Kitty: Of course you got that vibe. When don't you get that vibe? You put more sexual connotation onto things than Freud. But yes, they at the very least sexually harass him; you could make a pretty good case for sexual assault if Sam chose to file charges. But they also prank him, and scare away all of his dates. Gabe has chipped in also, when in town.

Cassie: Thank you for noticing! It's adapted from the title of the book Death of a Salesman . I've never read it but Arthur Miller is a great author- a true artist, everything I've read by him has made me sort of homicidal- and I've heard it's confusing and depressing to the layperson. So I recommend it. Today's title is a little trickier. It's from lyrics, and the break line before the story starts will be the following verse except one word. Also, yes, I figured death hangs over Beacon Hills like a blanket over a bird cage, and he seems the type to like plants, and it's funny, so bah. And to answer your other questions, yes Derek is stalking the Stiles. But he was not the one watching them. It should be a bit of a conundrum. If you wouldn't have asked I would have let everyone think it was Derek until I cleared it up, if I clear it up. Good question. And no I'm not telling who it is and I will not respond to guesses.

Snidget: No, they were murdered during coitus, They will never have another scene. *chokes to death on sarcasm* See what ya did? Now I'm dead. Yeesh, people... Yes, obviously they'll have more scenes. They're married so obviously they will be Destiel scenes. This is after all a Destiel fic and a Sterek fic. It's a Sterstiel fic. Kinda.

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Stiles spotted Isaac as they walked back and started the trek to the guy. The case of the disappearing flowers was really pissing him off and if he was just being a dick about the cemetery cleaning up, he wanted to know. "Isaac! Hey! Hey, Isaac! Hold up a second, man!" Stiles' calls finally reached Isaac's ears. The other teen scanned the area, features relaxing slightly when he found Stiles making his way across what of the graveyard was between them. Stiles closed the last 20 or so feet and gave him a nod.

"Hey uh- Stiles... Right? What's up?" Stiles gave a nod and gave his best wondering voice.

"Hey, You don't pick up old flowers or anything, right?"

"Um, no I never do, unless their like rotting and my dad told me to. But I can count on one hand the number of times that has happened. They usually just dry up. I can't see my dad doing that, but I wouldn't really know-" Isaac's dad clapped a hand onto Isaac's shoulder, surprising both of them. Stiles definitely noticed the way Isaac jumped. He tried not to glare or at the very least not sneer at the man. Isaac reacted to his father's harsh pat as Scott had sometimes when they were young and his father would yell. Isaac seemed like a sensitive kid, but Stiles knew he didn't like Isaac's father, even having only observed his mannerisms on a few occasions. When he wasn't face to face with someone, he had a deep hateful mean sneer, and when he was face to face with you, he was just a seven layered dip of 'fake asshole'.

"I'm sure you wouldn't, son. Who's this, friend of yours?" The man asked, sickly sweet smile. Isaac mouth kind of stuttered for a few seconds, so Stiles spoke up, trying to keep his detest out of his throat as much as possible.

"Yeah, kinda; we're on the lacrosse team together." If voices could hold glares, Stiles' did. And then his eyes did, noticing Mr. Lahey look him up and down skeptically.

"Uh-huh, and what can we do for ya, son?" Stiles straightened up a bit, momentarily unable to hide his upset.

"Don't call me son." Stiles replied firm and quick. Not an angry bite but not leaving room for opposition. He added after a moment to enjoy the pissed look on the man's face, still firm. "Please." I'd like to see you try to hit me, you arrogant coward. Stiles gave a calm breath. "I was asking if you guys have started to pick up old flowers. Twice now the flowers I've left for my parents have gone missing. It's not a problem, I was just wondering if it was just a grounds keeping thing." The anger on the old man's face calmed when he said 'parents', and he just shook his head, but didn't raise his smile or give his cheery voice again.

"No, sorry. We'll be sure to contact you if we notice any suspicious activity."

"Right, thanks, Bye..." Stiles gave Isaac's arm a soft nudge. "See you at school, Isaac."

"Sorry about your dad, by the way... Hope you're doing okay." Mr. Lahey offered as Stiles moved to walk off. Stiles turned to give a small look to the man.

