Derek was a ball of energy the week after Peter and Dean spoke in the Library. Whether it was because Peter deemed Dean 'safe' or it was the, for now, secret sock hop coming up that all the little buddies of Beacon Hills High knew about (if only because the buddy group voted it as their event to fund the buddy programme, and the school needed the parents to consent to the dance) was up in the air, dean assumed a bit of both. Whatever it was Derek actually ventured more than an arm's length away from Peter to drag Dean away from Sam… and the group of according to Derek, scary girls that usually surrounded the two.
"See, I told you Sammy, my little buddy appreciates me." Dean says as he accepts Derek's hand and allows himself to be dragged out of his chair.
"Yeah only took a month Jer...Dean" Sam cut off the curse when Dean gave him a look.
"See you later little 'B'" dean winked at Sam before Smiling down at Derek who was leading him towards Peter. Upon reaching the older Hale Derek pushed two more seats so that they were all touching and in a semi-circle around a desk then sat himself in the middle patting the chair beside him expectantly. Dean chuckled but obliged the child, ignoring Peter's smirk, and helped Derek set up his art book that kept him occupied for the 20 minutes of homeroom he had to endure.
As expected after the announcement of the dance, the girls were all a twitter. Mr. Drew anticipating this actually pulled out a book to read for the next 15 minutes and allowed the chatter to continue. By then the girls were already planning what to wear, when one girl asked another who they wanted to take, they all huddled and in hushed tones started talking while looking about the room, giggling. Peter actually looking up from his phone was the first of many actions that would end with a girl in tears.
Peter looking up from his phone instantly grabbed all the girls' attentions. 'The Phone' that is a proto type that housed a camera, and was capable of sending and receiving emails and had access to the internet it's what Peter used to perform his duties for the pack, and therefore had special privileges to use whenever he needed meaning he was usually glued to the thing. Now having the attention of the girls meant they were somewhat silent gathering the attention of the rest of the Homeroom that now focused on the Trio who except for peter seemed oblivious to the staring as Derek was still intently drawing, and dean was trying to sneak peaks at said drawing. Peter's next action made hearts flutter, because he placed a hand on Dean's nape and pulled him close enough that his lips almost brushed the Shell of Deans ear to whisper.
"Someone's popular, they are actually arguing over who gets to ask you to the dance"
Of course no one heard this whisper except Dean, and Derek, but he was rather focused on his drawing still, but the effect Deans blush had was almost instant, noticing said response of the girls flushing and giggling again, Peter smirked and as he leaned back into his own seat he gently dragged his hand back, making sure it stayed in contact with Dean for as long as possible. Dean seemed unsure of how to respond to the info given to him, slowly returned to comfortably sit in his chair as well, completely unaware that the mere fact that peters arm was resting along the back of Derek's chair so his hand was brushing against dean's arm was causing an effect. Everyone noticed the contact between the scary but beautiful Hale and the flirty, yet secretive transfer student, this somehow signaled a break in the stay back rule that surrounded the three whenever they were together. The first to approach was of course Sam with a smirk on his face.
"Always the centre of attention, you Big J" Sam smirked at his brother's confused glare "good luck." Then he was off knowing the outcome would be all over the school after next period, Sam shook his head at the Whispers he just overheard. Dean still has not caught on to what happened and was still happening if only because over the last month, and especially the last week, he has gotten used to that damn angel, and both the Hales being rather tactile. The angel explaining that Dean was rather important to the whole scheme of things, could not die, the angel not understanding humans meant that dean has not had to feel pain for very long, and even old scars were starting to fade with each time the angel healed him and healing meant touching. Peter on the other hand, told him about pack and scenting and, he was pack kind of, and that meant free reign in touching because smell is important, and Derek has been doing in since day one anyway.
Now only 10 minutes left of homeroom, and some people have followed Sam's example and left. This left far more girls than boys, and of course the Trio in the centre of it all. Peter, who still hasn't resumed his business with his phone, was actually looking rather pleasant as he quietly watched who won the argument amongst the females, and occasionally whispered things to Derek who was still happily swinging his legs and was now writing on the back of his drawing, and Dean who still confused but was actually pouting, because he was still not allowed to look at Derek's drawing waited patiently for the bell. This bolstered the apparent winner, a miss Shelby King if peter isn't mistaken, of who gets to ask The Dean Winchester to the sock hop, even though the arguments were still going on, because high school is after all a hierarchy, luckily for our D list senior queen bee (oh how Peter loved Deans classification system it simplified everything), there were no A list-ers in this particular homeroom.
