This was hard to write but then after I got it going, it kinda just flowed, sorta. You think working with kids writing this installment would be easy but I found myself going, "how the hell do you do this?" But yeah, I hope you guys enjoy.

I'm still kinda backed up with the request you guys have sent, I have a couple going, so yeah, I'll get them posted, just taking time. Derek Laws still won't write. Camera Arguments might be updated, before that gets updated anytime soon. Plus I think I've gone insane seeing as I want to write another Jackson and Stiles fic. Anyways, enough of the rambling, onward!

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf nor do I own the Characters nor do I own the other characters that are depicted in this story.

Authors Note: Oh on more thing, I don't regret introducing/using the characters that are in this chapter.
Oh and before I forget, this was an idea someone submitted.

Summary: Emerson has a friend come over for a play date

A doorbell and several knocks rang throughout the Stilinski Hale Household. Emerson squealed as he ran towards the front door screaming, "I got it Papa!"

Stiles was faster, he reached down grabbing Emerson by the waist and into his arms, "Nope, I got it buddy."

Emerson glared, "Not fair."

Stiles laughed as he approached the front door. He opened it the door slowly to reveal a man wearing a trench coat. He had bright blue eyes and his brown hair was tussled mess. Hiding behind the man's legs, Stiles could see a little boy with long, dark brown hair. "Stiles Hale?" the man on the porch asked.

Stiles nodded as he extend his right hand, "That would be me."

The man took it, grasping it firmly he shook it, "Castiel Winchester," he said.

Stiles nodded, "Nice to meet you Castiel."

"Just Cass," the man smiled.

"Alright, Cass it is."

Cass stepped aside revealing a little boy that stood behind his legs. "You talked to my husband at our son's school about them having a play date?"

"Oh yes," Stiles said, "His name was Dean right?"

Cass nodded, "Yes, he was supposed to drop him off but got called into work."

Stiles smiled, "Oh, it's no problem."

Cass looked down at the little boy, "Come on Sam, why are you acting shy all of a sudden?"

Sam looked up at him, then to Stiles then to Emerson, "Not shy," he mumbled.

"Oh," Cass said, "then what?"

"You come in for a while?" Sam asked.

Cass smiled down at him, "Is it okay, if I come in for a while, get him settled?"

Stiles shook his head, "No, no problem at all."

Stiles stepped aside so that Cass and Sam could enter inside the house. Emerson squirmed in Stiles' grasps before he landed on the ground with a thud. "Come on Sammy," he said to the other boy, "let's go, let's go."

Sam sent an apprehensive look at Cass, "Dad," he called out.

Cass knelt down so he was within eye level with the boy, "You'll be alright," he said gently, "go on, you've been excited about this play date all morning."

Sam nodded, as he reached his arms out hugging his dad , "You come get me later?"

"No, Dean is coming to get you."

Sam nodded, "Okay, I love you dad."

"Love you too."

Emerson grinned as he bounded up the stairs, Sam following closely behind. "Sam," Cass called when they reached the top.

"Yeah?"

"You be nice okay."

"I will, bye."

Stiles laughed, "Well, that was quick."

Cass smiled, "Sometimes I'm convinced he does it all for show."

"Do you need anything, before you go?"

Cass reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper, "Nope, if anything comes up, just call any of these two numbers, but I prefer you call Dean, I've got a meeting to get too."

Stiles nodded, "Yeah sure."

"But if Dean doesn't answer, just call mine."

"No problem, it was nice meeting you Cass," Stiles said with a smile as he shook the man's hand

Cass nodded and smiled back, "Likewise Stiles, you have a nice day."

Stiles slowly closed the front door and made his way into the kitchen. He stopped himself and backtracked, "Emerson!" he called out.

"Yes Papa!" Emerson answered

"If you and Sam need anything, you come get me okay?"

"Alright!"

Emerson looked towards Sam who was staring at him in confusion. "Papa?" he asked.

Emerson nodded, "Mhmm."

"I thought he was your dad?"

"Derek is," Emerson answered, "Derek is daddy and Stiles is Papa."

"Why?"

"To tell them apart."

"Oh."

Emerson laughed, he smiled at his friend "Don't you do that?"

Sam shook his head, "No, they're both just dad."

"Hmm," Emerson hummed, tongue poking out in concentration "cool."

"I like your Papa, he seems nice."

