What Are We Supposed To Be?
CH 5
Notes: Sorry for the delay! I was going to push out both chapters but it doesn't seem like it given the holidays, but I'll do my best to finish the next one in the next few days!
Stiles finished a mountain of laundry and cleaned up the house before finally getting to Dean's black duffle bag. He ran his boyfriend's laundry all in one sitting because it had a pretty strong smell that needed to go away immediately. While Dean always looked put together in public, he was in reality a downright slob. His apartment was always trashed and hygiene wasn't one of his stronger suites. Stiles had to actually run his laundry for him when he got too busy, which was more often than he liked.
While the washing machine did its job, Stiles grabbed a snack, chatted it up with Scott who not surprisingly was busy again with Allison stuff and texted Derek when Dean didn't respond yet again after hanging up with his best friend.
[Stiles Stilinksi] 10:12: Ur brother's dirty laundry stinks like a varsity locker room
[Serial Killer Derek Hale]: 10:13: Why would I want to know that?
[Stiles Stilinksi] 10:17: I'm bored.
[Serial Killer Derek Hale]: 10:20 Dean's home. It sounds like a bear's sleeping up there. Why are you bored?
Stiles finished off his bag of chips. Why was he bored? He missed hanging out with Derek. Urgh.
[Serial Killer Derek Hale]: 10:24: I'm going to the high school in a few. You coming?
[Stiles Stilinksi] 10:30: Yep.
[Serial Killer Derek Hale]: 10:45 Want to get ice cream after?
[Stiles Stilinksi] 10:46: Y not before?
[Serial Killer Derek Hale] 11:00: You're not here. doesn't make sense.
[Stiles Stilinksi]: 11:02: Alrighty then.
[Serial Killer Derek Hale]: 11:05: I'm heading out now. See you there.
[Stiles Stilinksi]:11:15:
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A yellow Volkswagen beetle swerved into the driveway of the Hale house, pulling up next to Dean's dark blue sports car. The driver's side door swung open, banging against it, leaving a mark as a pretty blonde stumbled out. Her furry boots slipped on the wet stone as she made her way to the house. She rang the doorbell erratically before giving up on the chime and began knocking loudly. The house didn't stir, remaining eerily quiet.
The blonde made her way to the side of the house, peering into the windows, trying to find a sign of life in the dark interior. She pushed back her hair revealing her recently tanned skin. She pulled her pink sweater around her shivering at the cold, texting on her phone before walking back to the front door.
She tried the door again, checking her phone and frowning when there was no response.
The door swung open suddenly to reveal Dean wearing only a pair of black boxer briefs rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
"Yeah?" He spoke groggily.
The girl took a moment to stop herself from staring at Dean's boxer briefs, trying not to ogle at his defined chest. In return however, Dean took his time staring lasciviously at her inappropriate top which showed way too much cleavage and her flimsy pink shorts which seemed plain stupid given how cold it was in the mornings.
"Uh is Derek here?" She asked quickly.
Dean shook his head with a yawn. "Nah."
"Oh. Do you know when he'll be back?" she inquired persistently.
"He'll be around here sometime. Come in." Dean responded. He paused before holding out a hand. "Dean."
"Ashley" she responded taking it.
"Get in here." Dean responded with a grin.
She stepped inside, looking around at Derek's childhood home before following Dean as he hulked towards the kitchen.
"You want a beer?" Dean asked opening the fridge.
"Uh. Sure." She nodded ignoring the hands of the kitchen clock. He handed her a beer and started sipping his while subtly checking her out in the afternoon light.
"So why do you have to see Derek?" He inquired nonchalantly.
Ashley shrugged. "Just wanted to talk. Nothing serious."
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It took two hours and some change before Stiles had washed and folded the quarterback's laundry. He lugged the duffle bag into the back seat of his jeep and after several calls to voicemail, he decided to just leave the duffle at Dean's since he most likely needed fresh clothing. When he pulled up to the Hale house Stiles parked next to a yellow beetle he had never seen before, assuming it was one of Dean's numerous friends. He was reminded of his boyfriend's popularity given that Dean had multitudes of friends, all who seemed to love being around him. At any given time there would be several different teammates and girls in his apartment and since they weren't formally together in public Stiles had to pretend he enjoyed the stupid jokes they cracked and all the alcohol they consumed.
