Kittycatattack: He forgot. The downfall of so many.

WolfDragonDemon: No sneaking, no accidental shootings! Sorry to disappoint. Hope you enjoy anyway.

Squiggle: Thank you for your leniency.

CassieSalvatore1864: Written in about a month or two, I think. Completing it took close to a year, I would hope it wasn't more than that. They were uploaded in 14 days. But thank you for addictively consuming my writing. I have another SuperWolf story called Like a Beacon for Trouble. Please seek help if you're literally addicted. It's not healthy. But I have a cola addiction.
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They pulled into the driveway and went in the house. Before he could think, Cas was looking him over seeming to be in a panic.

"You aren't injured?" Crap. Stiles remembered he'd snuck out. And apparently they had found that out. Stiles grabbed Cas' hands so he'd stop checking him for injuries.

"Cas, I'm fine. Sorry for sneaking out…" Cas hugged him. It was pretty stiff but seemed right since Cas was giving it.

"That is not important, Stiles. You were shot at." Stiles was a little taken back by that. Dean stormed into the room.

"Damn it, kid! Are you some kind of stupid! I have been calling all over town looking for your ass!" Stiles held up his hand stopping him.

"How did you know I was shot at, Cas?"

"Dean got in touch with an associate in the area. He said he shot at a pack which included two young men of your and Scott's height and build and may have been traveling in a blue jeep. We did the math."

"Associate?! The psycho that almost crippled me is your guys' associate!? You realize how fucked up that is right?! That you have friends that actively try to shoot teenagers out in the woods! Jeez, no wonder you wouldn't let me go after Scott!"

"And I'm guessing Scott is the werewolf that got an arrow to the arm. You okay, Scott?" Scott nodded next to Stiles, not even seeming to care that he still didn't have a shirt on.

"Yeah. Thanks for the concern."

"Oh, don't thank me. I'm just glad you didn't tear Stiles' heart out."

"Well… I've tried not to on a daily basis since we were 12 so it's not that hard to resist the urge anymore…" Dean didn't look amused and Scott shifted uncomfortable. "What I mean is, I really owe him. He tried to warn me, and not only did I not listen, I was a total jerk. And he came to have my back anyway, and ended up saving me. He's an amazing friend, I owe him my life, and I can't tell you how grateful or sorry I am that he got in trouble for me." Dean gave a hard sigh and slap on the shoulder.

"Well, I'm just glad you got him back here in one piece."

"Can Scott sleep over? His mom is working the night shift, and for obviously reasons he's too traumatized to go home and sleep in an empty house." Dean gave Stiles a stern look.

"I don't think so." Stiles gave a pout, and Scott piled on a puppy look of his own.

"Please?" Both asked, but Dean shook his head.

"I don't think it's a good idea, Stiles." Even Cas gave Dean a pleading look that rivaled Scott's. Sam came in the room, smiling when he saw Stiles.

"Hey, You found him! Whoa. What got you a puppy dog convention?" Dean sighed.

"They want Scott to stay over, and I said it's not a good idea." Sam shrugged.

"Well, better to have him where we can keep an eye on him."

"Yeah, but not in a bed with Stiles!" Scott gave a kicked puppy look. "Look, I don't mean..." Dean sighed again. "...You're keeping the door open." Scott brightened and quickly seized Dean in a hug, making the hunter jump. "Oh. N-uh. Okay, yeah... Of course he's a hugger. Are all freaking werewolves huggers?" Stiles scoffed.

"I wish..." He murmured under his breath. Dean narrowed his eyes, tightening the arm around Scott to a vice, which seemed to please Scott, thinking it was just a hug in return.

"What was that Stiles?" Stiles looked up and fidgeted.

"Hm? Oh, nothing..." Dean gave an 'I know something is up' glare and let Scott go.

"Have you eaten Scott?" Cas asked with a smile. Scott blushed and shook his head. "The leftovers of dinner are still out, if you'd like..."