"He is," Emerson agreed

Stiles walked out of his bedroom and was met with a messy scene. Emerson and Sam were currently sitting on the stairs, his son' marble run set all over the floor. He watched with interest as the two built.

"No Em," Sam said, "this one first."

"Oh sorry Sammy," Emerson apologized as he took a winding piece and attached to the green looped piece.

"You boys be careful," Stiles said as he carefully walked around them and down the stairs

"We will Papa."

"We promise Mr. Hale," Sam said.

Stiles smiled at the boy, "Just call me Stiles, okay Sam?"

Sam nodded, "Okay."

Just as Stiles reached the landing he could hear both boys laugh. "This is cool," Emerson laughed.

"Yeah," Sam said in agreement as he laughed as well

"Hey Emerson," Sam asked

Emerson looked up at his friend "Yeah?"

"Your Papa won't be mad?"

"No."

Stiles smirked at the comment. He could hear the two talking downstairs and by the sound of it, they were in the hallway by the garage. He got up from his chair and made his way to the stairs. Before he descended the stairs he stopped and noticed that the marble runs were still out. Both boys had used up all the pieces and made a maze that led all the way the stairs. Frowning that his son didn't clean up his mess he walked down the stairs. The frown disappeared however when he noticed both boys happily playing in the hallway that connected the garage, family room and kitchen. Both of them were surrounded by a pile of legos, some already built into what looked like houses.

"Look," Emerson grinned

Sam's eyes widened with glee, "Hey that looks like a space ship"

Emerson nodded, "Mhmm, this could be the animal's car."

"Okay, but the animals are in the other room."

"I know Sammy, remember they at work."

"Oh yeah!"

Stiles let out a sigh as he walked passed them and into the kitchen. He'd let it slide just for today.

Stiles could here blocks being dumped onto the floor. He stepped back from his spot in front of the kitchen counter and looked out into the family room. Stiles noticed the two bringing out blocks and dumping them on the floor. He also noticed that the two didn't clean up the legos. "Emerson?" Stiles called out.

Emerson looked up at the brunette, "Yeah?"

"What are you doing?"

Emerson looked at his dad, his eyes dancing with a grin, "Playing with blocks," the little boy answered.

Stiles sighed, he didn't miss the tone in his son's voice. His son said it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. As if to say, duh papa what else am I doing. Stiles sent his son a look and said, "I see that, but what about your legos?"

"Oh Papa, we still need those."

"For?"

"Papa, the animals live there."

"What animals?"

"In the living room," Sam answered.

Stiles shut his eyes, he took a deep breathe. Emerson looked Stiles, head cocked to the side, "Papa," he called out, "we playing a game."

"Okay, okay."

Stiles was sure that Sam probably had his parents wrapped around his finger. Because he had the same grin and puppy dog face like Emerson. That could also be why they both got along so well. He was also sure they shared the same I'm up to no good brain. The two kids were now in the kitchen, underneath the kitchen table. Emerson's dinosaurs were all over the kitchen table. Underneath boy boys were building with trains.

"Emerson," Sam cried, "watch out."

"Oh sorry," Emerson apologized, "I forgot."

"It's okay," Sam said with a smile.

"You got your dinosaur?" Emerson asked.

Sam nodded, "Mhmm."

Stiles couldn't help but smile at the two's antics.

"Arrg nooo," Emerson screamed as he crashed his dinosaur into the train track

Sam laughed as he did the same, "Grrooaarr," he screamed.

Derek entered his house to find a mess of legos spread out all over the place. The lycan breathed as he shut his eyes, "When I open them it will be gone," he whispered to himself as he counted silently in his head. One. Two. Three. The lycan opened his eyes and groaned.

Nope.

The toys were still there. He decided against calling out to his son to ask him why there was a land mine of toys all over the place. Instead Derek followed the trail. He quickly stepped around the towers as he made his way to the kitchen. He stopped in his tracks when he saw the mess that was made in the family room. Emerson's blocks were all over the place. "What the hell," he mumbled.

The lycan entered the kitchen to find his son and a little boy seated at the kitchen table. And yep that was Emerson's train set that was covering the floor and yes those were his dinosaurs on top of the table. Stiles was at the kitchen counter conversing with them, "You boys need to make you clean up," he said.

"We will Papa," Emerson answered.

"I promise Stiles," Sam also answered.

"So, you two are the culprit of the land mine of toys," Derek said with a grin as he approached the kitchen table.

Emerson grinned up at him, "Hi daddy, this is my friend Sammy."