"Hi, Dean" came the sickly sweet high pitch voice of Shelby. Dean's eyes snapped from the clock on the wall towards the speaker, in his peripherals he saw both hales wince at the words that came out of the girls mouth.
"Umm… Hey, uhh" Dean trailed off, he knew her name started with an S, deciding to get this over with he, settled for a name and went with it. "Shelley was it" Dean looked at her almost smile before embarrassment over took her face so he was close "sorry I am awful with names" Peter smirked and shook his head slightly at Derek who also picked up on the lie Dean's heart told.
"It's Shelby" the girl forcefully gritted out through a strained smile that was really more a clenching of teeth.
"I really am sorry, "another lie the Hales picked up on, "how may I help you?"
"I..." the blush came back "I was uhh wondering … that is, would you go to the Dance with me?"
"NO" This was yelled by Derek, who glared at the interloper who broached their bubble, it also caused Peter to gain just the slightest glint of danger in his eye readying himself to jump in if needed.
At this point Shelby did about the worst thing and started to talk down to Derek rather than allow Dean to engage the enraged 5 year old. "Hunny, I was talking to Dean, it's not nice to interrupt adults who are talking." If possible during this one sentence the girl's voice got even more babyish and high pitched. "Maybe you should leave with your uncle and let us talk alone" unbeknownst to Shelby this was exactly the wrong thing to say in front of Dean.
"No, I am going to the dance with dean" Derek announced standing up on his chair with the help of Peter glaring fiercely at the girl.
"What do you mean you are going with Dean last I checked babies don't go to high school, and therefore not allowed to the dance, won't it be past your bedtime." She glared at Derek before staring expectantly at Dean. Only to freeze at the icy glare Dean was giving her, the deadly stare Dean was giving was cut off by Peter.
"Dear nephew, I do believe you have to ask before declaring that."
"Oh yeah". Derek turned towards Dean, and pat him on shoulder leaving his hand there. Not wanting to glare at Derek Dean forced his face into a calm expression before looking up at the child. Derek relishing the fact that he was taller than Dean when standing on a chair, stood a little straighter. Derek only let Dean go to hold up his picture it was close to the very first picture Derek drew with Dean except the lack of blood and the addition of socks to their feet. Dean smiled up at Derek who began reading what was written on the back.
"Dean, I cordally" "cordially" Peter absently corrects Derek who just plowed on through his script. "Invite you to the sock-hop dance with me, love Derek." Losing a bit of his nerve Derek looked down at his feet his ears going a bit pink.
"Hang on Kiddo, I will answer you after I answer my first invite okay." Dean placed a hand on Derek's shoulder his fingers brushing his neck making Derek look up to see Dean smiling, Derek grinned and dislodged Deans hand as he sat back down to patiently await his response from Dean, Dean turned back to the girl glaring daggers at a child "Shelley…" peters snort, let Dean know he got the name wrong again, he really didn't care "I am going to decline your request to go to the dance with you, as I already have a date." Shelby was actually fuming and could hear her meager reputation hitting rock bottom. Dean then looked back at Derek who was sitting happily in his chair again fiddling with his drawing. "Der-bear," making Derek look up at him once again before continuing "I would love to go to the sock-hop dance with you." Dean braced himself, as Derek practically launched himself into a hug still clutching his picture and buried his head into Dean's neck just as the bell rang. Derek didn't want to let go, Dean glanced at peter who shrugged so dean just picked him up, and started towards the door, completely oblivious to the Smirk Derek sent Shelby, who was left standing embarrassed in front of the other girls of Mr. Drew's homeroom class and furiously wiping tears away glaring once more at the five year old who bested her. Peter just smiled at Shelby and took a picture.
"You know, saving all the happy memories, of Derek's first school dance, after all the buddy group is hosting it." After another grin with teeth bordering on too sharp Peter gave a little wave and left the room to catch up to Dean and Derek. This proved too much for the poor girl who promptly burst into tears and was instantly surrounded by the other vultures… I mean females.
Peter once again typing away on his phone, caught up quickly to Dean who now had Derek on his back.
"Are you going to pick me up for the dance?" Derek asked.
"What am I chopped broccoli?" Peter said announcing his presence for Dean's benefit while Derek giggled at his uncle.
"So are you going to pick me and uncle Peter up?" Derek amends.
"Of course, what kind of date would I be if I didn't go and pick you and your chaperone up?"
