After Omaha and the adventure there, the next stop Derek figured would be around Chicago. That was the plan. Of course plans never go the way they were supposed to. Derek was running on about 8 hours of sleep for the past 36 hours, he was tired and cranky to say the least. Stiles was in the passenger seat playing on Derek's tablet. He was playing some annoying game that made him yell every so often. Now usually the alpha can ignore his mate or at least tune him out for a few but not today.
"Stiles shut the hell up, damn I have been listening to you for the past 3 hours yelling at that god forsaken game, turn it off and read or something," Derek snarled. Dropping him mouth open to glare at his fucking boyfriend, "OMG I have only been playing the game for an hour and what the hell man you got something up your ass," Stiles said, "Oh wait no you don't cause you wouldn't let me do anything back at the motel."
Derek tried to ignore the boy but that wasn't happening. "Look I just want to get this trip over with ok is a little peace and quiet too much to ask," Derek pleaded. Of course when Stiles gasped Derek figured out what he said. "NO NO that's not what I meant," trying to back pedal but got interrupted. "Look I have known that your were an asshole but really, is spending two weeks with me that much," Stiles sighed struggling not to yell. "Baby, look I'm sorry that's not what I meant, I'm just tired and the sun is messing with my head" Derek pleaded. Sighing again Stiles looked at his boyfriend. There were bags under his eyes and his eyes are not bright green there more of a dull color now. "Ok I know you didn't mean it, but seriously Der when was the last time you slept" Stiles said. "Um, I caught a few hours but then you started " Derek continued but Stiles interrupted, "Wo Wo Wo dude English please I only know a little." "O que, oh sorry um I said that I don't know," Derek sighed.
Backstory
Now Stiles has known Derek upwards of 7 years and he only heard him speak Galician a few time, after the alpha fight was one of them. Usually when Derek gets so tired or pissed he will resort to the first language he learned. Derek's grandparents were from northern Spain where the language was common. Talia was big on family and languages, seeing how she could speak French, Italian, English and Galician. She encouraged her children to take up a language; Derek chose the one of his grandparents because his grandparents' English was a common practice. At an early age Derek and his older brother Lucian (Luc for short or Lucy when Laura was in a playful mood) started talking to their grandparents regularly. By age 10 and Luc 12 they were both fluent in the language as well as English.
Now it was up to Stiles to somehow get Derek to sleep. With the destination about 15 hours away, Stiles had to get creative. His first idea was to change the music to something calmer then Metallica. After about 30 minutes of his REO Speed wagon, Bon Jovi, and Bryan Adams mix CD, Stiles couldn't take it anymore. The music gained little results, on to a new tactic. He couldn't dose the alpha with sleeping pills that Stiles keeps in his bag for road trips, he tried that with Scott last year and it was horrible. Suddenly a grin spread across his face, then he quickly hid it, he can't alarm the victim. Stretching his hands over his head like he would do any other time Stiles bumped his hand on the soda he had handing over the cup holder. The liquid splashed over the top right on to Derek's lap. Jumping which made the car swerve Derek yelled, "God dammit Stiles, what the hell." Faking apologetic Stiles said," oh my bad um I got a towel around here somewhere." Searching for the towel, Stiles would have been prepared but he didn't think it would actually work. He found some napkins on the backseat; grabbing a few he set his plan in motion.