Katherine And Wonderful young lady who messaged me to tell me the same thing!: Thanks guys. Great to know you're paying attention! That being said, love how you guys only contact me when I fuck up. Bad behavior reinforcement is bad! Love ya both, thanks for chipping in.
Yaoi: Welcome to the story! I'd say you mean "humor"/"humour"(which means body fluids in Latin/Greek!) but by your name you might actually mean "hummer". And quite right with the rest, though all I can say is, Stiles and Dean have a lot in common... *evil smirk* Other than dead mothers, and alcoholic, previously kind of abusive fathers that is. *is shot*
Guest whose name is now Racacoon: Hello, Racacoon! Please use this name if you review again so I know it's you! And YES I am very VERY aware that Raccoons are not rodents and that they are "procyonidae lotor"s. BUT Dean would not know or care about that, and "rodent" is more widely used for most mammal varmits, and rolls off the tongue a lot easier. Sorry for it hindering your focus, it wasn't ignorance on the topic, just a literary choice. Thanks for the support though!
KittyCatAttack: 16-Yes, you're horribly sadistic, I know. I think that's normal. Cas is oddly a pretty bland part of that chapter though somewhat important, and Crowley hurting himself to help Dean when he knew Cas and Sam couldn't is very touching and adds value to his character. 15- Yes Gabe is awesome. AND NO, THAT'S GROSS, BAD, NO GABE/CHUCK, THAT'S HIS DAD, THEY DO NOT HAVE THE RELATIONSHIP FOR INCEST, FOR THEM IT'S WRONG, STOP IT.
Sorry. If anybody ships them, go ahead, they won't come up much, but that really is not what I was going for.
Cassie: Sorry it took so long to get back on this. I've been working on HAWOM a lot, I'm updating that after this. Yep! Say it all the time, "Oh my Cas" or as I use "Oh my Chuck". Thanks for enjoying that, I added it as a nice little conclusion. This chapter is for the pack, and plenty of pairings. Hope you enjoy!
Little correction: This is definitely more than a year after the first season of TeenWolf, just think "over a year" for anywhere you've seen a year. My bad.
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Stiles jumped as Ms. Martin, who Lydia wanted him to call Natalie but he couldn't work it into his mental vocabulary, yelled up. Malia quickly pulled him down to keep him in a laying position. "Lydia, some of your friends are here!" Lydia sighed.
"Okay, mom!" Malia then turned her head towards the stairs, or where they'd be of there wasn't a wall in the way.
"They're coming up." Stiles started scrambling to get up and dressed again but Lydia whacked him in the stomach as he tried to get up. The door opened casually.
"He- Oh. Uh, Hey!" Scott shot Stiles a 'well done' look. Then Liam poked his head in.
"Why's Derek being all squirm- Oh! Hey, uh guys. We're just gonna…" Liam was obviously trying to close the door but Scott was holding it open, giving Stiles a proud look. "Scott. Close the door?"
"Uh, we'll be out in a minute…" Stiles said but Scott smirked.
"Oh, don't let us rush you." Stiles gave him a look that said 'cut it out!' and Scott scrambled to shut the door. Lydia was the first to get up and start getting dressed. Malia followed quickly and immediately threw Stiles' pants at him. He glared dully and pulled them on over his boxers. He pulled on his t-shirt before slipping into his blue and black plaid over shirt. Peter was also already in the backyard by the time they got downstairs. He kept giving Stiles a pissy look until they finally came out the French doors and Stiles wouldn't move any further. Peter was in a lounge chair by the pool. So between the doors and the grass where the camping would take place. He could go around the pool but wouldn't that be a bit obvious? Stiles rubbed his head, messing up his hair further.
"Hey…" He said, sounding pained to even open his mouth.
"You smell like sex." Peter bit out. Stiles cleared his throat, feeling like he was choking on the awkward in the air.
Uh, Thanks..."
"With my daughter." Peter growled and he wore a glare, and Stiles winced in recognition at that, but Peter's eyes weren't glowing, which was rare if he was mad. Stiles stared back terrified none the less, not wanting to break eye contact and leave himself vulnerable.
"I know that, you know that, hell those three know that." Stiles gesture to Scott, Derek, and Liam. Scott was still beaming at him, and the other two still looked uncomfortable. "Unless you're planning on asking how it was, is the oversharing necessary?"
"Wait! Can we ask how it was?!" Scott exclaimed and the other two groaned. Peter gave him a look that said 'I don't care if I said I didn't want to kill you anymore, it is now looking like a very tempting option', but Stiles was glaring at him too hard to even look over at Peter.
"DUDE!" Scott gave them both his puppy dog eyes and they both subconsciously toned down their glares.
"Not cool?" He asked pouting.
