Chapter 4

Stiles Pov

Stiles didn't know what to think about Damien being involved with the supernatural, but when he thought about it everything made sense, his Dad was killed in a weird sort of way, his family was barely there when he was a kid and he was related to the most mysterious man on planet earth, Alan Deaton, so of course he would be involved with some supernatural order that was shrouded in mystery.

Damien told his story, how his parents move around, but Stiles already knew that, but Damien told him the reason why, there were going around to other beasties and advising them, getting information from them, and being informed about the supernatural world.

Derek asked a question raising one dark eyebrow, "So your parents would let you sit at the meetings with potentially supernatural beings?"

Damien answered, "yeah apparently they were teaching me how to conduct business, without my knowing about it".

Stiles didn't know what to think about Derek meeting Damien, it was weird, Damien was his newly returned best friend that seemed to want him, which he didn't mind at all, Damien was one piece of hot ass, Stiles could tell he was toned by the way his shirt just seemed to outline his six pack, and his arms were lean but looked and felt strong, the feelings he was having for Damien surprised him a little, but it was like they had this connection, he couldn't describe it.

Derek was…..Derek, he was the dark, brooding Alpha that had just started to come out of his, leather-like cocoon and he was really….awesome, he talked more, well more than a grunt and one line sentences, he was really smart and hot. Derek overall was just perfection, he had the bulging chest and arms that could actually lift a two ton tree from the ground and those eyes, those magnificent eyes, he couldn't get enough of just looking at them. Derek was also protective, but that was only because he was part of the pack, when he really thought about it, he may like Derek but Derek didn't like him back, he just cared about him because he was pack.

He just thanked god that he figured out that he was bi, before he had these feelings came along, because everything would have been even more confusing, than it already is, if he didn't.

He brought himself out of his thoughts and listened to Damien again, "My mother told me about the Order when I was fifteen and she started training me, it's an organization that, how should I put this sometimes watches over the supernatural world, makes sure things don't get too out of hand, and at the same time kind of manipulates it for its own gain, it largely depends on who's in charge and what corner of the world you're in".

Stiles thought about that, "So who's in charge of our corner?"

Damien's eyes seemed to get dark at that, "my mother is in charge of our corner and I can't really see what she's doing, she always gives me jobs away from anything big that's she's doing"

"Oh so….. What are you?" Stiles couldn't figure out Damien position in it all, it kinda seemed like Damien didn't want to tell him.

Derek suddenly spoke up, "why don't you have a scent and you still need to explain what problems my parents were facing"

Damien let out a breath of air, "well… I don't know what I really am in the job sense we only ever go by the Order and I guess you can call us agents, I investigate things that get all weird, deaths and crazy weirdness, I help out when I can, though I'm not supposed to get directly involved, but I can't help it that, I can't just sit by and let bad things happen and my mom trained me".

Stiles noticed that anger on Damien's face, "how were you trained?"

"Like hunters, faced monsters before we know the truth, hope you survive then the real training begins, agents are supposed to be able to protect themselves and they teach us about the supernatural world, about the witches, fae, gremlins, demons"

Stiles eyes almost popped out of his head, he looked straight at Derek, "you never told me there were demons"

Derek just shrugged, "It's in one of those books you and Lydia took when you were trying to figure out what she is, I thought you would've seen it"

Stiles looked at Derek, mouth gaping, he just closed his mouth and nodded at Damien to go ahead.

"Well your parents pack was the next in line to be attacked, by something that could manipulate emotions, apparently you're family had something it wanted", Damien spoke in a calm tone when it did it, it was a little unnerving because Damien's parents also spoke in that tone, it hadn't seemed like Damien was changed but, after twelve years, and getting dumped into the supernatural world, anyone could change, hell he did, he was more cautious of the supernatural and protective of the people he cared for, he was now than he was before.

Stiles looked at Derek and he seemed to be processing the information, "do you know what it wanted?"

Damien shook his head, "I was only at the first meeting that all I know, Deaton might know more, but I get the feeling he won't give you anything"

Derek snorted, like actually snorted, Stiles couldn't believe it, "we'll see about that".

Damien shrugged, so he didn't care about Deaton, Stiles wondered why, before he could ask Damien started to talk again, "the reason for my scent," he paused and brought out a wolf's fang around a necklace from under his shirt, it was old and very big different from a normal wolf's fang ,"this is the first wolf's fang".

"Wait as in the first actual werewolf" Stiles asked, Damien nodded his head, "wow, Derek you know anything about this?"

