Short Chap. But it's mostly Sam anyway, and who really likes Sam? I'm kidding don't slay me. I myself mainly dream about our dear Jared... What can I say, I like tall guys.

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It was almost noon and as Stiles guessed he skipped school. Cas had checked in, but when Stiles told him he was staying home to do research and that none of the teachers really taught anything the first week of school, Cas even called the school to tell them he wouldn't be into school. So he sat at the computer all morning, using his Adderall to stay awake and focused and covering his floor with printed information off the internet. He grabbed some of the breakfast Cas had made at Cas' request and nipped at it every now and then taking a real bite when he heard Cas coming to check on him every hour. He also glanced at his phone and the number he'd taped to the back of it. Derek had disappeared last night while he was talking to Dean, leaving a note saying "Sorry for getting you in trouble." And he hadn't answered Stiles' texts since. Sam had woken up early and Stiles could hear the man moving around in the guest room. Stiles could only guess he was working out. A few minutes ago he'd come out of his room and went into the bathroom to take a shower. Maybe it was a bad idea to have his door open while he was researching… 10 minutes passed before Sam exited the bathroom. He froze outside Stiles' room and looked at him.

"Hey, Stiles…." Stiles swished his hand in a busy dismissive wave.

"Yo…" Despite his clear body language signals Sam came in slowly, as if it made him less intrusive.

"Whatcha up to?" He stood a few feet away on a clear spot on the increasingly unorganized filing cabinet that was his floor.

"Research… Cas called in my absence to school." Sam looked around at all the paper lying about. He picked up a picture of a hairy wolf-looking guy in old clothing with a bloody cartoon bullet hole in his chest.

"On… wolf men?"

"Werewolves actual… got to go through the junk to get the goods. Welcome to the internet." Stiles said still sifting through Google results.

"Interested in the topic?"

"Recently." Stiles printed another stack and set it on top of his printer.

"Why is that?" Sam seemed a bit suspicious, so Stiles just kept typing. "Stiles?"

"I'm kinda busy. You mind if we chill another time?" Sam backed off pretty quick.

"Yeah, sure. We can chat later."