"Oh, don't worry about me. Still have a lot of my dad's old coworkers as friends... to help me through it." Stiles' point seemed to get across, because the man looked shaken, and for the first time Stiles had ever seen Lahey was gentle, not at all harsh, with his son. He gave his son a soft pat as if he'd never see him again, his voice a soft rumble, as if Stiles had made a direct threat on their lives.

"Isaac, go back to the counter for me..." Isaac was startled and momentarily shaken, trying to figure out if he should be scared (of his father Stiles noted mentally) but decided to just nod and run off to the small hut/shack/cabin/whatever off the gate of the cemetery, as he was told. Stiles gave a look that said 'Yeah, maybe you should think about how much you care about having him the next time you think about treating him like shit...' Stiles didn't realize how fast his pulse was until he was clutching the fabric of Scott's hoodie as Lahey watched them walked off. Of course Scott was too dense to see what was happening, but Stiles knew Sam knew as well as he when Sam put a large hand on his back, on his shoulder blade. It was more protective than anything; Sam didn't rush Stiles (who was dragging Scott, who was trying to walk at a casual pace), and he looked over his shoulder to make sure Lahey was staying where he was. They were both calmed down by the time they got back to the fence by the store. Stiles hurried ahead to duck inside and get his new plant. When he hopped into the car an interesting question popped into Sam's head.

"Hey, Stiles? What's your shop owner friend's name?" Stiles face didn't give any hint of knowing when he said:

"Mors." Sam nodded, casually.

"That's an interesting name..." Stiles nodded. "What's it mean?" Stiles shrugged now.

"It's Norwegian for 'mother'. He said it's a family name." Sam just nodded, swallowing his snickering.

Once they'd gotten to the ice cream place, it was cloudy so Stiles just left the plant on his seat so it would get the softened sunlight. But of course by the time they'd ordered and got to a booth, the sun was out and harsh. Stiles gave a sigh. "I'm gonna go move that before it burns to death, I'll be back." Stiles licked the ice cream that had started to melt as soon as it had been scooped. But God was it worth it. He continued until he got to the car and made quick work of moving it to the shaded backseat. Once he'd closed his door he turned back to the ice cream parlor, while taking a lick of the ice cream only to hit his nose with it in shock, which made the man leaning against the wall beside the front door smile.

He gave a little wave. Stiles just wiped his nose while trying to simultaneously hide his blush.

"Did you follow us here?!"

Derek gave a nonchalant shrug, still smiling. He checked out Stiles shortly, smile turning into a smirk. Stiles could have died, right there.

"So, first you ignore my texts and now you're stalking me. Has anyone ever told you you're bipolar?"

Derek made a thinking look, as if actually going over all the things people had called him. It surprised Stiles a little when he talked, but Stiles gave a hard swallow at the rich soft timbre of his voice, like velvet.

"My third grade teacher..." Stiles tried to think about how that could possibly come up but shook his head, realizing he didn't care enough about knowing the context as much as he was sure it would fuck his mind. He walked forward, but stopped just short of arms reach and leaned back to lean against the hood of the car.

"You know, stalking your underage potential chew toy to a family ice cream outing isn't really a prime example of a good idea when werewolf hunters are trying to track you down... It's also a bit creepy." Derek took the final step to allow them to share personal space, and Stiles didn't really mind looking up at him so they could be that close. Derek still smirked, looking at Stiles as if prey. In a playful way.

"I'm hurt that you think we aren't to 'chew toy' status yet." Stiles smiled bashfully.

"This early? You'd have to get a bottle of Jack into me first..." Derek laughed softly, letting his teeth show a bit.

"Well, I do kind of owe you one, but seeing as you're underage, as you mentioned..." Stiles laughed the same way.

"Uh-huh, that would be very... impish of you..." Stiles glanced through the glass door to Sam, who was watching them cautiously. "You should come in... I'm sure Sam would love to meet the infamous guy crawling through my window at night. Tell me, is it less awkward if my foster uncle threatens you first, or should we just give Dean the honor?" Derek looked to Sam and lost his smile for a second before smirking back at Stiles.