Derek turned to face the other boy at the table. Sam looked up at him, a smile on his face but Derek could sense the slight spike of fear that radiated off of his son's friend. Sam stared at him with green eyes, "Hi," he whispered.

Derek stuck his hand out, "Hi there Sam, my name is Derek."

Sam shook Derek's hand, "I'm sorry about the mess," he mumbled.

The lycan smiled, "It's okay, don't worry about it."

Sam nodded.

"Are you having fun?"

Sam nodded again, "Yes."

"Well, then, that's all that matters okay."

"Okay."

Derek smiled warmly at Sam then turned to his son, "Hey little man, where's dad's hug huh?"

Emerson grinned as jumped into Derek's outstretched arms, "Daddy, me and Sammy are playing a game."

"Yeah?"

Emerson nodded, "Mhmm."

Derek placed the boy down onto the floor, "Alright, why don't you go off and play."

"Okay."

Derek watched as Emerson pulled his friend back into the family room. He approached Stiles who was still behind the kitchen counter. Stiles grinned at him as he placed a kiss on elder's lips, "Hey."

The lycan smiled at him, "Hey."

"You should see the stairs," Stiles commented.

Derek shook his head, "No thank you."

"I think you should, they used Emerson's marble runs, and they built it so that it runs all the way down the stairs."

"I'm afraid to see the living room."

Stiles laughed, "Oh yeah, don't go in there."

"Is he having fun though?"

"Oh yeah, they've been busy all morning."

"Good," Derek breathed, "I'm going to change, but then I'll be down to help you okay."

"Mhmm and take the living room route upstairs."

Derek rolled his eyes as he followed his mate's command. Sure enough the living room was also a land mind of toys. Emerson' toy animals were spread on the floor and on the couch. He turned the corner and smiled at the marble run that was built on the stair case. He knew Stiles let them bring the toys all out. Usually they both made sure their son cleaned up one mess before he made another. But Stiles must've caved at their son's request. He wasn't angry though, he could hear his son laughing loudly in the family room and that was all that mattered.

It was little past five when Derek found himself answering the door. He assumed the man on the porch was Sam's dad. "Hi," Derek said, eye brows raised.

"Dean Winchester," the man said sticking out his hand, "I'm here to pick up my son."

Derek smiled returning the handshake, "Derek Hale."

"How'd he do?" Dean asked.

Derek stepped aside motioning Dean to come in, "He did fine, they both just finished cleaning, they're upstairs."

Dean nodded, "Do you mind if I call for him?"

Derek shook his head.

Dean looked up at the stair case, "Sammy!" he called out.

Seconds later there was a thunder of footsteps as both boys came bounding down the stairs. Same jumped into Dean's arms and Emerson in to Derek's arms. "Hey did you fun?" Dean asked Sam

"Yeah, I had lots of fun."

"What do you tell Emerson' parents," Dean whispered.

Sam turned to Derek, "Thank you Derek for letting me come and play."

Derek smiled, "No problem Sam, thanks for coming over and keeping my son company."

Dean put Sam down, "Go find Stiles and say thank you to him please."

Sam nodded as he scampered off into the kitchen. Dean turned to Derek he stuck out his hand again, "Thanks again Derek, I appreciate it."

Derek nodded, "No problem," the lycan then turned his attention to his son, "Well?" he said to him.

Emerson smiled, "Thank you Dean for letting Sammy come over."

"You are very welcome Emerson."

"Can he come over again?" Emerson asked.

"If it's okay with your parents then of course," Dean answered with a smile

Emerson turned to Derek, "Can he come over again?"

Derek opened his mouth to answer but was interrupted by Stiles who answered instead, "Of course he can come over and play again."

Dean nodded in greeting to Stiles, "Thanks Stiles."

Stiles smiled, "Anytime."

"Alright Sammy," Dean said, "Say bye, we got to go."

Another exchange of goodbyes were made and Emerson waved at his friend as they walked down the drive way. Emerson who was still in Derek's arms turned to him, "Hey Daddy?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I have a brother?"

Derek looked at his son in shock who was smiling at him. He then turned to glare at his mate. Stiles looked at him with a smirk then he began to laugh as he walked into the kitchen.

Review? Thoughts? Yes? No? Maybe?

Yes I had Supernatural on the brain when I wrote this. Seeing as I was going through a withdrawal because it didn't show on Friday. I am still upset with the show, first Cass and now Bobby, it's just not acceptable.