Hey guys! I'm super sorry this took so long to post, I'm in the middle of moving house and I have no internet access. I'm currently sitting at maccas just to post this! I've got more pre-written, so hopefully I'll get another chapter up in less then a week. Sorry again, and enjoy!

Stiles always loved sleeping. It was the one time a day where he could forget everything for a few hours and go to that magical place in his head. The place where everything was alright and he could just be happy. Before everything had gone wrong, he didn't feel the need to sleep as much. Everything he could possibly dream was a reality. And he didn't want to miss any of it. But ever since he had been banished, he tried to sleep as much as he could. Just to find that little bit of peace to make his daily life bearable.

Stiles woke to a knock on the door. When he had the energy to mutter a muffled acceptance, Dean poked his head around the corner of the entrance.

"Morning Stiles! Did you sleep well? Reed made pancakes. Do you like pancakes? That's a stupid question. You like waffles so you must like pancakes. Anyway, they're getting cold so hurry up!"

"Ungh."

Stiles was not a morning person.

When Stiles had finally fallen out of bed and located the toilet, it had been half an hour since Dean had woken him up.

"Stiles! You missed all the pancakes. I did try to save you some. But then I got hungry again."

"S'okay. I don't really like pancakes all that much anyway." Stiles mumbled. He was still tired dammit. It was only 10am.

Dean looked at him like he had two heads.

"Who doesn't like pancakes though…? Oh well. We have toast and fruit loops and cornflakes and rice bubbles and coco pops and some healthy bird looking food that Breeana likes."

Honestly. How is he so cheery this early?

"I'm not really hungry. Thanks for the offer though." Stiles yawned. "Where did everyone else go?"

"We usually go out for a run most mornings, I just wanted to stay here so you wouldn't freak out when you woke up. Anyway, Sonic wanted to talk to you when he got back. I went and got your bags out of your jeep, so feel free to have a shower if you'd like. They'll be out for another hour or so."

Stiles had a bath instead. It was like heaven after all the motel showers. The water pressure in them was slim to close-to-non-fucking-existent. Plus they had bubble bath and blue salts here. Once he was a nice prune like texture, and he had gotten dressed in his best flannel shirt, Stiles went back downstairs to find Dean.

He found the whole pack instead. How long had he been in the bath for?

"Stiles, please come and sit over here." The Alpha was sitting on a two seated couch with Dean, and the rest of the pack had spread out around the room, leaving only a single seat next to Sonic.

Well, here goes nothing. But as Stiles was making his way to his seat, all the wolves cocked their heads to the door and Stiles froze, just as he was taught to do.

"Hunters." mouthed Dean. He pointed at Stiles and with multiple hand movements, told him to go back upstairs.

And Stiles did, but not for the reason the wolves thought. He burst into his room and opened the one bag that he hadn't had to touch yet. Assembling his bow with a swift hand movement, and checking all his knives and guns were still where he stowed them when he got dressed, he ran back down stairs to find the wolves standing just outside the house.

"Stiles," hissed Dean. "What are you doing?!"

"Helping." Was the short explanation he gave.

And with that he scaled the drain pipe up to the top of the roof. His extra training might have paid off. And so what if he had gotten Alison to teach him how to use a bow and arrow? Hawkeye was awesome, alright?

From his perch on the roof, he could see into their woods. He spotted at least five, but there could be more hiding under the trees. Taking a deep breath, he steadied his arm and took his first shot. Then his second. Third. And fourth. Precision and speed were needed to ensure the rest of the hunters wouldn't notice him and run after just one shot. Usually he could get through upwards of seven in the first round, but this was a new area. So he was pretty happy with four. The remaining hunters started running towards the house, Stiles could count six more. As the wolves ran out to meet them, Stiles made his way back to the ground. He couldn't risk shooting with the speed that the wolves moved. He slung his bow over his back and took off towards the forest. When he got there he saw that one of the wolves were down, while the rest were still fighting. He crawled over to the injured wolf.

"You're Reed, yeah?"

"Yeah." He grunted. "Wolfsbane bullets. I got shot in the side. You can't just cut off half of your body and survive. I'm gonna die, aren't I."

"Not on my watch Reedy."

Reed looked confused at that statement, but he was also in agonising pain, so he just went with it.

Stiles looked up and saw that the rest of the pack had things under control, so he hooked his hands under Reed's armpits, and started dragging him back towards the house. They were just on the outskirts of the woods, so it only took him a few minutes to get him into the house and settled on a couch.

"Can you take your shirt off? I gotta run upstairs and get my kit."

Stiles didn't wait for an answer. But when he got back downstairs Reed was sans shirt.

"Great." Stiles said as he started getting his lighter and wolfsbane ready. "This is going to hurt like a mother, but I swear to you it will fix it, okay? Just breathe. You'll be fine."

Reed howls louder then Scott does we he gets patched up.