If I remember correctly someone requested this, both of the things that happen in this chapter. e.(I know one for sure, the other one, not so sure). I tried to killed two bones with one ston

I was going through a Supernatural withdrawal. That's all I will say, I don't want to give anything else away.

I scratched it so many times because I couldn't make it work, so I hope that how I went works, because, it's just, this wouldn't write.

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf nor do I own the characters. This is a story and does not reflect the actual actions of said characters.

Summary: Something happens at Emerson's preschool.

"Derek," Miss Judy said as she leaned against the cubbies talking to the dark haired man.

Derek nodded, "Yes, what can I do for you?"

"Something interesting happened with Emerson today."

"Go on."

"Well, I didn't exactly see it happen."

The lycan raised an eye brow, "See what happened."

"Derek, your son nearly decked Wes in the face, if Sam hadn't been there I'm sure Emerson would've punched him."

Derek looked down at his son, "Emerson," he said, voice holding an edge, a warning tone.

"Wes hurting Sam, I helping Daddy."

"You're supposed to use your words Emerson."

Emerson sighed, "I know but I, I so mad daddy I just, I push him."

The Alpha let out a sigh as he reached a hand placing it on top of Emerson's head. He ruffled the boys hair before letting his hand rest there. "I'm sorry Miss Judy," Derek apologized, "I will talk to him tonight, it won't happen again, I assure you."

"I hope so and it was his first time trying to hit someone, so we just talked to him about it, we didn't move his name on the traffic light."

"That's fine" Derek said, " and this will be his last time hitting someone here at school he knows better."

The teacher nodded, "There is one more thing," she said.

"Yes."

"Your son's eyes, well they were glowing a bright green and he was growling a lot, like a low growl."

Derek gulped as a wave of nervousness hit him. He looked down at his son who simply looked up at him. The little boy was biting at his lip and Derek could sense the guilt and nervousness that his son was emitting. The Alpha shut his eyes and took a deep breath as he turned to his son's teacher, "Growling?" he asked in fake confusion

"Yes," Miss Judy confirmed with a nod, "He was growling and it was like an animal type growl."

"Well, that, I have no idea," Derek lied smoothly.

The middle aged woman nodded, "Well, I'm sure it was just pure adrenaline rushed anger or something."

"Could be," Derek agreed.

"But, care to explain his eye color going from a brown to a green?"

"Yes, well, if Emerson doesn't have control of his emotions, like his mood suddenly shifts quickly, well his eyes change color to match and it's always a green. Why green? Well I'm going to assume it's because my eyes are green."

Miss Judy eyed him as she processed the information. "Makes sense," she said, "I taught a child a few years back whose eye color changed depending on the weather or his shirt color."

"Yeah, so it must be similar," Derek breathed

"Must be," the teacher trailed off as she shook her head, "Anyways Derek, I just thought I'd let you know what happened."

"I appreciate that," Derek said, "I will talk to him at home, you have a good night."

"You too."

"Hey dad," Sam said as Cass buckled the little boy into his car seat

"Hmm," Cass answered as he finished up.

Sam looked into the man's eyes, "I think Em is a werewolf."

Cass looked at his son weirdly, "How do you know about werewolves?"

The little boy bit at his lip, "Umm, daddy."

Cass let out a low growl as he shut the door. He leaned against the car, reached his hand into his pocket fishing out his cell phone. His thumb slid over the keys as he dialed his husband's number, "Dean," he practically growled when the other man picked up.

"Yes?" Dean answered hesitantly.

"Are you teaching our son about hunting?"

"No!" Dean yelled, "I would never, I told you, I don't want him to have that kind of life."

Cass nodded as he eyed his son through the window, "We need to talk when we get home."

"Why?"

"Our son thinks his best friend is a werewolf, that's why."

"What!" Derek yelled.

The other man nodded, "Werewolf, he thinks Emerson is a werewolf Dean, how the hell does he know about werewolves."

"I may or may not have talked a bit about it."

"Dean!"

"I didn't teach him about hunting Cass," Dean growled, "I merely talked to him about the creatures."

"We are talking when we get home," the ex-Angel growled as he ended the call.

Derek let out a frustrated growl as he paced around the family room. Emerson was sitting in the far corner, his train tracks out. The lycan looked at the watch on his wrist, his other hand running through his hair, phone glued to his year. "Stiles pick up the phone," he growled.

"What's up Derek," Stiles said.

"Stiles," Derek yelled, "come home now."

Stiles sighed, "Derek, I'm finishing up grading papers and I really don't want to bring them home."

"Now Stiles," Derek ordered, "it's important."

"How important."

"Code Red important."

"Shit," Stiles cursed, "alright, I'll be home."

Derek nodded as he pressed the end button, quickly pocketing his phone. The lycan ran a hand through his hair again, messing up his black spikes. Emerson looked up, "Daddy?" he said softly.

Derek let out a sigh, "Yeah buddy?"

"I sorry," he whispered.

The lycan rushed over to his son embracing him, "Hey," he said firmly, "I'm not mad at you okay."

Emerson nodded as he hugged him back, "I no mean too."

Derek let out a shaky sigh, "I know, I know."

