What Are We Supposed To Be?
CH 11
Notes: Let's get back shall we…
The beat of the music was loud and obnoxious, just the way buzzed college students liked it, pulsing through the walls of the frat house and temporarily deafening its inhabitants. The main room, which had been converted to a dance floor, was crowded with college students writhing away to the rhythm of the music, forgetting the pressures of homework, assignments, and exams that waited for them when they got back to their dorm rooms.
Stiles was in the kitchen of a massive frat house waiting in line as two Neanderthals wearing ugly t-shirts with the fraternity's name emblazoned on them filled what seemed like twenty red cups full of beer from a keg. Once done the two barged passed him and zeroed in on a group of slutty sorority girls wearing skirts so high that Stiles could practically see what kind of underwear they had on.
"Classy" he muttered to himself as he finally got near the keg, watching two shy looking girls filling their cups with the dark amber liquid. It had been a busy week and he desperately needed a drink.
Stiles checked his phone and saw a new text.
[Scott]: Just parked, we'll be there in 10.
He sighed and filled his cup, grimacing when the beer ran out just when his cup reached half full. Shrugging, he took a sip, appreciating the chill of the icy liquid spreading through his body. He frowned realizing that the whole party scene wasn't as fun as it used to be and chalked it up to missing Derek. He watched as several couples made out lazily and balked, instantly feeling voyeuristic. He wandered upstairs passing several cliques of people who were chatting amongst themselves excitedly. He wished he was more energetic or gave more of a damn.
He reached for his phone again and scrolled through, hoping Derek would have texted him back, pouting when he hadn't received anything. He was still probably practicing for his next game and Stiles was bored. There was nothing worse than being bored at a party, especially when everyone around you was having a blast. Derek had asked him to come along and watch the game but he had been dumb and told him he had plans with Scott and Allison that he had made months ago. Lydia and Jackson had also promised to come but as usual, both had canceled a few hours prior with several lame excuses.
He decided to send Derek a text
[Stiles]: bored out of my mind at a party, what's wrong with me?
He absently turned a corner and ran into a solid wall of muscle.
"Oh sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going" Stiles apologized quickly. He looked up to find none other than Dean Hale staring down at him with a bemused look on his face. A bottle of beer perched in one hand the other around Stiles' waist, stopping him from falling down on his ass.
"Hey babe." Dean greeted him, gently releasing Stiles from his grip.
"Hi Dean" Stiles returned, his jaw clicking in irritation.
"You never returned my calls."
"Yeah, wonder why" Stiles retorted with a glare.
"Oh right. I'm sorry you had to see that" Dean countered quietly, finally dropping his smirk to something more apologetic.
"Yeah well." Stiles began, feeling a surge of anger at the horrible memory, no one deserved to find their significant other in bed with someone else.
"You're an asshole." Stiles finished, glowering at him. "I couldn't even think of talking or seeing you without wanting to maim you" he concluded trying not to notice how handsome Dean looked in the soft light. He had let his stubble grow into a small beard that set off his eyes and full lips. The grey shirt he was wearing accentuated his broad chest and torso and his baggy jeans and timberlands made his size and height work for him in an unbelievably appealing manner. The girls and some guys were going to go crazy for him once he went downstairs to join the party.
"Yeah I'm an asshole. I can admit it." Dean shrugged dismissively. "But we had our fun right babe?"
"Stop calling me babe" Stiles snapped.
"Sorry Stiles." Dean returned, an odd expression on his face at how strange it was for him to actually use Stiles' actual name.
"Anyway what are you doing here? You aren't in a frat" Stiles questioned looking around hoping not to see a familiar blonde with massive boobs flitting around somewhere like the hussy that she was.
"Brett is one of the brothers" Dean gestured towards a doorway with a picture of the school's fullback on it, all while taking a leisurely look at Stiles in his plaid shirt and jeans.
"Stop that" Stiles muttered feeling a flush, Dean was being inappropriate as usual.
"You look cute as all fuck Stiles." Dean edged quietly taking a swig of his beer and shooting him a killer smirk that was designed to melt the zippers off any pants or dresses in the near vicinity.
Stiles rolled his eyes even though he felt like the temperature in the room rose several degrees. The nerve of this guy.
As if feeling Stiles' resolve slipping, Dean inched forward, running a hand down Stiles back, causing him to jump.
"What's an innocent little piece like you doing in a place like this?" Dean husked against him.
"I'm meeting a friend here" Stiles muttered moving away from the advance.