"No, definitely not cool. Better judgment man." Stiles remembered he was dealing with an angry Peter and turned back to him, only to see Peter was looking away from everyone, drumming his fingers on his chair as if irritated. Stiles still went around the other side of the pool and shot Peter a puppy eyed look of his own, which was met with a huff. Stiles just took a seat in the grass, he rolled around on it a bit too, trying to make the time pass quicker. Scott actually poked him as they waited for Kira. Dark descended, and Lydia and Malia made a fire, just before Kira finally arrived, her and Scott kissing in a welcome.
"So, do you think maybe these hunters are just trying to figure out what's going on with everything around here?" Stiles watched Scott shrug and look to him.
"I don't know, but with hunters, it's best not to take the chance. Scott, have you filled in Argent?" Scott gave a nod.
"He said he'd try to get back and he'd call up his contacts in the morning to see if these hunters are friends of his." Lydia had seemed a bit stiff, as if wanting to ask something, but Malia piped in instead, wrapping her arm around the banshee.
"Do they seem like the burning people as they sleep type?" She glanced to Peter, who tensed but looked to him to answer. Stiles steeled his jaw, giving it thought.
"No, they don't. They seem decent enough. They're looking for monsters, not werewolves. If we keep our distance we should be fine for now."
"Then we keep our heads down. Stay out of trouble." Scott said with an undertone of 'you heard the man'. Stiles felt anxious when Scott looked to him as second in command, as his war leader and tactical specialist. "Stiles." He said quietly to him, though the others would hear it anyway. Stiles leaned in so he could whisper to him. "I know you probably don't want anything to do with these guys, but could you be the pack liasion if Argent needs one of us to talk to these guys with him?" Stiles furrowed his brow.
"Sure man, but why not you?" Stiles didn't mind if Scott was asking him, but it didn't really make sense. Scott was better with people, not as snarky, not as sarcastic or rude, more innocent seeming, much more peaceful.
"Argent and Deaton said it's a bad idea to expose a pack's alpha to hunters. It's best to have the beta handle interactions." Stiles shrugged.
"Why not have Derek do it? I'm not even a werewolf, we'll seem weak."
"You know them already, and Derek's not my beta. You are." Scott put his hand on Stiles' shoulder and gave a squeeze. "And you are one of the strongest people I've ever known, Stiles." Stiles didn't know if it was "appropriate, but he hugged Scott with one arm, the other holding him up. Scott returned it with both arm, putting all his weight on Stiles, and Stiles managed to hold it up with his own, giving a small laugh before they both pulled back. Then a small beach ball hit him in the eye, and his arm slipped out from under him, taking him to the ground. Malia and Peter both laughed loudly, so either of them could've thrown it. Or Lydia for that matter. Maybe even Derek, but he'd seemed too mature for that as of late. He wiped some pool water off his cheek, and looked toward the pool, and of course Lydia was sauntering back to her seat. He chucked the ball at a chuckling Peter, but the wolf quickly pushed it back, and Stiles toppled again as it hit him with some force, he tried to snag it as it bounced off angrily, but it rolled away quickly, and Stiles was rolling and fumbling up and after it as Peter laughed at him shamelessly. He followed after the ball, finally catching it as a pair of fancy shoes, just lightly scuffed, stepped out the door in front of him, and he stood up straight. "Hello, sir." Stiles said awkwardly, and the man nodded with a smile.
"If you lot plan to use the pool, I suggest turning the heater on, this kind of weather." He brought up his hand, holding a bag of marshmallows. "Figured you'd all enjoy these." Stiles face turned hot for no real reason, juggling the ball awkwardly, trying to take the food, before there was a hand on his left hip, and another snaked around to grab the plastic bag, and gently pull him back, which was honestly a relief.
"Thanks, sorry about him. Lydia is back by the fire if you're looking for her." Peter's voice had that cold distance, hidden by warm fake courtesy, and a heat that could only be called defensive. Before Stiles knew it, Peter was pushing him back to his seat, Peter stole Lydia's, Lydia having taken his, Malia still between the two, but Peter didn't object to Stiles sitting closer to Scott than him. Scott was looking from Peter to Mr. Crowley, and the look on his face was still soft and kind, but protective as he let his arm poke out a bit more and brush Stiles' arm. Stiles gave momentary consideration that perhaps they knew the man was as weird as Stiles knew he was from the start. Lydia gave a happy wave at her father with giddiness that Stiles rarely saw in her. The man returned her smile with his own and gestured that he'd be inside before leaving. He saw Malia smile as he looked at Lydia without her knowing and he felt wrong staring, so he looked farther to the side, to catch Peter looking away from him, and he chose to ignore that as a wolf thing, looking into the black mesh where one would usually find trees. He sighed and laid in the grass looking out the white/clear more open center netting to see the starry night, clearer out in the suburbs than it was deeper into the town. Though there they still had plenty of stars, here-just a few miles away, an easy walk out- the sky just felt different, darker and more peaceful. He managed to fall asleep there.
