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Derek heard shots as he approached the house. They were slow, calm, and practicing, but he still stopped to listen. It sounded like hard rubber hitting trees, then a frustrated growl. Stiles. He really hoped that wasn't because of him, but he keep walking up the drive way through the woods. Then he head another commotion, although he could vaugely see this one. One man, Stiles foster father Dean, was throwing out another man, who looked to match Dean's general description, besides his bright blond hair. Dean was angry and yelling and that almost made him turn back.
"Come in this house again, and I will holy oil flambe your ass so fast your head will spin!" With that he slammed the door, and the man sat on the door step with a huff. Derek knew that he should leave, tell Stiles something came up, but he was never very smart. He walked to the walk way up to the house, cringing at his own bad judgement. The man looked up at him dully, as if his presence bored him more than loneliness.
"You're the shady boyfriend?" Derek shifted slightly.
"In relation to Stiles?" The man rolled his eyes. Derek could tell he wasn't human, far from it. His presence shook Derek's very existence. But he couldn't pin down what he was.
"No, in relation to Cuddle Bear there. Yes, to the brat." Derek bristled at that but could tell the term was used in fondness.
"I guess that's a term you could use to describe it. Although, we aren't dating." Derek mused trying to think of the right word.
"But you're trying to get in his pants." Derek shifted uncomfortably at the brass statement.
"That's not my sole intention. If we get to that point, I'll be glad, but that will only be when and if Stiles is ready." The man rolled his eyes again and waved Derek off.
"A yes would've sufficed. Good luck, Daddy Dearest is in a mood." Derek looked from the door to the guy.
"Okay then." He walked to the door and knocked. He could hear the steps approaching the door, so he wasn't surprised when it was swung open. Dean exasperatedly looked down at his shoes, giving a sigh. He looked back up to Derek, displeased.
"What the hell are you doing here now?" Derek gave what he hoped was an innocent look.
"Stiles texted and said he wanted to see me, so..." Derek shrugged realizing how pathetic he was and not really caring. "Here I am." Dean turned without a sigh to call to the back door that had just opened and closed.
"Stiles!" Dean called, annoyed.
"Yeah?" Stiles called back, distracted and a bit winded, and the voice had Derek fighting off the smallest smile.
"Front and center, now." Stiles came around the corner, muttering asking what Dean's problem was, before seeing him and walking hurriedly, only to stumble around a chair that was barely in the way. "Oh, god. Get a grip before I puke." Stiles gave Dean a look.
"What crawled up and died Dean?" Stiles whispered. Dean just glared at the man on the doorstep, then pointed to Derek.
"He doesn't go anywhere but the living room. And if he tries anything consequence one goes into effect. You understand me?" Stiles rolled his eyes and sighed.
"In the living room?" Dean let out a growling sigh.
"Anywhere in my house, I just don't want anyone screwing my family in my house!" Stiles and Derek stared as Dean stormed off.
"He seems fairly homicidal right now." Stiles gave what Derek would say was a giggle.
"Yeah, kinda. Really, really a bad time." Stiles said bringing Derek into the living room. Derek just angled his head in confusion.
"Why'd you tell me to come over then?" Stiles copied the movement.
"What do you mean? I told you, Scott's over, I mean showing up at my door was sweet, but-" Speak of the devil, Scott came skipping down the stairs.
"Heeey Dereeek." He said in a singsong way tossing Stiles his phone. "What are you doing here?" It wasn't a real question. A stage question at most. Stiles rolled his eyes and whacked his friend with a Gibbs-slap. He gave a light growl, but Derek growling quietly back made him stop. Stiles hadn't heard Derek but had heard Scott's plenty well.
"Don't you growl at me the hell? Why would you make him come of his way like that?" Scott smirked as he heard the back door open and close and pointed to the entry just in time for Dean to come in, a little less peeved.
"Stiles, something to keep in mind, always pick up your silvers if it's safe." Dean jingled the bullets in hand. "Hard to find enough for the jackets sometimes, picking them up saves a bit of material." Stiles nodded at Dean, not noticing Scott's point, even though Derek was looking horribly uncomfortable. Dean then went to the basement and closed the door.
"That's why." Stiles raised an eyebrow.
"I hate to tell you Scott, but Derek has already met Dean in the most intimidating way possible." Derek shifted a bit closer to Stiles. He didn't want to run off, but he really didn't want to be around sketchy hunters. He'd had his suspicions, but this was Scott's point. To bring to Derek's attention that these people were hunters, and that he should be running for the hills.
"Yeah, but I don't think it's been made obvious that he's a hunter yet. Something you should keep in mind in case you think in any way that you'll hurt Stiles and get away with it." Now Derek growled. "And I observe neuterings on a regular basis."
"You think just because I can't throw you through the wall right now, that you should run your mouth? You really think that's a good idea?" Derek bit, glaring to instill a bit of needed fear, that had Scott giving a gulp. Derek reeled back, giving a smile as Stiles grabbed his arm, but Stiles had a worried look.