Derek shook his head, "only rumors, I didn't think it was real"

Damien explained it more, "yeah, an old witch gave it to me as a gift, it apparently gives it's wearer qualities based upon who it is, the qualities I got is that I'm untrackable and sensible, not by scent, magic, or even my footsteps"

"Dude that's like really awesome, it's like a magical talisman from Diablo or something, let me see", Stiles went over to Damien before he say anything, "wait!", he grasp the necklace, felt the fang, he looked up at Damien who had a surprised look on his face.

"What just happened, it's stops anyone from trying to it take from me, I thought you would've been blown back by now", Stiles kept looking at him, not really interested in the fang anymore but Damien's face.

"Oh well, maybe it really likes me", Stiles smiled

Damien smiled back, "I think it does too".

They both heard a growl and Stiles was suddenly being dragged by collar back by Derek, eyes glowing red.

"Derek, what are you doing?" Stiles was flailing trying to get away.

"Stop it, he was answering questions", but Derek looked angrier than usual.

They both heard Damien sigh and looked his way," Well I kinda have to go, I need to go to where girl was killed to figure out what did it"

"Wait, you're looking into that too, so are we, lets work together", Stiles said

"NO!", both Damien and Derek shouted at the same time, they then stared each other down.

"It too dangerous", Derek said,

Damien was nodding his head, "I agree, it's better if you stay here"

Stiles became irritated, "guys if we go together, we could find out more and he's Alpha and you're an secret supernatural MIB guy without the suit it's gonna be fine"

Derek turned to him, "Stiles-"

"No, either I go with you or I sneak out there later", and Stiles waited for an answer, they both sighed accepting his terms, it was weird how they were at each other's throat before, but when it comes to him staying they seem to agree, if he didn't fix this fast, then Damien was going to join the 'Make Stiles Stay at Home Club while His Friends Risk Their Lives' which Derek was the current President of.

"Okay let's go, I'm riding with Damien", Stiles heard Derek growl, "Derek, I thought we were over this, he is my friend I trust him, now let's go".

Stiles walked out the room and went downstairs, he left them up upstairs staring at each other, walked outside and waited by Damien's truck, a few moments later Damien and Derek came out, Damien got into the truck.

He looked at Derek, "Walked, I'll meet you there", Derek said.

Stiles nodded and got into the car, "I know where it's at, I'll show", Damien started driving and the silence was deafening until Stiles spoke.

"Why don't you like Deaton?", He said in a quiet voice.

Damien shrugged, "I don't really know besides what little my mom told me, I just know he's kinda the black sheep of the family and I only met him once".

"Oh, so you're whole family is involved in this?", Stiles looked at Damien, his face was indifferent like he didn't care to much about his family.

"Just them two, I think, I never met my grandparents, I think their dead, and the only sibling that my mother has that I know about is Deaton"

Stiles really looked at him, he didn't want to ask this question but he really wanted to know, "Why do you hate your mom?"

He saw Damien's jaw clench, and his hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, like he had to stop himself from exploding with anger, "I hate her because the only emotion she ever showed to me was hatred, when we were training there were no breaks only survival, there have been many times she has left me to die when training, when she tried to break me…..she blames me for my fathers death, I don't even know why"

Stiles was horrified and filled with anger, he wanted to say something but he didn't know what to say, they stop on the road, to walk to the body, Derek was already there lurking.

But before they got out he could of sworn that he heard Damien whisper, "but mostly because she took me from you"

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Stiles walked behind Derek and in front of Damien, it seemed there were acting as his protection detail.

They walked to the site of the girl's death in silence, when they reach the site Stiles noticed that the circle left by the fire was still there.

He looked at Derek and Damien.

Derek seemed to be trying to get a better handle on the scent and looking for anything else that would help them.

Damien looked as if he was concentrating, "Damien you alright?", Stiles walked over and put his hand on his arm, Damien closed his eyes, "this place reeks of dark magic, much more than it should, like it never left", he opened his eyes wide with fear, he grabbed Stiles and ran.

Damien shouted, "Derek look out!".

Derek was suddenly thrown through the air, he collided with a tree, body slumping, he didn't get up and Stile was afraid he was hurt badly, but then he heard Derek groan and Stiles left out a breath.

They were running towards Derek, when a shadow covered them, blocking their way, they stopped and looked up into the face of an old woman, her skin was old and wrinkled by extreme age, eyes black, her nose was long and pointed like the wicked witch from the OZ, there was a dark cloak much like that of a Dementor from Harry Potter, that covered her and the weirdest part about was that she was hovering.