"Thank you, Cas, that'd be great..." Scott followed Cas, and Sam followed them. Dean stopped Stiles as he went to follow.

"You ain't gettin' off that easy, kid. I concede that Scott isn't unstable or anything, at least not tonight. Who were you two runnin' with?" Stiles shifted his weight defensively.

"What does it matter?"

"I ask you, you answer, that's how it matters. Someone from school? He was bigger than you both. Was it an adult you know?"

"No! God, really? Can't we just drop this for tonight? Why do you even care? Wait..." Stiles fixed Dean with a look. "No way. You're like one of those freaks from the woods, a werewolf hunter?" Dean sighed and rolled his eyes.

"We don't specialize in any one creature. We're not werewolf hunters. Just Hunters." Stiles gaped.

"Sam and Cas too then...?"

"Sam, but not Cas."

"What's Cas?" Dean sighed again.

"The pretty guy in the kitchen." Stiles glared.

"He knows. If he's not one of you, how does he know?" Dean quirked an eyebrow.

"Tell me who the other wolf was and I'll tell you." Stiles huffed.

"It's not my place to say..."

"And it's mine?"

"You asked first!"

"Exactly, so you should answer me first." Stiles smirked.

"I don't care as much." Dean crossed his arms.

"I have authority over you."

"I have free will, and tying me up would be a crime." Dean paused a moment.

"I could torture you without leaving a mark." Stiles gaped at Dean.

"Dean, do not threaten the child!" Cas called from the kitchen. Stiles took the moment's distraction to duck passed and hurry to the kitchen to stick close to Cas. Whatever he was had to be safer than Vlad the Impaler over there. Cas shook his head and patted Stiles' cheek. "Do not fear, Stiles. Dean was just trying to scare you. He would not hurt you, nor would I allow him to." Stiles nodded but still stuck close.

Once they'd eaten Stiles and Scott sat in the living room watching the Daily Show as the guys talked in the kitchen. Scott had tensed up a few times, but hadn't gotten too upset. The last nine minutes the Three came in and Dean tapped the back of his head. He smiled up. "Yes, Jethro?" Dean scoffed.

"That Gibbs to you, boy. You've got ten 'til lights out. We're going up now, but we'll have our door open so, I'll be watching for you two to come up." Stiles nodded.

"Kay, we'll be up. Sweet Dreams."

"Sweet dreams. Check your window." Stiles nodded again as Dean headed up and Sam followed. Cas hugged him from behind and set a hand on Scott's shoulder before going as well. Soon enough Stiles was bounding up to his room, leaving Scott to follow slowly. Stiles was already in his room as Scott got stopped after turning down the hallway. Dean stepped out, putting his hand on Scott's shoulder. "Hey Scott."

"Hey, Dean..." Scott said, worry evident in his voice.

"I just want to make sure we were clear on one thing: If you were to hurt or say... defile Stiles in any way tonight, how do you think that would work out for you?" Scott gave a confused look up at the man.

"Not well, Sir...?" Dean smiled and nodded.

"I would have you for breakfast. Am I understood?" Scott nodded, a bit scared at the very serious tone.

"Yes, Sir. I'd never hurt Stiles." Finally Dean gave a real smile and clapped a hand on the boy's shoulder.

"Great. Remember to leave that door open." With that Scott nodded, hurrying down the hall with a small whimper. He dove into the bed, first thing. Stiles pulled him up, when kicking him out failed.

"Scott, change or you're sleeping on the floor." After five minutes of talking Scott out of sleeping on the floor and another two of them both changing, they finally both wriggled into bed, back to back. "Love you, man." Stiles murmured softly toward sleep.

"Love you too, Stiles. See you in the..." With a yawn they were both fast asleep. As always with in the 20 minutes that passed before Dean checked in, the two were facing each other, heads on a single pillow cuddled between them and their legs as tangled around each others' as their arms were around the pillow. Dean obviously took pictures.