"I in trouble?"

"No, no, you're not."

Dean let out a frustrated sigh as he paced the kitchen of his home. Cass was seated at the table with Sam seated next to him. In front of the pair was a book, a big book on mythical creatures. The book open, as the words WEREWOLVES in bold letters stared at them. "Tell me again Sammy," Dean said as he pulled up chair, "What happened?"

Sam took a deep breathe, "Well.."

Emerson and Sam were laughing loudly as they ran around the playground. Sam bolted up the slide landing on the top with a thump. He looked back at his friend, "Come on Emerson let's go," he called to him.

"Okay wait," Emerson called as hands gripped the edges of the slide to help him climb.

Emerson landed on the top with a thud as he followed Sam down a platform, both boys crawling through a red tunnel. They landed on the other side Emerson grinning as he stepped forward grabbing the blue steering wheel. "Sam" Emerson called, "find a key so we can go to the store."

Sam nodded as he jumped off the platform landing on the woodchips. The little boy squatted down as his fingers began picking up the wooden chips. He examined one and threw it on the ground. He picked up another, "Got one!" he cried out.

"Let's go!" Emerson called.

"I com-" Sam couldn't finish his sentence, he found himself on the ground.

The little boy looked up, "Wes," Sam whined "get off me!"

Wes just glared at him. Sam let out a huff as he pushed Wes off scrambling to get up. But Wes had shoved him down again and by now Sam was screaming. Emerson turned his attention to his friend, "Hey!" he cried out, "don't hurt my best friend."

Emerson bolted from the wooden platform he was on. Both arms in front as he took hold of Wes by the waist and tackling him to the ground. Sam sat up and looked at his friend, noticing very quickly that the boy's eyes changed from its normal brown to a bright green. He also noticed the growls coming from him. "Emerson," Sam cried out, "stop!"

Emerson let out a low growl, tongue snaking out to lick at his lip, Sam really thought he was seeing things, as he saw sharp, white canine like teeth. Sam scrambled over to his friend as he pulled him off. "Emerson," Sam whined, "no, no hitting."

Emerson let out a low whine but nodded. The little boy loosened his grip on Wes' shirt his hand that was clenched into a fist unclenched and dropped to his side.

Dean let out a frustrated sigh as he looked at Cass, "We have to talk to them."

"No."

"Castiel," Dean huffed.

Cass' eyes darkened, "Dean," he said voice gruff.

"We have to Cass."

"Seriously," Cass said as his hands reached over covering Sam's ears, "they've done nothing wrong, you are not going to kill off the Hales."

"I'm not!" Dean growled, "We just need to talk to them."

"Fine, just talking, nothing more."

"I swear," Dean breathed.

Stiles threw his jeep into park as he bolted up the driveway and into his house. Derek was sitting on the staircase waiting for him. "Where is he?" Stiles panted.

"Sleeping," Derek answered.

Stiles nodded as he kicked the door shut, "What happened?"

"He nearly, in fact I'm sure he did, he wolfed out at pre-school today."

"What, that's impossible, he's four years old"

Derek groaned, "I know, but I'm starting to think it is."

Stiles plopped down to the ground, back leaning against the front door, "How?"

"Remember, when he threw that tantrum a couple of weeks ago?"

"Yeah, you said it was because he was angry."

Derek nodded, "Yeah, he was but it wasn't something major, he just wasn't getting his way."

"Okay, so what happened at school, did his teachers notice?"

The lycan breathed took in a sharp breath, "Yes and no."

"What do you mean yes and no!" Stiles cried.

"His teacher, Miss Judy said she saw Sam pulling Emerson off of Wes and that when she approached him, Emerson's eyes were flashing a green and he was growling, like an animal type growl."

Stiles bit at his lip, "Anything else?"

Derek shook his head, "No, I told her though that, Emerson, when he gets angry or has no control over his emotions, his eyes change color."

"She believed you?"

"Yeah, because some kids she's taught, their eye color, changes slightly depending on what shirt they're wearing or the weather."

Stiles let out a relieved sigh, "Oh good."

"We have to do something Stiles, if he hadn't gotten control back, well, god knows what would've happen, he could've fully wolfed out."

"I'll try and look into it," Stiles said, "hell, I'll make it into an assignment in class if I have too."

Derek nodded, "I'll, I'll try and figure something out."

Stiles nodded, "What made him angry anyways?"

"Wes was picking on Sam and Emerson was defending him."

Stiles opened his mouth to speak but was stopped when there was a soft knock on the front door. Derek sent Stiles a look, a look that said, "who the hell?" Stiles shrugged as he stood up, hands reaching for the door. Derek was by him in seconds, hands grasping Stiles' wrist, "Don't," he said forcefully.

"Derek," Stiles said, "what's the-"

Derek let out a low growl, "Go upstairs and stay up there."

"Derek?"

"Go," Derek demanded, "Now Stiles go in Emerson's room."

Stiles nodded as he bolted up the stairs. Derek turned towards the door, and turned the knob. "Cass, Dean," he said nodding to the two in greeting.

"Hey," Dean said, "Can we talk?"

"Now's not a good time," Derek answered.