"Oh a friend?" Dean continued, his breath hot and moist on Stiles' neck
"Dude stop." Stiles groused pushing at the wall of muscle that was somehow smothering him.
"Aw come on Stiles, you know how good we were. I've learned a few things while we were apart, I bet you'll love it" He continued.
And that did it, all of Stiles' pent up anger boiled over and exploded from his fist as he swung hard against Dean's face where the impact resulted in a loud crack.
"Ow Fuck!" Dean yelled dropping his beer onto the ground where it spilled unceremoniously across the wooden floor.
"Damn that hurts" he muttered holding a hand over his bleeding nose. Stiles shook his fist angrily, the pain of the impact sending a sting across his hand.
"You're the worst kind of jerk you know that?" Stiles uttered, flexing his hand.
"Ah I'm bleeding". Dean grumbled and Stiles felt bad looking at the guy's clean t-shirt which was now covered in splatters of blood. He took off the plaid shirt he was wearing and approached Dean who glanced at him warily.
"Here" he gestured for him to take his hands away from his face, rolling his eyes when he realized that his nose had just swollen up. Stiles pressed the shirt against the nostrils, watching as deep crimson soaked into the fabric.
"It's not bad, I didn't break it. "
"Still hurt like a motherfucker though" Dean muttered looking put out.
"Yeah well."
"Sorry. " Dean mumbled averting his eyes.
"Yeah I know." Stiles sighed slowly removing his shirt from Dean's nose, satisfied that the bleeding had stopped as quickly as it had started. He took his cold beer cup and brought it to the side of Dean's nose and the quarterback sighed in relief.
"Oh that's the ticket."
Stiles chuckled despite himself. He looked up to see Dean staring back at him.
"You ok?" Dean spoke quietly.
"Yeah" Stiles nodded. "Besides I don't think Derek would like it if were communicating after what went down."
"Derek? Who's Derek? He belong to this fraternity?" Dean rumbled in surprise.
"He's my boyfriend, a baseball player, goes to ASU on a full scholarship" Stiles responded watching Dean tense next to him.
"What. Are you?" Dean stared at him for a moment, staring at him, now completely sober. "You're dating baby bro?" He asked incredulously.
Stiles nodded, trying to displace the odd feeling of guilt and awkwardness that flooded his nervous system for some reason.
Dean stared at him, as if seeing him for the first time.
"Why?"
"Because I like him, and he likes me." Stiles mumbled finally returning Dean's gaze.
Dean straightened himself out, slowly thinking the situation over. He nodded towards the stairs
"Want to get a drink? I could really use one right now." Dean admitted quietly.
Stiles nodded and followed him down to the kitchen through the packed crowd of inebriated partiers. Dean lifted a new keg and attached it to the stand, pulling two fresh cups of beer for both of them, holding one out to Stiles who took it appreciatively, trying not to watch Dean's biceps flex as he moved gracefully, one hand tilting the keg while the other held a cup in place. He pushed any inappropriate thoughts out of his head. He already had a well built guy to gawk over, who was crazy over him, and he didn't need any other reason than that.
Remembering his previous text, Stiles checked his phone to find two texts.
[Serial Killer Derek Hale]: Hey, sorry was practicing, what's going on?
[Serial Killer Derek Hale]: Are you ok? Hungry? Need sex?
"Oh geez" Stiles bit back a laugh rolling his eyes. The Hales and their one track minds.
"So" Dean started, making Stiles look up.
"When did this all start?"
"A few months ago."
"Months?"
"Yes months Dean." Stiles responded.
Dean nodded processing the information. He finished his drink and got himself another.
"Just be careful with him, he's not like us."
"Not like us?" Stiles repeated, his voice clipped in irritation. "Last time I checked, I wasn't a cheater."
Dean held up his hands remembering what Stiles was talking about and nodded. "Yeah yeah ok. I apologized remember.'
"How could you do that with her of all people?" Stiles continued his anger rising again.
"Oh you mean Slutina Aguilera?" Dean muttered rolling his eyes.
"Nice"Stiles chided icily.
"Clearly baby bro didn't mean much to her if she was that quick to drop her panties, you know what I mean?" Dean acknowledged sipping his beer nonchalantly.
Stiles shook his head.
"You two belong with each other."
Dean took a swig, changing the mood from nonchalant to serious in a heartbeat. He opened his mouth to speak but Stiles cut him off.
"What do you mean he's not like us?" He pressed, waiting for an answer.
Dean took another drink.
