Max: All the chapters up to 15 are written. I haven't started 16, but I'm not planning on Stiles getting bit. At least not getting turned. They may have a bite scare. But no, it's not a wolf Stiles story. Sam is not yet in town. Friendship cuddles will ensue. There is plenty of time for them to deny they want each other. Don't rush.
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He had a hard time carrying six bags at once but finally just carried one at each elbow and then carrying two in each hand. After a struggle with the door he stumbled into the house to see Dean and Cas sitting and talking with a tan guy with brown hair, he seemed to be tall, even sitting. He planned to ignore the whole thing and get dinner started, but Dean stood up and started over to him gesturing the guy to stand. Thankfully Dean grabbed the three bags on his left arm, and Stiles adjusted the remaining baggage giving Dean quick thanks.

"Stiles, this is my brother, Sam. He's going to be hanging around a couple days, helping me out with some stuff." Stiles shook the man's hand with a slight smile. He gave back the same smile.

"Nice to meet you, Stiles. Enjoy staying with the guys so far?" Stiles nodded.

"Yeah, they've both been great; I was actually going to make dinner. Are you and Dean gonna stick around?" Sam and Dean looked at each other. Sam nodded and Dean patted Stiles on the shoulder. "Yeah, we can stick around. Sam's probably hungry anyways." Sam nodded and shrugged.

"Yeah, actually, funny story, Luce was mad about me coming and took the food I had packed for the road." Dean held back a snicker. Sam rolled his eyes. "I have no idea why you two don't get along better, at the same maturity level and all." Dean gave a just fake pout.

"How am I supposed to get along with anybody sleeping with my baby brother?" Stiles could tell Sam was gritting his teeth in his mouth.

"Don't say that so misleadingly…"

"How is it misleading?" Dean feigned innocence. Sam sighed and spoke directly to Stiles.

"He means that literally not figuratively." Stiles smiled.

"I'm a 16 year old American boy who plays sports. I know a gay joke when I hear it. I'm guessing Luce is a guy, since you saw the need to point out that you aren't 'sleeping together'." Sam nodded.

"Not that there's anything wrong with that. I mean, would be wrong with that. But there isn't. Wouldn't be. It's just, he in particular can be kind of…."

"-'An insufferable dick', in Dean's words. Would you like me to help you prepare dinner, Stiles?" Castiel thankfully pulled him away from the awkward situation. Stiles leaned toward his savior to speak quietly.

"Thanks, Cas. Do you guys have any soup broth or soy sauce or something?" Cas nodded and led Stiles to the kitchen and started going through a box. He handed Stiles a bottle of Soy sauce, then pulled out a bottle of water with a rosary in it, with a smile.

"Dean will be most pleased I found this. I've set out a wok and a set of tongs for you. Please excuse me." As soon as Cas left the kitchen he called loudly. "Dean! I've found the holy water!" Stiles found that amusing but not half as amusing as Sam and Dean shushing him loudly. At this point he just accepted that this was a weird family he had unwillingly become a part of. Especially after finding a jar full of blood which, Cas "comforted", was just a dead man's blood. Stiles got to cooking. He melted a few of the chocolate coins on top once it was almost done. Which turned out pretty damn good, but tasting it burned his tongue. He served the chicken and veggie stir fry over rice and set the table.

"Soup's on!" Dean seemed to have been giving a light chuckle before he came in and sat down.

"This looks great, Stiles! Scott going to join us or is he home tonight?" Dean took a bite and burned his tongue too, but laughed at himself softly for it. Cas and Sam had the sense to blow on it first.

"Home as far as I know." Sam made a happily surprised sound.

"Stiles, is there chocolate in this?"

"Yeah, I picked up a couple bags of those chocolate coins at the store, melted a couple over the mix, and tossed it a bit. Surprisingly good right?" Dean smiled.

"Sammy loved those as a kid. It really tastes great Stiles." Cas looked confused.