The three talked about their Dance night plans, and Dean promised, to bring flowers, and Derek will get flowers too. And yes they can wear shoes, sock-hop is just a name.
The buddies, really were the planning committee for the sock-hop, and so the kindergarteners parents were joining today's buddy session, much to the delight of Derek who got to spend time with his two favorite people, because Peter once again is acting as caretaker for the current youngest hale. Entering the Gym caused a few seniors to stare, it seems news traveled faster than anticipated, albeit a little wrong in the details. With the mumbles, from an Ariel Illingworth, calling Peter and Dean sinful, and are sure to go straight to hell, to Derek Matthews detailing Peter and Deans entirely secret affair with relish and how he found out, but since he really liked both of them kept their secret, until they were ready.
"Peter, why is the girl who calls me an Ahhhsss… you know for no reason glaring at us this time?" Dean whispers in his ear.
"Apparently you and I are in a sinful relationship, being of the homosexual variety, all very boring really." Seeing Dean's confused frown. "Dean they think we are dating, because they heard a rumour about you going to the dance with me, not my adorable nephew." Peter simplifies.
"I know what you meant Peter, I am confused as why that is their problem if we are or not." Dean frowned at the people who were outright glaring at them and the few that were trying to be subtle about it. Peter was pleasantly surprised by the reaction from the supposed perfect definition of a white straight all American male.
"Uncle why are they mad at us?" Derek hid his face in Dean's neck once more mumbling about the smell not being nice at all.
"I don't know darling, but let's find out, shall we?" Peter rubbed his hand along his nephews back trying to calm him, as he quickly explained chemo signals and how Derek was still sensitive to them, children usually were, and how negative emotions tended to make everything worse for the young Werewolf's control. Dean nodded understandingly as they walked up to the Girl spouting about disgusting behaviour.
"Ariel what are you talking about?" Dean asked, not even flinching as Derek's tiny little claws came out reflexively, to self sooth, much like a kittens, as he clenched and unclenched his fists in Dean's leather jacket.
"You and your appalling behaviour towards Shelby, she asked you out, and you dismissed her and embarrassed her to go to the dance with a boy, we really don't like your sort in this town." She said standing straight with her mother behind her.
"Since when are you the voice of this town, I only counted about seven of you glaring at us that means approximately twenty-three others don't mind one bit that I am taking a boy."
"So you admit it, you are an unnatural freak." Arial spat out. And before Dean could respond Peter put his hand out to push dean back. Turning into the Beacon Hill's pack's left hand before the groups eyes. Tapping on his phone for a few minutes he starts reading the tiny screen.
"Arial Meghan Illingworth, senior, AP classes. Christian, working class family, adopted to an elderly couple." Peter barely glanced up at the woman behind Ariel who gasped at being called elderly. "Who are first generation Americans, an
Only child, homeschooled until High school." Peter looked up at that one" that's a little late no wonder your social skills are abysmal"
"She was very sickly as a child, it wouldn't do her any good to be surrounded by others" Ariel's mother defended
"oh, is that why she hobbled around on a too short decorative cane for three weeks claiming ,she may as well get used to it ." Peter asked causing the senior girl turn bright red embarrassed. "Anyway, no contact to others, and an absolute condescending know it all attitude, you should be a loner, but you actually managed to make friends in the D list students. It's still only is just a step above loser status though."
"Don't worry Ariel he can't really do anything to you, just stop listening to him" Curtis came to stand by the girl starting to shake with anger.
Peter shrugged and continued "You hold utter contempt for anyone, Shelby, your leader is rejected by, but did you know your hate is very much unfounded." Peter looks up and scans the room of people who are silent except the kids who are slowly circling, fidgeting and playing in the general vicinity of the adults not too sure what's going on but sensing that they have to witness it as well. "look at Derek Matthews, your fearless leader, for months called his girlfriend a gold digging … you know, and then in a turn of events when his girlfriend dropped out of school guess what Shelby did, asked him out and when he rejected her, she spread rumours that he was an…bully who took advantage of her, let's be honest he's not the greatest but even I know he wouldn't take advantage, of anyone, considering Shelby does spread her…self pretty wide" Peter being very conscious of the children listening.
"You don't know that, he hates me for no reason, if I went and said hi to him he probably would tell me to fuck off." Ariel finding support in the people who were agreeing with her. Peter and Dean glared at the language, as Ariel's little buddy April tested out the words instantly. Earning a glare from the little girl's mother who directed a few kids away from the scene.