Stiles felt something being put into his hand, "Stiles, this is mountain ash, if it comes after you, I want you to draw a circle around yourself and stay there".

He looked down at the tube of mountain ash and then at Damien, who was still staring at the old lady cloak thingy, "Where are you going?"

"Im distracting", Damien walked away from him , "Hey, old stinky bitch", the thing looked at him, "yeah, you", Damien then pulled out a powder and flung it at her, steam started to appear from where the powder made contact, the thing screamed in agony, it was a screech so horrible that Stiles covered his ears and shut his eyes tightly.

When he opened his eyes he looked at Damien, his eyes full of determination, "Derek, get Stiles out of here", he started to run, the thing then flew towards Damien chasing after him, before he knew it an arm came around his waist.

"Derek, what are you doing we have to help him", Stiles tried to break his hold, but he knew he couldn't.

"I'm getting you out of here", he said and tugged him closer.

"No, we need to help him, please ", he was thrown down and looked up, Derek's eyes were red.

"Draw the circle and stay quiet", Stiles wanted to protest but then Derek growled.

"Stiles, I can't protect you and try to save him, stay please", Stiles nodded his head in defeat.

"OK just hurry up and bring him back", Stiles sighed.

"I will" Derek looked at him one more time before he ran off into the direction Damien went.

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Derek Pov

He didn't know why he was risking himself to save Damien, it might have been the combination of Stiles begging and the fact that Damien was like Deaton but more opening with the information and with the Alpha Pack coming he was going to need all the help he could get.

He didn't know what to think of Damien, at first he thought that he wasn't human since he didn't have a scent, so he attacked, he surprised by his skills, he was well trained and clearly able to defend himself, he wasn't bad to look at either, but the problem with him was the way he looked at Stiles and the way Stiles looked back at him, nevermind the fact the arousal was all over Stiles when he got close to him, but it wasn't just arousal, it was hope, affection and happiness.

Sometimes Stiles would smell like that when he was near him, he noticed it and completely ignored it. Stiles was amazing, he was going to go somewhere, get out of the death prone Beacon Hills, he didn't need to start a relationship because he knew that Stiles would stay for him. He also had to fight himself from jumping the sixteen year old with him being 22, that was statutory rape, though Stiles wouldn't see it that way and say he would be seventeen soon.

He didn't want to see Stiles with anybody else but he didn't want him stuck with him.

Derek caught up to them, Damien was still running, when the thing raised an old grey bone hand, calling vines from the ground and they shot towards Damien.

Damien looked behind him and saw the vines, Derek thought that he would be filled with fear that it was over, but his eyes became steel with determination.

Damien ran faster, dodging and ducking the vines that was shooting his way, it looked as if he was sensing the path of the vines, the thing then flew towards Damien and swiped a claw at him, Damien ducked but a vine caught his foot and dragged him down.

The thing hovered over him, but before it could anything claws slashed down its back, it screeched again, and Derek pained by the screech tried to block it out, the thing turned towards him and his body was lifted off the ground, he moved his body in the same direction he was being thrown into a twisting movement, he landed safely on the ground on all fours and roared face shifted, he was caught by surprised the first time but not again.

The thing began to screech once again, clawing at its back, Derek winced, the sound hurting his ears again.

Damien had cut himself free and stabbed the thing with a dagger in the back, it was flying around screeching loudly while trying to get the Damien from its back, Damien held on tightly to it and then he was suddenly flown through the air, Derek raced towards him and caught him, they both fell to the ground.

It screeched one last time before flying into the darkness of the woods, both Derek and Damien let out a breath.

Damien saw that he was lying on top of Derek and quickly got up blushing, "sorry, thanks for the help, I would've been a goner without you" he held out a hand.

Derek took his hand and stood up, he examined Damien, he look okay for the most part, a few scratches here and there.

They walked together and silence, and saw Stiles walking in circles, babbling to himself, they both smiled.

"Why do I even bother, stupid sourwolf and dumbass mocha agent, going into danger and-", he looked at the both of them, smiled and ran into them, arms circling both their necks, he drew them close.

"Don't ever scare me like that again", Derek cracked a grin and Damien had a full blown smile.

"Ok", Derek said

"I won't" Damien said

They then looked at each other and both of them blushed then looked away.

Stiles let them go, looked them over, shaking his head, "So what was that thing?"

Damien sighed, "it was a crone and a very powerful one at that".

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OK took me a day to get this finish but Im happy with it.

Thanks to everyone how follows and gives my little story a try.

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