Stiles's POV
Stiles's hands were sweating as he waited for the elevator to get to Derek's floor. The stupid wolf hadn't texted him back last night, after the meeting. He hadn't been able to sleep thinking about the weird look Derek kept sending him throughout the meeting, well not sending him, more like giving him when he thought Stiles wasn't paying attention. He knew the man well enough to know when something was on his mind, and from the looks of it, whatever was bothering Derek was about him.
Which is why he got up early. He had been able to convince Kol to drop him off at the loft on his way to the hotel where the vampire's brother and Jeremy's guardian were staying.
He counted out his breaths as the elevator rose up and hoped that his heart was racing as badly as it felt like it was. He told himself that being this nervous was ridiculous but then he remembered the kiss. The one Derek had given him to stop his panic attack. The one that his father and friends witnessed.
"Stiles breath." He jumped and turned to see Peter leaning against the wall. Fuck, he thought, he hadn't even noticed the elevator doors opening or that someone else was close by.
"I'm breathing." he snapped at the man. Peter snorted before shaking his head and moving into the elevator. Stiles yelped when the man shoved him out, "Derek's up stairs." Then Peter reached over and hit the down bottom, and Stiles watched as the doors closed and the man was gone.
"Asshole." He muttered under his breath before turning and looking at the stairs that would lead him up to the area Derek called a bedroom, truthfully it was a bed on the floor and that was it.
He made his way up and when he reached the top, he thought of all the ways he was going to kill Peter the next time he saw the man. Because somehow the homicidal wolf had forgot to mention Derek had been in the shower. Which meant that he was greeted by the sight of a very gorgeous Derek stepping out of his bathroom, dripping wet, towel around his waist.
Stiles was sure he forgot how to breath. Derek noticed him and looked surprised. They stood there staring at each other for a second before Stiles cleared his throat.
"I'll be done stairs." He said before he turned and all but ran down the metal staircase. He had a thought about keeping moving, calling the elevator and getting the hell out, but told himself to stop being an idiot. Instead he dropped down on Derek's crappy couch and waited.
"What are you doing here?" Derek asked when he finally descended the stairs, dressed in dark blue jeans and a black t-shirt, Stiles wished was just a little tighter. The wolf's body was perfect and should be shown off more.
"Wanted to talk," he muttered, unable to meet the man's eyes. Not after his mind kept pulling up the half naked eye full he had gotten upstairs.
"Stiles." The way the man said his name caused his body to shake and his heart to race. He tried to stop it, taking a calming breath but then Derek moved and suddenly the wolf's hand was on his chin forcing his head up. Stiles's mouth fell open, some snappy comment on the tip of his tongue but it was cut off when Derek's lips touched his.
He moaned and reached up to pull the older man closer. The sound Derek made had Stiles pulling harder. The tug must have caught Derek by surprise because the wolf stumbled and landed on top of Stiles.
Stiles lost his breath from the impact but didn't care, he shifted as much as he could so that he was still able to breath and tried to keep kissing.
Derek however made a frustrated sound before pulling away. Stiles's fingers were still tangled in the man's shirt so he couldn't back away too far.
"We should talk first." Derek said, and Stiles' heart leapt in his chest at the first. First meant that Derek wanted to kiss again after they talked. His mind raced as he thought about it, the kissing and the potential other things they could after said kissing.
"Fuck Stiles," the man whispered before pulling himself free and rushing to tthe other side of the room.
"What?" He asked, going to stand up. Had he done something wrong?
"Sit." Derek ordered, and Stiles found himself falling back onto the couch, confused.
Derek's electric blue eyes looked him over and Stiles' body warmed as he understood why the wolf had put distance between them. He shifted in his seat trying to get comfortable but a certain part of his body was making it difficult and he almost moaned out loud when Derek's blue eyes lowered before the wolf caught himself and returned them to Stile's face.
"Stay there." Derek ordered before he moved to his counter and grabbed a glass. Stile's leg started to bounce as the wolf filled it with water and drank it down. Then Derek filled it again and brought it over and handed it to Stiles.
"We need to talk." He said as Stiles took the glass and drank from it. The ice cold water helped cool him down, not much but he understood what Derek was trying to do.
He smiled at the man,"what about?"
