made a face when he heard his son in law's yells coming from the kitchen, "Wow," he said, "is he seriously calling...yes he is."

"Why don't you guys come in, I'm going to make sure that he doesn't kill Danny through the phone," Sam rushed out as he bolted into the kitchen

Cas, Dean, Derek and Stiles all looked at each other then they looked towards the kitchen as they piled into the house. "Our family is awesome," Stiles breathed.

The others nodded in agreement. And then laughed when Emerson yelled, "Dear god, I'm turning into my parents!"

Thoughts? Yes? No? Leave a review?

If I remember correctly, many have commented on wanting Sam and Emerson to get together.
Other's, about continuing on into their teen years. (Which is something I will not touch right now.)
And well, I wrote this up instead.
My brain, I've come to the conclusion is weird. But I had to write this down and post it because anytime I tried to write something else, well my brain didn't like that idea. Told me to continue writing this.

I've been writing, but it's like short stories, drabbles almost.

I posted them on my tumblr writing blog

agentdouble0. tumblr. com

I was scrolling through the teenwolf tags and saw some gifs and I was hit with ideas.

Mhmm. So just leaving that there, in case you guys want to check that out.