He hauled the black duffle bag towards the Hale house and tried the door, rolling his eyes when it opened without hesitation. Dean was so forgetful it wasn't even funny.
As he made his way in, he passed the kitchen where several empty beer bottles took center stage on the counter. He dropped the bag off near the stairs and ventured up towards his boyfriend's room. As he neared, he heard a familiar rhythmic sound and two voices, one belonging to Dean and the other to an unknown female.
His heart pounding, Stiles stepped onto the landing which gave him enough view of Dean's open door to see what was going on.
It was like a scene from a movie, the part where one of the characters sees something horrific or life changing and the camera zooms into their shocked expression. Stiles looked on in disbelief as Dean undulated against an unknown body, a mass of blonde hair the only thing visible given the bunched blankets and disheveled sheet. He stared as his boyfriend grunted, the three swirled tattoo on his back beaded with sweat.
Feeling like he was going to puke out hi insides, Stiles ran down the stairs and out the door.
He got into his jeep and drove aimlessly, not even hearing a car honk loudly when he swerved into the main road.
He couldn't believe his boyfriend was having sex, not only sex but drunken sex with some slut. And Stiles knew. He just knew that at all the frat parties Dean went to, the parties after big games, the clubs, the endless social occasions. Stiles knew it wasn't the first time.
It was almost near town when he began to get a hold of himself. He swerved onto the side of the road and dialed the only person he could think of. Derek picked up on the third ring.
"Hey" Derek's cheerful voice came through the receiver.
"You're a real asshole you know that?" Stiles yelled shakily, about to lose it.
"What …why?" Derek asked, the hurt in his voice evident. It made Stiles feel even worse.
"Where are you?" Stiles asked running a shaking hand through his hair.
"I'm at Beacon Hill's High, tossing some balls. I thought you were going to meet me?" Derek asked in a confused tone, his words drenched in worry.
"Be there in five." Stiles muttered tossing the cell phone into his satchel that was sitting in the back seat. Stiles peeled out in his jeep and drove like a crazy person.
Stiles parked next to Derek's black Camero and slammed his door shut. He saw Derek hurling baseballs into the catcher's mound.
Derek flung baseball after baseball into the batting cage, His brow burrowed in confusion. The cage creaked as the balls slammed against it. Derek was deep in thought. Was Stiles angry that he was flirting so much? It was so inappropriate and obvious that he HAD probably picked up on It and wanted him to back off. Derek would feel the same way if Stiles was his and someone was circling him like a sex starved wolf. He heard a car turn into the parking lot and found Stiles getting out of an old jeep.
He watched as Stiles marching towards him, his face frozen in an angry scowl.
"You're a world class jerk, you know that?!" Stiles yelled jabbing a finger in Derek's chest.
"Stiles if I did something wrong, I'm sorry." Derek responded sounding as lost as he looked.
Stiles paced back and forth.
"You could have warned me that he was cheating on me!" Stiles yelled his voice cracking.
Derek cringed inwardly. If you looked up 'man whore in the dictionary,' Dean's perfect smile would be smirking back at you.
"See! You knew!" Stiles groaned at Derek's reaction.
Derek's chest tightened, he couldn't bear to see his new friend in pain.
Derek drew Stiles in and held him tight. "I'm so sorry." He whispered into his ear.
"I want to stab him to death in his sleep." Stiles mumbled hotly, appreciating Derek's warm embrace.
"That's really dark" Derek replied with a smirk.
"It's not funny."
"It's kinda funny."
"I mean. I go to his house, and there's this yellow beetle, one of those stupid ones those sorority bimbos drive and I walk inside because the slob can't ever lock a door and all I hear is grunting. He was…." Stiles rambled.
Derek stiffened.
"Wait. What color beetle?" He asked sharply.
"Huh?"
"Stiles what colored beetle?"
"Yellow."
