Chapter 29: The Sour Stiles

From the moment Caroline stepped into her house she could feel something was up with Stiles. She didn't even have to look at him to know, but when she did it just confirmed her suspicions. Gripping his wrist she stopped him from walking ahead.

"Stiles - " Stiles flinched when she said his name. Looking over at Derek they both shared a concerned look.

Derek made his way over and cupped the back of Stiles neck. Caroline's hand intertwined with Stiles right hand.

"Shit, I know you are probably feeling like crap and I don't want to add to that. I just cant help feeling this way" Stiles kept his eyes cast down onto the floor. Untangling their hands, Caroline got close enough for their shoes to touch and cupped both his cheeks.

"Hey now, none of that. I am better knowing that my mom will be okay. I'm not okay with how you are feeling right now. Please talk to us" Stiles hand came to lightly take hold of her wrist, with his thumb caressing her hand. He placed his other hand on Derek's hip. Derek maneuvered around till he was face to face with both of his mates. Stiles took a deep breathe, but did not say anything.

Squeezing his neck Derek brought them closer to him. Stiles and Caroline could feel the heat of Derek's body. Looking towards Caroline, Derek knew she felt the same way as he did. As he was about to speak, Stiles interrupted him.

"Look- I know what this sounds like. I never wanted to give you the wrong impression until I was absolutely certain of my actions. I was never really keen on being a werewolf, but I seriously can't take feeling this way anymore. Derek, please, I can't -" Stiles was cut off by Derek basically ramming into him and gripping him tight. Stiles arms wrapped around Derek's waist, his hands gripping his leather jacket.

"Stiles. What is it?" Derek let his worry shine through his question.

Breaking away from his mates, Stiles headed to the couch to take a seat. His thoughts were swimming quickly in his mind, and he wasn't sure how to express the way he was feeling. With Caroline and Derek taking a seat next to him, he knew he owed it to them to try and talk.

Taking a deep breath in, then a slow exhale out he began. "I wish I was here to protect you." He simply said, while squeezing Caroline's hand.

"Stiles, it's okay. Derek did everything he could, and we weren't expecting Klaus to be here." Caroline gave him a small smile.

"That's just it. Derek was here, and I wasn't. I'd love to be able to protect you two for once." Stiles stood up quickly, and started to pace. He was now afraid Derek would take it all the wrong way.

"Stiles -" Derek wasn't sure what to say. He never knew how bad Stiles thought about not being able to help, well in the physical way. And seeing Stiles pace in front of him, in his state, was like a knife to the gut.

"Hey why don't we rest for a bit? It has been a very long night and I think we need it" softly Caroline's voice swam around them. Pulling back they both agreed with her. Smiling, she walked over to them and grabbed both of their hands. Caroline directed them to her room backwards without any problems. It was pretty awesome and Stiles couldn't help but give a small smile.

"There's that smile we love" giggling Caroline kissed him on the cheek and turned around to walk over to her dresser. Pulling out an oversized t-shirt Caroline realized something making her freeze.

"Um, so I kinda don't have anything for you guys to wear" turning to her boys she looked at them sheepishly. Laughing Derek takes off his shirt showing his insane body, his jacket already on the floor. Unzipping and unbuttoning his jeans he starts to tug them off.

"I think we can manage" he finally looks at them when he is only in his boxers. He notices a faint blush to Stiles cheeks as well as his heart beat picking up. Smirking he takes a step towards him when he sees Caroline doing the same. He realized she already changed into the shirt, and from what he could tell only that shirt.

"Um-uh" stammers out of Stiles mouth as Derek stands in front of him and Caroline behind him.

"Well I guess if you are comfortable with sleeping in your clothes you can" sensing his discomfort Caroline tried to make him feel better. She never was one for pressuring anybody, so she made her way to the left side of her bed un-tucking her bedding. Getting inside she brought her blanket up around her like a ca coon. Derek did the same but to the right side. The only place Stiles could take was the middle, which he thought was their plan all along.

Feeling his heart beating even faster he takes off his shoes and socks and goes to unbutton his jeans. Without looking at them he tugs them down. Finally looking at them he kind of expected something other than adoration and this intense look all in one. Feeling braver than he did a few seconds before, he bent down and crawled up in between his two mates. Fumbling around till he was on his back, and under the covers he wasn't sure what to do.

Without thinking Caroline moved his arm till it was around her and settled down with her head on his chest, cuddling on one of his sides. Smiling softly down to her, Stiles looks over at Derek. He can't help but get lost in his gaze. He never saw that expression on his sour wolf's face. Raising his other arm as a sign for Derek to do the same as Caroline, Stiles smiles sleepily at Derek. Once he settles down, his head moves to Stiles shoulder, his arm across his body and settles his hand on Caroline's back. Derek makes a content sound. Stiles couldn't help, but think of the sound as a purr. He knew he had to ask Derek about that later.

As for now, all of them could only sleep.