Chapter 5: Dammit, I'm Sheriff For A Reason!

"Dude!" Stiles yelled at Derek the best he could while not raising his voice above a whisper. "How did you not hear him coming?"

"I was a little distracted!" Derek whisper shouted right back as the two of them scrambled to make themselves look presentable.

"Oh my GOD this is like every nightmare I've ever had combined!"

"Stiles?" and that was Papa's Stilinski's voice coming from right on the other side of Stiles' bedroom door, and now said door was being opened slowly. Don't pass out Stilinski.

Derek had promptly shot into the corner behind said door while Stiles had stumbled and flailed his way over to the door to stop his dad from coming into the room too far.

"Hey, dad!"

The Sheriff wasn't fooled for a second. "Who's here?"

"What? No one's here."

"Who's hiding behind the door?"

To say that Stiles was panicking was an understatement.

"They better have their clothes on."

Stiles couldn't even be relieved by the use of the gender neutral terms 'they' and 'their' because his heart was in his throat. AND WHY WAS DEREK STEPPING OUT FROM BEHIND THE DOOR?!

"Hello, Sheriff Stilinski." Stiles could practically hear the unspoken 'please don't shoot me' that Derek's tone had tagged onto the end.

The Sheriff pinched the bridge between his nose. "I'm not even surprised," he mumbled.

And yeah Stiles mouth has now hanging open.

"Downstairs," the Sheriff dropped his hand to glare at the both of them pointedly, "NOW."

As the two of them followed the Sheriff downstairs Derek grumbled from behind Stiles, just loud enough that him and only him could hear, "I swear in you faint again and leave me to deal with your father alone I will rip your throat out."

Stiles couldn't help it. "With your teeth?"

Derek growled.

"Don't be such a sourwolf."

All too quickly they reached the dinning room where they then were sat across from Stiles' dad and oh jeez he had his interrogation face on. Stiles felt like he was going to puke. And his dad just kept staring them down.

"I'm gonna pass out," Stiles finally said out loud.

"You're not getting out of this that easily," his dad responded.

"How did you even know someone was in my room?" Stiles finally burst out.

"Dammit, Stiles, I'm Sheriff for a reason!"

Stiles looked down at the table. "Sorry, Dad, that's not what I meant."

The Sheriff just rolled his eyes. "How long has this been going on?"

"I thought you had super deductive sheriff skills?" Stiles grumbled.

Derek may have kicked him under the table and gave him a pointed look.

"OW," Stiles said openly, glaring back at him.

"Yesterday," Derek answered. "It's only been going on since yesterday."

The Sheriff actually seemed surprised by this.

"Oh my GOD how long have you thought this was going on?!"

"You're the ones always throwing glances at each other, don't yell at me for noticing."

Stiles head hitting the table hurt.

"So you're bi," the Sheriff stated matter-of-factly.

Stiles whipped his head up. "How do you know I'm not gay?"

The Sheriff just raised an eyebrow; not as expressive as Derek's, but still impressive.

"I've told you before that I know you're not gay." Stiles just looked at him. "I never said I didn't think you liked guys, but come on Stiles you worshiped Lydia Martin for how many years? It's not that hard to figure out, son."

"Is there any point in this conversation where you stop embarrassing me?" Stiles practically whimpered.

"No." Well... no room for argument there. "Derek." Oh my GOD.

"Sir." .GOD.

"You hurt my son and no one will ever find your body." And in that moment Stiles literally had no doubt that his father would actually hunt Derek down and proceed to do very illegal things.

"Understood."

Stiles watched as his dad and Derek just kind of looked at each other for a few seconds communicating something that terrified Stiles before the Sheriff nodded and stood up. He looked at the both of them before nodding again and turning to walk out of the room. And just as Stiles was about to breath out a sigh of relief his dad stopped and said over his shoulder, "No sex while I'm home."

"Oh my GOD."

Feel it all
Feel it all crashing down (Down, down, down)
I'm so lost
I'm so lost in your sound