"Is that what you believed or is it what Shelby said, and now this with Dean once again rumours that you instantly believe." Peter smirked and continued "with your show of intelligence and research skills it's no wonder you have applied to all eight Ivy League universities, sadly you don't have any other backups that's not very smart. Even with your grades being well above the 25th/75th percentile you still need bursaries, and scholarships."
"Yeah not everyone is as rich as you or Matthews, you have the world handed to you, hell, probably that Winchester kid does as well because you rich kids are all the same and exclude everyone else." Peter raised a brow at Mr. Wilcox Curtis' dad, the only two parents that are here for their senior children, they are on the PAC and volunteered to chaperone the dance.
"ahh yes speaking of my wealth," Peter wouldn't address the Dean issue, because it wasn't his place to say that Dean lived out of a motel, turned back to the girl he was actually talking to "you applied for three that my family's companies, and little side projects fund, just for your information" Peter was definitely enjoying this, as shock overtook the righteous anger she once held so tightly. "You still might get the other seven you applied for, because "Peter typed out an email. "As of right now you will never get a cent of Hale money."
"That doesn't matter," Peter didn't even flinch at the triumphant screech "I have already been accepted for a full ride to any school that accepted me." Ariel was sure the Hales didn't have anything to do with that scholarship that accepted her.
Peter once again looked up. "You were" peter emphasized the word "accepted for one, except I just told them I found out your ideals don't match what our Family and company, believe in, that's too bad. That is my punishment for today's slurs, You better rethink every thought and belief you have Ms. Illingworth because if you continue, let me spell it out for you, I started the company your father works for now, I have voting shares that supply your mother's company with the technology that give it a cutting edge in today's market." At this the other adults who were agreeing with the Illingworth's looked scared "but enough of that lets get back to you and today. I bet you think it's too late that you are already accepted to schools, but the letters come out next week. I should know, every individual member of my family from Talia, to Cora who hasn't even been born yet, that means 11 people, are loyal charitable donors to many of the Ivy League schools you applied to, we get updates for when we hit the point of no return to change our minds about a scholarship. we make a yearly donations as well it gives our scholarship students a directly pass go card to any of the 8 ivy league schools, sadly that's not you anymore, our various organizations have many scholarship opportunities, like the three you applied too, what were they again, oh yes, our law firm that helps out Amnesty International, where you said and I quote here 'I Believe in the Equality of all humans and am very strong and verbal about my opinions', then there was Médecins Sans Frontières."
"I didn't apply for that one" Ariel cut in hoping that he was mistaken, and it wasn't her that he rescinded the money from.
"oh sorry, you don't speak other languages, I am talking about Doctors Without Borders, where you boasted knowing the oath of respecting any humans right to medicine, irrespective of race, religion, creed or political affiliation, and that you practiced this belief with helping and respecting your fellow students, very passionate words you wrote"
"Everyone lies on those, you can't fault me for that." Ariel growls out.
"Yeah that's why you didn't get either of those, my family is very intelligent and we do read the applications we discard the ones that quote our mission statements word for word. The one you actually did receive, and just lost, was the one you applied to within your mothers business it gives either money directly to help start up a business, usually a technology based one, or if someone actually asked for a scholarship it is preferred to go to the student as it comes with a contract that the student will work for a Hale company, and if they choose to go independent that a contract would be made with one of our technology companies."
Ariel tried desperately to remember the application her mother brought home on a whim, "The name hale wasn't on that application, I would remember and maybe would have talked to you about it"
"See you couldn't have caught that though because our companies are under the blanket Company, The Selene Beacon," Peter smiled charmingly, "as we established that includes my company that I run from the shadows, I can't actually own some of them until I meet my majority, unless of course I founded the business."
"I didn't know." Ariel went even paler.
"exactly, it's the way we like it, I do all my business in usually new or risky areas it works very well for my family as we get a head start on many avenues but if I mess up all I have to do is own up to my mistakes, and I am pretty free from permanent repercussions. I am after all only 15. Enough about me, though it is my favourite subject." Dean laughed a bit at that "Now where was I … oh yes your abysmal future, did you know the Hales are Legacies to all of the Ivy League schools as well many other universities. My family can make it so you will only ever be accepted into community colleges. Now you really should apologize to my friend, and my favorite nephew, because you think it is absolutely disgusting that they go to a high school sock-hop together, that is being organized by our lovely Kindergarten class." By the end, Peter's calmly stated facts, the Illingworth women, were looking rather pale and sickly.
