"I know one person who might know what this means." Was all Stiles managed to say to Derek, when he freaking crawled through Stiles' bedroom window.
Stiles had been 'looking up' the strange symbol on the internet, though he didn't need to look it up to know that the Alpha Pack he fought was going to come. Besides, Jason has some books on the supernatural, books that he stole from other hunters.
"You do?" Derek asked, arching an eyebrow.
Stiles nodded. "He just lives on the other side of town."
"How does this person know this stuff?" Derek asked. He never meant this guy and he already didn't trust him.
Stiles rubbed his eyes. "Well, he knows by what he read in the books that he has 'borrowed'." Stiles almost used air quotes but didn't. "I'll explain on the way."
Stiles stepped out of the jeep and started up the driveway to the door.
"Be nice to him." Stiles explained. "He'll respond by niceness." Derek studied the two story house. He listened closely, hearing a slow, steady, heartbeat coming from downstairs. So this person was asleep. He wondered how old this person was. Stiles didn't mention his age. Stiles walked over to the door and looked like he was about to ring the doorbell, but instead made a fist and banged on the door. "Damn it Jason! Open the fucking door before I kick it down! You know I would, if I could!" Derek almost jumped startled. He so wasn't expecting that.
He heard what sounding like somebody stomping towards the door, and it flung open. Derek's eyes almost popped out of his head. He so wasn't expecting to see a 5'0 blond haired teen standing there, looking annoyed. Actually he could smell the annoyance rolling off of him, among with a smell of oranges, vanilla, cherries, and he could tell that something seemed missing that all thirteen year olds seemed to have. Well he didn't know his age; he could care less about it. He looked thirteen.
"What?" He drawled out in annoyance. His blond hair was messy and his clothes crumpled.
"We need one of those books you borrowed." Stiles said.
"You mean one of those books I stole?" Jason asked rubbing his eyes.
Stiles smiled proudly. "Yes."
Jason rolled his eyes, his half blue and half green eyes. "They're in my room. Come on in, and bring your…" Jason trailed off. He knew Derek was a werewolf. "Friend in too."
Stiles walked in, with Derek hesitantly followed in. He never saw this black clad kid anywhere before.
"Where are your parents?" Stiles asked walking in, and taking a look around. Derek closed the door. A wave of hurt, pain, blood, and a small hint of sulfur, smoke, ash, death, and earth hint Derek's senses like a tidal wave.
"You know them. Out, again." Jason shrugged and stuffed his hands in his black baggy shorts. He tried to sound nonchalant, but he knew Derek could hear the hurt in his voice.
"Oh." Stiles said, understanding in his voice. He knew about how Jason's parents were neglectful, so he tried to act like a father and Alice and Mary tried to act like mothers.
"Anyway, do you what anything to drink or eat?" Jason asked.
"We're just here for a book." Derek growled out and Jason glared.
"It's up in my room." Jason said and started his way upstairs, with Stiles following. Derek stood there for a few seconds and followed, trying to figure out how Stiles knew Jason. So he stood awkwardly in the doorway of Jason's room. A red curtain covered the window, posters of rock bands, and the Cheshire cat from the Tim Burton remake of Alice in Wonderland was on the walls. Against one wall laid a small bookcase, and Jason's bed was against a wall with black and red blankets. "Have a seat somewhere and I'll find the books you want." Stiles sat on the bed and Derek leaned against the wall in front of the bed near Stiles. Jason started to look through the bookcase.
"How do you know this kid?" Derek asked.
Stiles shrugged. "I met him when I was eleven, and we just kept in touch." Derek could tell there was something more to the story. Derek was about to ask more questions and he noticed something under the lamp.
He walked over and grabbed the hilt of a five inch knife, with strange symbols on the hilt. Derek looked at Stiles, holding the knife out. The man immediately knew that Jason was a hunter. "You know what? I'm actually thirsty." Jason pulled some leather books out of the bookshelf and set them on the ground next to him. Jason nodded, stood up and left his bedroom. Derek could hear Jason walk down the stairs. Derek turned on Stiles. "You didn't tell me you're friends with hunters." Derek practically growled out.
"Technically, Jason's a hunter. Jason's parents are deadbeats and go out partying all day or something. They never noticed if he's gone for three months."
"A hunter Stiles." Derek said again.
"He knows you're a werewolf. He didn't stab you when you walked through that door, now did he? He's a good hunter. Jason doesn't go around killing things because he thinks they're monsters like Gerard." Stiles defended and stood up, crossing his arms over his chest. He knew he was pushing his luck, but Derek is being rude to Jason. "He actually kills the bad things. He kills the werewolves that kill humans for the hell of it. He doesn't beat up a person who's associated with the supernatural."
"He's right." Jason said, and Derek almost flinched. He didn't hear Jason come back up, or enter the room. He was holding a bottle of water.
"You follow a code too?" Derek asked, now a little hesitant.
Jason snorted. "I do whatever the fuck I want."
"Such pretty language coming from a thirteen year old." Derek said.
"Fourteen." Jason said annoyed, and threw the water at Derek, unsurprising, caught it.
"Fourteen year old." Derek said, trying to imagine the fourteen year old, five foot zero boy killing a werewolf by himself.
"I'm a hunter, but different from hunters. If I'm anything like the Argents, killing werewolves for the hell of it, I wouldn't have invited you in, and I would have killed you or tortured you instantly. But I'm pretty sure I couldn't fight off an entire werewolf pack by myself." Jason explained flipping through the pages of a book. He was sitting cross legged on the floor and he slid some books to them. "Start looking for whatever the hell you are looking for."
"So…you're a hunter. How many werewolves have you killed?" Derek asked.
"Dude! You can't ask a person that." Stiles snapped out. "That's personal."
"I just want to know." Derek asked. He was trying to figure out if this kid's group might be a threat to his pack. Jason shrugged.
"I think ten. But I had help though. So don't worry." Jason said. "But I don't hunt only werewolves. I hunted vampires, zombies, demons, shape shifters, and other supernatural stuff." Derek made a not bad face. "But the bad kind. Not the good kind. I don't kill their families. That'll be rude."
"Oh." Derek said and noticed that something seemed to be missing from the kid's scent again.
"You're hunting group. What was your name?" Derek asked.
"We couldn't come up with anything, so we decided to call ourselves the Atheists. We're believers of God and that stuff, but like I said, we couldn't come up with anything, so we just called ourselves Atheists." Jason explained, "But our group split up three years ago. But we keep in touch though."
A/N: Sorry for the very long wait. But Derek found that Jason's a hunter. A good hunter, but he's now skittish around Jason because of the Argents stuff that happened to him. And he doesn't trust hunters.