Cass bit at his lip as he lifted his trench coat up showing Derek the silver knife that was stowed between his pants and hip. Derek shut his eyes as they flashed red, his wolf growling at him, telling him to do something. The lycan opened them, causing Dean to step back a bit, "I didn't do anything," he growled, voice edged with anger, his green eyes tinged a crimson color.

"We just want to talk," Cass said softly.

"Talk," Derek growled, "you come here with a knife, and you want to talk."

"Precaution," Dean answered quickly.

"You're not coming into my house," Derek said forcefully, "you will not hurt my family."

"Derek," Cass said, "we just want to ask you a question."

The lycan tilted his head to the side. They were both telling the truth but his wolf made a low growling noise, telling him to be careful. Derek nodded his head as he gestured for the two to step back, he took one look towards the stair case before he stepped outside, door closing softly behind him. "What do you know," he asked.

"Sam thinks Emerson is a werewolf," Dean answered, "by the looks of it you are."

Derek nodded but crossed his arms, "What do you know about werewolves?"

"Used to be a hunter," Dean answered.

"I don't kill anyone, I haven't killed anyone and my pack members were willingly turned," Derek rushed out, "so you can't do anything about that."

Cass sighed, "We aren't we just want to make sure."

The Alpha raised an eye brow, head tilted to the left. His wolf died down his growls and Derek allowed himself to relax a bit, "I know," he breathed, "I can tell if you're lying or not."

Dean nodded.

"Besides," Derek said, "You can't if you wanted too, I'm protected, my family is, my pack is we have an agreement with the Argents, who are also hunters."

"We just want to help," Cass said, "Sam's going to keep an eye on Emerson, if he sees that he's close to shifting, he'll him out.

Derek fully let his anger and guard wash away, "Oh."

"Yeah," Dean said, "look Derek, I can tell you and Stiles, you both are good people. And your son, he's a great kid. Besides, my hunting days are over.

"Still keeping my guard up," Derek rushed out, "I've got a pack, I've got a family to protect."

"Alpha?" Cass asked.

Derek nodded, "Yes."

"Is your son doing okay?" Dean asked.

"He's asleep right now."

"I'm sorry Derek," Cass said.

The Alpha took in a sharp breathe, "Don't worry, just don't ever come to my house with a weapon again," he growled, eyes bleeding red for a bit.

"We won't," Dean said.

Derek nodded as he turned around, "I have to go, I'll see you guys later."

The lycan didn't stick around to hear their response. He walked into his house slamming the door shut and locking it. He nearly lost it, when he was conversing with Dean and Cass. He was really glad that he made sure to keep his wolf in check. He ascended the stairs and walked down the hall into his son's room. Stiles was laying on Emerson's bed, the little boy awake. "Papa," Emerson said softly.

"Hmm," Stiles answered.

"I no mean to," Emerson said, "I-I don't know how happened."

Stiles reached a hand up rubbing Emerson's back, "I know buddy," he whispered, "you just, you need to watch that temper of yours."

"Wes hurt my friend," the little boy stated, "I angry, he no hurt Sammy."

The brunette smiled, "I know, you're just like your dad, very protective."

Derek smiled, "He's like you too," he said, "always there for his friend."

Emerson, who was laying down on Stiles' chest looked lifted his head up, "Lay with us daddy," he called to the elder.

The lycan nodded as he approached his son's bed. He slid in pressing up against Stiles' side. "Hey Der," Stiles whispered.

"Hmm."

"I think I know why."

Derek lifted his head up, "How?"

"Well the first time is because he was angry and his eyes just flashed right?"

"Yes."

"And you said that he's too young to wolf out."

Derek nodded, "Yeah, he is least from my knowledge."

"Is instinct enough drive?"

"What do you mean?"

Stiles exhaled loudly, he brought up a hand to rub his son's back, "Emerson, you said you got angry because Wes was hurting Sam?"

Emerson nodded, "Yes, I was helping my friend."

The lycan bit at his lip, eyebrows scrunched as he searched his memory banks, "It may be enough."

"I be careful," Emerson whispered, "not happen again."

Derek smiled, "Watch yourself okay, if you feel like you're getting angry, walk away, or ask Sam for help."

The little boy nodded, "Okay."

"This may be a bad time," Stiles said, "but I think we should write this down in his book."

Derek laughed as he pressed his head into Stiles' side, "How are you going to take a picture of that?"

Stiles shrugged, "I don't know, but I think it needs to be written down, this is a milestone in our son's life Der."

The Alpha nodded as he reached over running a hand through his son's hair, "You are right."

Emerson smiled at his dad, "I promise, I be careful."

"Good," Derek whispered as he placed a kiss on his son's forehead.

"Did you hit Wes though?" Stiles asked.

"Oh no, Sammy stopped me."

"Good."

"I wish I did," Emerson said, "serve him right."

Stiles laughed, "Oh my god who taught you to say that, did Dad?"

Derek frowned, "Hey for once it wasn't me."

"Well who then?" Stiles asked

Emerson grinned, "Uncle Scotty"

Derek laughed when he saw Stiles reaching into his jean pocket to pull out his cell phone.

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