Derek's hazel eyes followed him as he took another drink, and because he wouldn't be him if he didn't do something stupid, Stiles took another drink and then licked his lips, the wolf's eyes never leaving his mouth. Then Derek exhaled and took a step forward, only to shake his head and step away again.
He growled and when Stiles repeated the motion.
"Stiles," the man drew out his name, like it he was begging and it caused a jolt to go through him.
"Behaving," he muttered, putting his glass down on the floor and folding his hands in his lap.
Derek gave him a disbelieving look before, sitting down on the floor a few feet away from him.
"When I was gone, I met an older pack." Derek started, "The Alpha allowed me to stay and learn from them. He taught about the full shift, about how it wasn't just for Alpha's, he told me about how long ago it was common knowledge that strong wolves could full shift. He taught me about pack bonds and why they are needed. He also-" Derek fell silent and Stiles cocked his head. He watched as Derek looked down at his hands, before the man sighed and looked back up at Stiles, "he also told me about mates." Stiles's heart skipped.
"What kind of mates?" he asked, already his mind raced with all the possible information Derek could be about to tell him. He had after all studied wolves, magically and non in great detail after Scott had been turned.
"The kind that shares a bond," Derek replied, "they are drawn to each other, connected."
"A bond," Stiles muttered, "Like a pack bond?" Derek nodded, "Similar but just between the mates."
"How does this bond form?" He noticed Derek wasn't looking at him anymore, but the man's cheeks were tinted pink. Stiles tried to swallow but his mouth was suddenly very dry.
"Derek?" He promoted the man when the wolf didn't answer his question.
Derek exhaled, "it starts on its own, at least that's what the Alpha said, but for it to settle or finish, the mates need to have... Sex," the last word was whipsered but Stiles still heard it. This time it was his face that turned red, not just from embraessment but from the imagines running through his mind of him and Derek having sex.
His sudden arousal must have filled the air because he heard Derek moan from where he sat on the floor. He almost apologized but didn't. No way was he going to apologize for Derek getting turned on from him being turned on. Instead, he got off the couch and walked the few feet to Derek, who looked up at his eyes shining bright.
He dropped down into the man's lap, Derek easily catching him, the feeling of the wolf's hands in his hips caused him to groan and he found himself kissing Derek again. Not that the wolf seemed to mind as he pulled Stiles against him, deepening the kiss.
Jeremy's POV
He knew he should have stayed at Stiles house, but he found weird being in his friends house while everyone else was gone. The Sheriff was at work, Stiles and Kol had gone off to deal with personal things, both telling him to stay inside and that they would be back later.
It wasn't just the weirdness of being in someone else's house alone it was this restless feeling. This need to be out, to move around, to do something grew until he couldn't just sit around the house anymore. It finally got bad enough that he locked up the house and headed for Scott's, hoping that someone would be there.
He didn't even have to knock on the door before Scott opened it and gestured for him to come in. The alpha had his phone to his ear and was talking to someone, in what Jeremy thought was a frustrated tone.
Jeremy just nodded a hello and headed into the living room. Corey and Mason were cuddled together on the couch, a blanket tossed over them. He was about to head for the armchair to sit down, when both boys moved their legs, leaving enough room for him to sit. He gave them a grateful smile and dropped down on the couch.
He wasn't expecting the relieved feeling he got when he dropped down on the couch, but it was there. He had to wonder if it was just because he wasn't alone or if there was more to it.
He almost laughed when two pairs of bare feet ended up in his lap, as the other two boys moved to get comfortable again.
Sitting there watching cartoons, Mason and Corey's feet in his lap, Jeremy realized he hadn't spoken a word, not a single one since he arrived. Scott had just let him in, and he had joined the other's on the couch. No one seemed surprised by his appearance or questioned it. He looked over at the two younger boys. Corey's back was against Mason's chest, the darker boy's hand in his hair, they looked completely comfortable, and half asleep, at least Corey did. Neither of them seemed bothered by the fact that their feet were in his lap or that he was taking up space on the couch.
This wouldn't have happened back home. If he had knocked on Damon or Tyler's door they would have demanded to know what was wrong. Even Matt and Bonnie would have just assumed he was there because something had happened. They never would have thought he was there because he didn't want to be alone. Truthfully the only people he sought to be around when he didn't want to be by himself were Ric or Kol. Which in a way was sad. His sister hated the Originals, and Ric was his guardian.