Derek let go of Stiles who watched him with a perplexed expression as the older man checked his phone. Derek went into his blocked contacts and saw two missed calls and a text from Ashley. It read: 'babe I couldn't be on spring break without you. I'll be in Beacon Hills in an hour.'
Stiles watched as Derek's features darkened. He suddenly roared out in anger making Stiles jump at the suddenness of it all. Derek grabbed the bucket of baseballs and began pelting them at the cage, denting the wire at how hard he was flinging them.
"Derek what's wrong?" Stiles asked in confusion.
Derek stopped as suddenly as he had started and began stomping towards his Camaro like a man possessed. As he passed a large tree he punched it as hard as he could, causing his knuckles to bleed out.
Stiles suddenly got it.
Holy shit, it was Ashley that Dean was screwing. He ran to catch up with the furious man.
"Derek. Derek stop! What are you going to do?"
He grabbed a hold of Derek's hand but it was ripped it away with such fury that Stiles was glad that Derek hadn't actually used all his strength when they had played around. Pushing caution to the wind, Stiles ran ahead and placed himself in between Derek and the driver's side door of the Camaro.
"Get out of the way!" The older man seethed, baring his teeth like a wild animal.
"What are you about to do Derek? "
"Move! Or I'll move you myself!" The older man threatened, his voice sounding like oncoming thunder.
"Derek hold on!" Stiles gestured with his hands in a calming motion.
"I'm going to kill them both!" Derek yelled out angrily. "Move!" He bellowed angrily, his fists clenched so tightly Stiles saw drops of fresh blood dripping from the fresh wound.
"No Derek." Stiles supplanted, surprised that he was being the logical one when he had actually seem them going at it like stupid slutty rabbits. He brought a hand to Derek's chest, feeling how the older man relaxed instantly at his touch but still continued to stare ahead, breathing angrily.
"Going over there angry isn't going to do anyone any good." Stiles soothed.
Derek was shaking he was so angry. Stiles forgot how angry he was, seeing the pure rage flowing through Derek's entire being.
"It's over now. It's done." Stiles continued. The last thing Stiles wanted to do was to have Derek put in jail over night to cool off, or even worse being charged with bringing bodily harm to Dean or Ashley, though they really deserved it.
Derek suddenly slumped against Stiles, the rigidity of his body turning into a heavy, broken mass. Stiles gripped onto him like an anchor, afraid he'd be swept away by both of their emotions.
"How could she? How could he?" Derek questioned in a sad voice. "My own brother!" Derek cried, his voice shattering with ever word.
"I'm sorry babe" Stiles whispered stroking Derek's back.
"I hate them so much." Derek roared angrily, his body tensing, Stiles feeling the vibration permeating through his body. Derek clenched his fists for a moment before ducking his head against Stile's neck. A moment later he felt wetness against his collar bone.
"I want to die!" Derek screamed into Stiles' neck.
"No you don't." Stiles whispered softly blinking back his own tears. He could feel Derek's pain and it was so real, so visceral. It was the shittiest position to be in.
"I'm so sorry" Stiles muttered trying to be strong for the both of them.
Stiles continued to hold Derek as he hid his face from the world. The afternoon slowly turned to night, a silver moon rising gently into the sky looking down on them as they shared their sadness. Derek was still.
Stiles gently pushed him up to see tears drying on the older man's face. He wiped them away gently, his heart swelling at how broken he looked. He realized that Derek would have given that girl the world. He felt a sharp pain in his chest, like daggers, contemplating how lucky she was. He wasn't a jealous person by nature, but he couldn't help but desperately yearn for what Derek was offering.
"Don't cry, you're gonna make me cry. And I've been pretty good so far." Stiles provided with a weak smile.
"I would never make you cry Stiles" Derek whispered quietly. "You must think I'm pathetic." He spoke wiping his face, trying not to meet Stiles' gaze.
"No." Stiles whispered, giving him a reassuring hug. He led Derek to his jeep and helped the older man in. He got in himself and drove the two to the Stilinksi home.
TO BE CONTINUED…
Notes: I love that Stiles is so sweet to Derek even though he's just had his heart broken too….so many feels!