I don't own Teen Wolf but if I did I would give Derek big black wings.

Thanks to Jo for beta work. You rock.

Derek's POV

Angels are a nuisance. They float around with their golden halos and their white skin being all cute and sweet and it really pisses Derek off. Derek hated being an Angel. He was one of the first to fall, after the big guy of course. His first job was to be nice to some travellers and give them a miracle. Be nice! As if.

So Derek blew up a sandstorm and they got lost and one guy got his skirt wrapped around his head. Derek liked that. The skirt around the head. He wasn't too keen on the skinny hairy legs he could see though, so he left them to it. Left them lost. They're probably still wandering around some desert.

To make amends for his crime he was sent to give a little rain to some waning crops. He visited the town and was so excited when he discovered cooked goat that he forgot about the water until it was almost too late. He ended up flooding the place out of irritation. Apparently eating goat and flooding crops is a bad deed not a good one.

His third crime was to help a beautiful queen have a much longed for baby. Well, no one told Derek the king had to be involved that afternoon. He was just told to make a hot queen pregnant.

That was day three. That's why he's got one of the best apartments in hell. It's awesome, the views, the heat, the screams are music to his ears. Apart from when he's grumpy. He's not grumpy so much now but for the last few centuries he couldn't work it out. Well he could, he knew why he was grumpy. But Devils didn't need life partners. They could seduce anyone they wanted.

Alas he was lonely. Then Scott came along. An apprentice. A fallen Angel who needed training. What fallen Angel needs training to be bad?

The boy's crime was masturbation. He was in love with another Angel and rather than brushing feathers together he went the full hog. Or as full a hog as any Angel can go when they notice something sticking out and wonder how to get rid of it. Derek hates Scott. A lot. He hates Scott's best friend even more.

Scott is a crap fallen Angel who won't even help a ship full of pirates raid a government gold consignment. The un-fallen friend seemed quite interested in visiting pirates but he was reluctant because of his Angelness. Derek glared at him until he ran away then dragged Scott to the Caribbean to frighten some English men and throw their gold to the bottom of the ocean.

Scott keeps disappearing to hang out with Stiles. At first Derek's pissed because Scott is slacking on his Devil duties, a century later he realises that maybe Scott avoiding him is for the best because if the boy hasn't improved in a hundred years there's little hope for him now. So Derek spends a while just running into him from time to time when Scott finds himself inexplicably attracted to natural disasters. Stiles is always there too, as are other Angels making miracles and shit. Stiles just wants to watch though, every time he tries to help he kind of makes things a little worse before he makes them better.

Heaven was pissed when Stiles was missing for months hanging out in Paris watching the French Revolution. Stiles was the only Angel there that time, but Derek and his little crew of Lydia (top bitch, and vicious), Jackson (pussy), Danny (great warrior) and Scott (useless shithead) make sure to wreak a lot of havoc.

Scott excelled the most, behind Lydia. At first Derek's confused until he realises that Stiles is giving Scott idea's like 'make them chuck rotten fruit at those sleeping soldiers' and 'make his stockings muddy'. Derek's impressed by this Angel who he thought he hated. Stiles has levels.

So he watches him for a while, from a distance. Stalker like. Stiles loves holidays because he loves eating. Derek watches in fascination as this Angel, this perfect Angel who is the shittest Angel Derek has ever come across eats his own bodyweight in food. It's not that he does bad things like Derek did, he's just clumsy and useless. He would make a crap Devil as well Derek realises because he's got a little heart and Derek likes that.

Except that he doesn't. He doesn't like little hearts at all and to prove it he frightens some grazing ponies in a field. Then he goes to find Stiles again, who is doing flying stunts. He's pretty good too. Not that Derek would tell him.

Derek's supervising Jackson giving kids candy when their parents aren't looking to make the kids hyper when he spots Stiles flying into a church. Derek's not allowed in churches because they give him the creeps so he hangs out on a crypt instead. Beside an Angel statue. At first he makes obscene gestures in front of it before he gets bored and sticks leaves in naughty places.

When Stiles joins him, Derek puts on his best internal smirk because he's going to be tapping that ass tonight. Problem was he didn't want that ass to go. He liked the ass and the Angel who owned it. So what if he talked too much and watched bad movies and wore ridiculous clothes. He made Derek grumpy. In a good way. In an 'I want to rip his throat out but I can't because I'm fucking him' kind of way.

He thinks, sometimes when Stiles is kicking him in bed, wings tickling his nose that he may be in lo- no can't say it. Not that word. Never that word. But he thinks it anyway, because Stiles demands curly fries and Derek gets them, then he demands to go to the movies and Derek's never actually sat through a whole movie. He sometimes goes to make the kids in the back row burst through their condoms or make the projector burst into flames, especially five minutes from the end of the movie. He rarely watches any of the show.

He's definitely never watched any of the show while taking a seat. And eating. Stiles tells him this is a date. It's not. It's business. There's a forty seven year old couple back there recreating their first date from thirty years ago that Derek remembers vividly. Fools, if they want another kid, a late one, who is he to stop them.

So Stiles has dragged Derek's arm around his shoulders, and they're sharing popcorn and soda and Stiles mouth is hanging open, his eyes glued to the screen but Derek can't stop looking at Stiles because something's happening, he's having some sort of epiphany. Stiles is made for him. Not made for him as in he's perfect to fuck kind of made, but made for him as in he makes Derek better. Other Devils don't run in fear, and Derek no longer makes them just for the craic.

Stiles is not a crap Angel, Stiles is the best Angel because he's fulfilling his purpose. While others fly about and do happy shit Stiles makes Derek happy. And that's all Derek needs.

He still calls Stiles an ass for choosing such a crap movie, still makes sure there's toilet paper sticking to some girls knickers when she leaves the toilet and he makes sure to set at least have a dozen car alarms off in the parking lot before he takes Stiles home, all while Stiles watches, grossly fascinated while scolding at the same time.

And if he's gentle with Stiles when they get to bed, so what. If he wants to say a word he can't and makes a code, so what. If Stiles is his Angel, so what. He's allowed an Angel of his own.

'You fucking idiot.'

'I love you too.'

I had no intention of doing a sequel. Ever. I blame Jo, Dereksgirl24 and Roxie i do byte, who gave me ideas for a second and third part. Thank you for reviewing, I can't believe you actually liked it. I had so much fun writing it. If anyone has any more idea's for Angel/Devil shenanigans give me a shout. I can't promise I'll do it but you never know what can come from a bored mind!