"Chocolate coins?" Stiles was also used to Cas' weird ignorance and disturbing knowledge of certain things. He got up and retrieved a handful of the coins for him. Cas inspected them, not seeming to get it. He bit into it and made a perplexed face. "This is tinfoil not chocolate." Stiles took a different one and peeled it.

"The chocolate is on the inside. The tinfoil is just a wrapper." Cas took the piece of chocolate and inspected that.

"These are rather amusing." He ate the coin. "And quite good."

"Yeah, surprised you didn't ever have any as a kid. They're big on Easter." Cas just looked at Dean then back at Stiles, nodded, and went back to eating his stir fry.

"This is a very nice combination." Stiles shook his head in dismissal.

"Glad you like it, Cas." Stiles finished first and collected his dishes. "Um, I'm probably gonna go up to my room and do some -uh- homework." He washed up his dishes and came back out with the candy he'd bought. He gave the Whatchamacallits to Sam and Dean and the extra bag of coins to Cas. Dean grinned, happy to get the candy.

"Thank you~. Night kid. You know where our room is if you need us. Leave your door open a crack, unless you're looking at porn. Then just open it before you go to bed. Did you salt your window like I asked?" Stiles rolled his eyes. Dean had decided it was best (for whatever messed up reason) that the windows and exterior doors remain salted at all times.

"Yes, sir. I put it in the space for when the window is closed so the wind wouldn't break the line." Dean smiled.

"What a natural. Go on, do your homework or whatever you kids call it these days." Stiles hurried upstairs. He wondered if it was too soon to call Derek as he turned on his computer. It had been a couple hours since they saw each other at the store. A text was the safe bet. He pulled out his cell and entered the number Derek gave him as a recipient.

"hey." It wasn't long before his phone blooped.

"Kid from the grocery store that thinks my car and I are gorgeous?" Stiles smiled.

"Oddly specific. How many people did you give your # to today?"

"Hm. Exact # or estimate?"

"I think it'll help my self-esteem if Idk."

"Don't worry. Just u. Glad to hear from u. I was worried u might lose my number."

"I could never." Stiles immediately sent another. "Believe me, I tried. I swear u put glue on it or something."

"Aren't u witty."

"It's a talent I was born with. Both a blessing and a curse."

"I know the feeling."

"Hru?" This time the reply took a few minutes.

"Tbh, not great."

"What's wrong?" Again the reply was delayed.

"My older sister died recently. I just had to bury her this week."

"Are you okay? I can tell you two were close by how you talked about her." A minute or two later his phone blooped again.

"Yeah, I'm used to the feeling. It hurts but, I think I'll be fine."

"I can come over if you'd prefer company?"

"No." This time it was immediate. Only a few seconds after he'd asked, and he'd be lying if he said it didn't hurt a little. "It's not that I don't want to see you, it's just best if you don't come over. I'm at my family's old place." Stiles started typing his reply: That's fine. If you don't want me to come over, we can just text. He didn't get to send it before Derek replied again. "Could I come over? I'd really like to see you." Stiles didn't really know how good of an idea that was. The guys' place was practically on the on the other side of town from the Hale house. Dean had basically grounded Stiles from the outside world passed the 11pm curfew(still 12 on weekends). No guests, except Scott and only if he was staying the night, which he had to do Tuesday to have dinner with them, because Cas wouldn't let him ride home in the dark. By the time Derek got there it'd be passed 11. Sneaking out was one thing, but sneaking a guy in…

"Our place is pretty far. I don't know how the guys would react to me having a guy they don't know over in the middle of the night. I'd have to sneak you in. And be forewarned: I've never done that."

"Sounds fun. I can B there in half an hour."

"Window all the way to the right facing the back of the house. You should be able to climb up onto the roof of the back room. Cu then." After texting Derek the address, Stiles tidied up his room and put on a touch of deodorant. Which took all of five minutes. He sat down and started a bit of mild research, which he deemed completely useless.