One of the feet nudged his thigh and Jeremy looked up.
"You okay?" Mason asked. Jeremy almost laughed, another thing that wouldn't have happened back home, not unless he was hurt or bleeding. He nodded and gave the younger teen's foot a reassuring squeeze.
Mason didn't look too sure but he turned back to watch the tv. They sat like that for a few minutes before Scott appeared at his side, sitting on the arm of the couch, looking conflicted.
"What's up?" he asked.
"The winchesters called. Their friend Bobby found a spell that will allow someone to see the witch that cast the spell over the wolves." The alpha started, "but it will only work on one person, they wanted to know who we wanted to do it. Sam also says he thinks he got the spell that will break the scent block spell, but he's not sure it will work." Scott sighed, "He thinks that it will work on the ones we have out in the shed but he's not sure if it will work on the rest of their pack."
"It's a start, right?" Mason said.
Scott nodded, "It is. But- I don't know, I have this feeling, like something is going to happen."
Jeremy swallowed, "is it like a restless feeling?" Scott looked at him a grim look on his face before nodding.
"I've got it too."
"That can't be good." Corey muttered, and Jeremy had to agree with him.
"What do we do?" Jeremy asked.
"Well the winchesters have to gather a few things for both spells, then they want to meet up at the preserve, I figured we could call everyone and see who wants to be the one they cast the spell on. Other plans would have to be done after we try the breaking spell, if it works we can track this pack, if not-" he stopped.
"If not we're stuck waiting until the next attack." Jeremy finished for him.
Dean's Pov
He hated shopping, especially for herbs. The people that worked at the small shops he always ended up in, also seemed to expect him to ask for weed, then give him these wide surprised looks when he actually asks for other things and even knew what they look like.
The exact look the lady behind the counter was giving him now. He tried not to glare as he handed her his list. She thankfully took it and vanished into the store to get him what he needed.
"Dean."
He jumped.
One would think having an angel (more than one) pop up at random times, he would get used to it. But nope, he still jumped, every fucking time.
He turned to glare at said angel, "we've had this conversation Cas."
The angel looked a little guilty about scaring him, "I apologize." Then he stepped closer and put a finger against Dean's forehead, another random thing the angel did. He swattered at the man's hand.
"What?" he asked.
"I was unable to find you," the angel said tilting his head to the side looking bothered.
Dean sighed, when Cas had originally hidden him and Sammy from the other angels, he had hidden them from himself. Dean didn't think anything about it. Knowing that if they needed him, all they had to do was call. But Gabe in one of his random visits told Dean that he was an idiot. Cas had rebelled against heaven, against the other angels for him. He had put all his faith in Dean and that not being able to feel Dean, to find him whenever he needed, had to have left him upset, even if the younger angel didn't understand the feeling.
Him and Sam had talked it over and told Cas to alter the markings so he could find them. He swore the Angel had looked relieved when he had done as he was told. Ever since then Cas had always been able to find them.
He wondered now why he couldn't now?
"Gabe's in town?" he guessed, "you think he blocked you?"
Cas shook his head, "he wouldn't do that."
"Well did poking me in the face help?"
Cas's face twisted up looking confused, "it did."
"And?" he asked.
"It was not you," Cas looked around, "this town, it's masked from me."
Huh, dean thought, that kinda made sense. With all the other magical beings running around he had wondered why the angels and demons hadn't tried to take over.
"How'd you find me?" he asked, just as the lady that worked in the shop came out, a handful of small bags in her hand. She didn't even glance at Cas before she was ringing up Dean's order.
Thankfully the angel waited until they were outside before answering.
"I followed Bobby." Dean burst out laughing, that was one way to find him and Sam.
He wondered if he should tell the older hunter he was being stalked by Cas.
As him and Cas drove back towards the motel, Dean wondered how Gabe had found them here. The angel turned Trickster had been messing with the police station before Sam had called him.
Why hadn't whatever blocked Cas, blocked the archangel?
Unless, he thought with a sigh, Bobby wasn't the only one with an angel stalker, he snorted as he imagined the look on Sammy's face when he told him.
Neither Bobby nor Sam looked surprised when he walked in, Cas following behind him. They just greeted the other man and started talking about the two spells they were going to perform later.