"Aw come on ba…Stiles, we were just having fun."
"What now?"
Dean shrugged. "I mean neither of us know what we want, we weren't serious about things."
Stiles' stomach knotted, the words hitting him hard, reminding him how uncomfortable he had felt when Derek had been so real and open about his feelings and how part of him wanted to run at his admissions.
"So what are you saying? That we were just whatever, friends with benefits?" Stiles inquired slowly.
"Come on Stiles, you and I both knew what our situation was."
"I never cheated." Stiles deadpanned, feeling like he was repeating the same things over and over again.
"Why not?" Dean responded, looking directly at him.
"What kind of question is that?" Stiles spluttered completely thrown off.
Dean shook his head with a laugh.
"You are all kinds of fucked up, you know that?" Stiles muttered his face red, his mind buzzing with the sobering realization of so many things all at once.
"I'm sorry, I just thought we were on the same page" Dean sighed. "I didn't know you thought it was something else" he finished.
He leaned in and wrapped Stiles a hug. "Sorry" he whispered quietly before releasing him.
"Anyway, baby bro is all or nothing in relationships. "Can handle that?" He continued
Stiles nodded. "Yeah"
"I really hope you're ready" Dean pressed on making it feel like he was asking Stiles to man up and take his new relationship seriously.
"We'll be fine." Stiles affirmed, trying to feel as firm as he sounded.
"And if you hurt him I'll break your neck, got that?" Dean declared powerfully
"Fuck you" Stiles muttered rolling his eyes in indignation.
Dean laughed, lightening the mood and running a hand through Stiles' hair in an affectionate noogie.
"Your hair's longer" Dean muttered biting his lip "It looks good."
"Yeah I know," Stiles mumbled pushing the quarterback's hand away.
"Take care of him alright?" He smiled "and take care of yourself too" he finished before walking into the crowd leaving Stiles alone in the kitchen, staring at an enormous garbage bag of discarded red cups. Stiles sipped on his beer and turned his gaze to the window, watching a group of coeds smoking and laughing outside, his mind processing everything that had just happened.
"Stiles!" A voice hollered through the cacophony of sounds. He turned to see Scott dragging a wary looking Allison through the crowd of party goers.
"Man this party is nuts!" Scott crowed bobbing his head to the music.
"There was no parking. Anywhere. We parked at a red zone in a neighboring street." Allison yelled trying to speak over the blaring bass which had seemed to resurge, overtaking all of Stiles' senses.
"Don't worry they don't ticket over here after dark." Stiles responded comforting Allison as Scott began filling three cups from the keg.
"Dude, this place is awesome! I can't believe they asked me to pledge for the fall." He yelled over the music making Stiles grin.
"Really Scott you're surprised?" He shouted, taking the freshly filled cup, and noticed Allison slowly swaying with the beat of the song.
"You too Allison?" He laughed.
"What? I like this song." She smiled as several noisy party goers stumbled in and made a beeline for the keg, pushing the trio into a corner.
"So when I'm part of the brotherhood you get access to the best parties on campus" Scott bellowed bopping his head to the beat.
"Uh huh" Stiles laughed.
"It's true! We're young and we're free to party!" Scott sang along to the lyrics of the song blasting through the speakers, his off-key vocals surprisingly in tune to the random lyrics. Scott grabbed both of them and headed into the crowd of party goers and Stiles chuckled, dancing along to the music.
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Stiles woke up to the sound of someone puking their brains out in his bathroom, his head ringing like a bell, his mouth dry, and his throat scratchy. He rolled over to find Scott sprawled out on his bed, drooling on his pillow like a dozing Rottweiler.
Allison stumbled out of the bathroom, her hair stuck to her face and her eyes half closed.
"Oh my God I feel like I was head butted by a school bus" she groaned collapsing on top of Scott who grunted at the impact.
"Stiles. Let's go to breakfast" she muttered burrowing her face into Scott's back. The mention of food made Scott wake up.
"I'm starving" he yawned.
"Yeah let's go" Stiles agreed standing up and scratching his stomach. He looked down at his phone and saw two missed texts from none other than 'Serial Killer Derek Hale'
"You're phones been making noises for hours, make it stop!" Allison groaned as he picked up his phone and scrolled through the missed texts, his mind returning to the the conversation he had had with Dean the night before.
Was he ready for this?
TO BE CONTINUED…
Notes: long time no see people! I'm getting back into writing again after life tornadoed its way through my schedule. Hopefully another chapter soon