"Wait you're going with Derek Hale, not Peter" Derek Matthews burst out laughing "That's great, I thought I was the only one going with my little buddy." Derek clapped his Little brother Kyle on the back, the kid who Derek is nice to but not friends with if Peter remembers correctly.
Derek finally being calm enough to lift his head without flashing his eyes at people asked "why did people think you were going with Uncle Peter, I drew a picture, and asked you properly to the dance, not Peter." Derek hooked his chin on Dean's shoulder that was shrugged in way of an answer staring and making the 5 people who were also glaring and agreeing with miss uppity one and two, to look guilty, and scared. When both Derek's got the rest of the children's attention, with little Derek showing off his picture, and re telling how he nicely asked Dean to the sock-hop dance and big Derek aw'ing and commenting on every detail. At the end of the retelling of the dance proposal, a blushing Dean and both Derek's were surrounded by rather protective parents, who looked distrustfully at the others who made their stance known on the relatively new, to them, problem that their children may face one day. The two senior boys silently agreed to assign the children and the parents to make decorations for the dance. During all of this Peter still hadn't moved from his spot glaring at the girl who was looking about ready to faint.
"Well Ms. Illingworth, are you going to single handily destroy not only your life but your parents' as well, or are you going to apologize for not only insulting me, but my family and their ideals." Peter glared at the four other adults still glaring at the fifteen year old "Also do not think I have forgotten about all of your support in this disgusting girl's attitude and behaviour, you know your connections to the Hale family. I will expect written apologies, and donations to our local LGBT support programme. That can be transferred into an account in the Beacon Hills local Bank" Peter typed away on his phone for a few seconds "this is the account number." Peter continued writing the numbers down clearly on several different pieces of paper.
"There isn't a freak support group in this town." who, was a local factory owner, who out sourced his work and underpaid his employees said smugly.
"Well then maybe you should make a generous donation to help fund one then." Peter smirked. "Especially, because it's me you do your business with. Mr. Rawluk, we really don't want certain people finding out the inner workings of your 'novelty' toy factory" now that the man with the deepest pockets was put in his place Peter continued "I am expecting the donation in a week… make that the night of that dance as your last chance, you may use your discretion, but know that I know how deep your pockets go, if I am not satisfied you will not like the consequences." Peter went to turn around but halted, "except you Illingworth, if you choose to apologise to Dean and Derek this way, but know this you will be pay no matter what, I want your parents to give up their saving as of today meant for your education to the new society, I assure you, you won't like the second option should you refuse."
"If we do that, you will help my daughter get into university then?" Mrs. Illingworth asked.
"I already did, and she insulted me, I can promise she won't be black listed, that is rather generous considering today's events." Peter turned sharply towards the now crying teen, and her friend glaring daggers at him "you got what you deserved". Peter turned his back to the now ostracized group and smiled at the scene before him, Dean had a flower crown upon his head as he made wings to tape to some of the kids backs, while Derek looked like a little king, and somehow Matthews fashioned knight's helmet for himself and the other kids, and was now awkwardly working on swords looking through a small slit in his construction paper helmet. While the parents were writing details of actual plans for the dance. Walking up snapping a few pictures to upload later, Derek finally noticed his arrival.
"Uncle are you finished being mama's lefty?" Derek whispered, he seems to be getting better at that particular skill, Peter noted proudly.
"Yes, nephew I am finished working"
"Good, you can be a prince, and today Dean is a princess, because the girls wanted to be knights or dragons with pretty wings, but every story needs a princess." Derek explained.
"I thought you were going to be making decorations? Not play dress up.''
"Silly Peter," Dean grinned, and Peter glared that sounded too much like Rabbit for his liking. "This is a sock-hop dance planned and organized by kindergarteners of course there is dressing up involved." Dean explained while crowning Peter with a smaller version of Derek's crown. Earning glares, but no one commented on their actions.
"If you insist." Thus started the dance theme being a Magical Night in Camelot. The rest of the day went smoothly as it could with several people, avoiding Peter like he had the plague. At the end of the day majority of the buddies were going together, or were going to go as a trio, if the seniors already had dates with their own classmates. Matthews, stuck around them rather closely, and to Peter's knowledge with no ulterior motive other then he liked making up stories his current theory is that the Hales are an old Mafia Family, decedents from the Borgias themselves. When Peter told him his family is more prominently Grecian than Italian, the kid spouted star crossed lovers, and a family feud and the Hales are the lovers descendants, Peter decided that further talking to the Matthews kid would make Peter lose control, and therefore didn't tell him that Greece and Italy were for the most part allies throughout history.