When he awoke in the night randomly, which he sometimes did, especially when he was sleeping in an odd place, it seemed he inched away from Scott a bit, and Scott had retreated away into Kira's arms for the night. What surprised him was that Peter had seemed to have stayed the same beside him, except he was looking up now, into the sky. His sleeping bag was unzipped and laid over him, doubling as a comforter, a function he rarely used, it having rarely been cold enough to warrant more than a heavy fleece. He snaked a arm out to poke the wolf's ribs, and his hand was grabbed in surprise, but Peter just stared down at him.
"Hey, sleepy head." Peter gave a dazed smile, returning to reality. Stiles rubbed his eyes.
"How are you still up?" The question obviously meant why, not how, and Peter shrugged.
"Got distracted..." Stiles rolled his eyes, and laid on his side, facing Peter.
"Why'd you stay up, Creeper?" Peter looked down at him, and he looked like he saw something, and whatever it was seemed to make him smile. Stiles didn't ask, waiting for an answer to his first question.
"Maybe I wanted to watch over you, with all the trouble you've been getting yourself into." Peter said with a smirk. Stiles pushed at the wolf, only to have his arm grabbed. He tried to pull back but Peter was inspecting it with a look. "Where'd you get these burns, Stiles?" Stiles leaned into Peter's space to looke at his own arm.
"Those little things? It's nothing. There was a psycho fountain at the mall, spouting out like boiling water. Lydia got burned too." Peter looked towards the girls holding each other in their sleep before looking back.
"Not Malia though...?" Stiles shrugged settling back on the ground, just slightly closed.
"She probably healed." Stiles took to looking up at the stars, and Peter gave a shrug, settling to do the same. "It's a nice night..." Peter nodded.
"It's beautiful... nice to be out like this..." Stiles fixed him with a look.
"I don't know why you've been so weird around me lately, but you know I'm fine right? Nothing's gonna hurt me..." Peter seemed tense at that, so Stiles gave a hum. "You're stuck with me..." Peter gave a nervous laugh before giving him a look.
"Are you really?" Stiles quirked his head looking for an explanation. "Fine I mean..."
"Yeah, why do you ask?" Peter shrugged.
"Just something in your eyes lately... Like a flash of darkness... It just kind makes me worry- wonder if you're here, on the same plane as the rest of us..." Stiles couldn't say he didn't know what Peter meant. He'd felt it himself enough times. Like the room had blacked out. Not physically, just that feeling you would get when it did. And it kind of worried him that it wasn't absolutely terrifying. Stiles gave a nod nonetheless.
"I'm okay, Peter..." Peter sighed but nodded. "Get some sleep okay? Promise." Peter smiled at him.
"Promise." Stiles rolled over, facing away from Peter, and falling asleep before long.
When he woke in the morning, he felt the same hold on him that Scott had on Kira the night before. He gave a groan, hearing others shift in the early morning light. "Scott, get off me or I'll kick you..." Scott sat up in front of him, at least a couple feet away.
"I'm not on you." The end of his words gave hint of amusement and Stiles turned his head to see whose was set against it. Of course to his surprise, it was Peter, his face peaceful. He looked to Scott eyes wide.
"Get him off, dude." Scott scoffed.
"How?"
"I don't know, tickle him." Scott rolled his eyes.
"You get him off!" Scott laughed and Stiles glared dully giving a huff. Stiles pushed a hand pokingly into one of the arms Peter had around him.
"Peter..." He said hesitantly. The arms gave him a squeeze and he squeaked ever so slightly under his breath.
"I'm up. Kick or tickle me and I'll bite you..." Peter's soft voice rumbled in his ear quietly. Stiles squirmed, but Peter just nuzzled his neck before pressing his cheek to Stiles' shoulder. Peter just gave a whining huff. "Sthop..."
"Peter..." It came out as a whine of his own though he meant it to be a demand. "It's morning. Come on man, I wanna stretch..." Peter actually growled in his ear and Stiles bit his lip as he spoke.
"No... Mine. Stay." Peter grumbled. He gave a happy huff when Stiles stilled blushing, looking over to Scott and Kira pleadingly. Scott sighed after a few moments.
"Peter, not yours, let Stiles go. Everyone's getting up anyway." Peter pouted against Stiles' back, but his grip laxed and Stiles pulled away a bit to stretch. He didn't move out of reach, but he of course didn't go back to Peter's arms, disappointing Peter and making him feel slightly guilty. He reached his hand the short distance to gently brush Peter's and the half asleep man smiled, twitching his fingers up to caress Stiles' hand in return. Stiles pulled away, hoping it would sate the heat building in his stomach. He worried it'd upset Peter, but the wolf smiled, almost smirked, but it was too warm to be a smirk.