Stiles is a band nerd. Derek is a Baseball player. Neither is popular...but they're not at all in the same social ladder. When Derek meets Stiles, he falls. Hard. And surprisingly...Stiles does the same thing.

Stiles is attacked and bitten. Even after Derek has killed the wolf that made him, Stiles is still a werewolf. Derek has sworn to figure out the reason why and, against his will, keeps Stiles at his side.He soon finds that his affection for the new, young wolf will turn into something more than he'd been prepared to handle.

Stiles would tell people that their relationship morphed seamlessly from I'll-Tolerate-Your-Presence-When-There-Is-A-Disast er to Stay-With-Me-No-Matter-What-Happens. Gradual change, he'd mutter, and only when directly asked. However, the truth is almost always completely different to what comes out of Stiles' mouth.

Derek sighed again, "There's something Stiles needs to understand" he said "It's a known fact that Werewolves are very possessive. That's why Lydia and Allison haven't been targeted because they smell like their mates – like pack" Stiles' eyebrows furrowed "Why don't I smell like pack" he was clearly offended. "It's quite hard to smell like pack when you're not a wolf or sleeping

Dean works as a bouncer at a strip club. His favorite act performs tonight. AU Destiel

Castiel comes to Dean with very interesting fanart about themselves. smutty smut smut.