"As great as that agonizing torture sounds," He tapped Stiles' knee with a finger. "I actually showed my face to tell you I'm going to be busy for the rest of the day. I'll try to text you tomorrow, at some point. Maybe I could come by...?" Stiles shook his head.

"Scott is staying the weekend, and we always sleep together." Derek quirked an eyebrow at that.

"Should I be jealous?" Stiles gave an amorous smirk at that.

"Oh, god, yes... That'd be even hotter than the stalking thing..." Derek caught that Scott was watching and gave a smirk. He leaned in and gifted Stiles with a small peck, only half on the mouth, more on the corner. When Stiles opened his eyes again, Derek was gone. He sighed at the inevitable loss of that sexy feeling as he slurped the melted ice cream that was about to run down his cone before going back in. If there was a spring in his step he'd never admit it. He sat down only for Scott to give him a hard shove that would've made him slip off the seat of the leather booth, if Scott hadn't quickly grabbed his arm.

"Crap, sorry..." he muttered before just shoving him again once he'd gotten back into his seat, although not as hard. "What wrong with you?!" Stiles rubbed his shoulder and growled back in a whisper.

"Virginity, Scott, that is what's wrong with me; which I am trying to remedy, much to your apparent girlfriend having disapproval!" Scott gave a bit of a puppy face as he argued back.

"But- he- You said yourself he's creepy!" Scott whined, knowing he can't give any other reasons in front of Sam.

"I said the stalking me thing was creepy, which I also said was hot." Sam just covered his face with his hand as a woman moved her children to put a booth between them. "And I'd like to point out, it's not half as creepy as you eavesdropping on me flirting!" Scott scoffed.

"If that's flirting I'd hate to know your idea of a date!"

"We'll it wouldn't be ditching him in the middle of a party!" Scott gaped at Stiles.

"You're such a bitch!" He hissed under his breath.

"And you're a jerk." Stiles bit back. Scott glared at him.

"Yeah, well, you're a dick." Scott muttered and went back to picking at his small sundae.

"And you're an asshole. That's why we work best together." Stiles smirked as Scott tried to laugh silently. Even Sam gave a snicker.

"You guys realize you're in an ice cream parlor... with children." Stiles nodded.

"That's why Scott keeps whispering like an idiot. Children have ears too Scott." Scott glared and shoved Stiles again.

"Shut up and eat your ice cream..." Stiles snickered.

"So, that's the guy?" Stiles nodded at Sam's question.

"I told him to come say hi, but it's a bit soon for you guys to start threatening him." Sam quirked an eyebrow.

"Why do you think I would've threatened him?" Stiles rolled his eyes.

"Oh, your nod may have said 'hi buddy' but the glare in your eye said 'try anything and I will kill you'." Sam scoffed lightly.

"Okay, but I wouldn't have threatened to kill him or anything..." Stiles nodded eating his ice cream.

"I'm sure, that seems more like Dean's thing." Stiles took another big lick of his ice cream. "But he said he was busy anyway. It's a shame." Once they'd all finished eating, they made the awkward walk to the car. The drive home was fairly comfortable.

"I don't know why I have to sit back here with your stupid, creepy plant..." Stiles rolled his eyes.

"Is the nightshade making you uncomfortable Scotty?" Scott huffed, sitting pressed to the door.

"No..." Stiles nodded.

"Right, then stop brooding. It's not going to bite you." Scott glared at the plant.

"You don't know that for sure. He said it's supposed to ward off werewolves."

"He said it'd ward off, OR calm, aggressive werewolves. We don't even know if it'll work for that. Do you plan on being aggressive?" Scott shook his head. "Then don't worry about her, okay?"

"Her? What, are you going to name it too?"

"Her name is Lydie." Scott rolled his eyes.

"Why? You like Derek now."

"Because she's beautiful and perfect and awesome just like Lydia. And liking Derek doesn't make me dead. Lydia is my pedestal girl. Perfect in every way and way out of my league." Scott gave him a look. "Not that Derek isn't out of my league, or perfect... He's just interested in me. Thus the difference..." Sam smiled, happy that somehow the Winchesters were semi-normal for once.