"Hey, look, I know that sounds bad, but Dean and Sam aren't like those guys from the woods... They're fine with Scott, I'm sure they'd be fine with you, I just... If I told him, he'd just have said I couldn't see you, and have gone and threatened you." Derek peaked at the basement door, listening for Dean, before ducking down and kissing Stiles, honestly a bit longer than he'd planned it.
"Shuttup, Stiles. It was a good call. If he finds out fine, but I don't like telling people about me anyway. Especially not hunters." He paused a second. "You said Sam and Dean. Winchester?" Stiles nodded.
"Yeah. Why? Have you heard of them?" Derek sighed with sudden stress.
"Yeah, they're... pretty famous. They're basically a household name in the wolf world. 'Don't get in trouble, don't get caught in the public eye, don't draw attention, or...' Yeah." Derek really wanted to just run out now. Say good night and never go to the house again, but he would stay as long as Stiles' warmth radiated off him and caressed Derek's side.
"Wait, so they're you're guys' boogeyman? Your, well, Krampus?" Derek nodded, trying to think of anything but Stiles' lips and his own nerves. "Well- Hey." Stiles touched his cheek to make Derek look at him, and he felt like his face was burning. "The only way he's gonna hurt you is if you try feeling me up, so don't worry about it. Okay?" Derek took a half step away, not wanting to seem vulnerable in front of Scott, but he then ducked back to steal another kiss from Stiles. He meant for it to be a goodnight kiss, but then Stiles pulled him closer by his jacket, and Scott made a griping noise they both ignored. They only parted a couple seconds later because Sam came trotting down the stairs.
"Uh, hey. You're Derek." Sam said, as if it was a greeting, Derek just nodded awkwardly. Sam then looked to Stiles. "Dean know-?"
"Yep. Luc is on the porch. I won't tell Dean." Sam pointed at Stiles as if a thank you was meant by it and he went out the front door. Derek leaned in again to kiss Stiles, but this time he made himself lean away after a moment. He tried to step back but Stiles grip was firm on his jacket, and he gave this little whine that made his wolf want to stop it. And he would've had to, if he hadn't heard calm footsteps going towards the stairs, and then coming down.
"Stiles, someone is coming..." A gruff looking man, whose age Derek couldn't really tell, spoke with a smile, down the stairs before Stiles could let him pull away. The small man had a similar energy to the guy on the porch, but didn't rattle him nearly as much, and Derek didn't know if he was just feeling things, still able to feel pressure from the man outside.
"Someone can hear you just fine." Stiles let go of Derek to hug whoever this was, and he'd be lying if he said it didn't make him damn jealous. Stiles looked between them, starting to speak once he pulled away.
"Cas, this is Derek. Derek, this is my... other foster dad Cas." Derek gave the sweetest smile he could, trying not to look at all like a big bad wolf. "He has insanely good hearing, and he's awesome." Cas put out his hand and Derek took it, careful not to squeeze, since the guy seemed kind of, well, dainty, but the smaller man had a grip that actually hurt a bit.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Winchester." The man shook his head, with a smile.
"Although I do love getting called that, it's just Cas." Cas looked in the direction Dean had gone off in and then looked back with a smile. "I hope Dean wasn't too rancorous. There was an incident that put him in a mood. I'm sure you were the last person he wanted to see." Derek honestly didn't know how to take that. Stiles didn't seem shocked or outraged. He just sighed.
"Cas, one of those thing that you don't mean to be offensive but comes out a bit offensive." Cas actually seemed alarmed that this might in anyway be offensive.
"Oh. I'm terribly sorry. I did not mean to offend you." The man laughed a bit nervously. "If it helps I once called Sam an abomination, and didn't mean offense by it."
"Why would you call Sam an abomination?" Stiles asked, a bit weirded out.
"Well, it has to do with Mercury." Stiles paused a second before leaning into Derek's side.
"I'm sorry, what were we talking about?" Derek gave Scott a confused look, but Cas just went on changing the subject.
"Derek, would you like to come over for brunch next weekend?" Derek had no idea how to answer. He didn't want to offend, but that really wasn't his thing, and he had more imp- Stiles just pinched him... He quickly turned to Stiles. who just made a hand motion he'd never seen used, which he could only describe as conveying 'Ignore that I just pinched your ass and answer the question already.'
"Um, thank you so much for the offer, Cas, but Dean doesn't seem to like me very much, and I'd hate to intrude." Cas shook his head at the idea.
"Dean's worries will be sated within the week, I'm sure." Derek nodded, seeing no way to turn the offer down at this point. How was this happening to him?
"Alright, sounds... fun." The Basement door opened with a creak and Dean cried out.
"Damn it, Scott, keep an eye on your friggin' rabbit!" Derek could hear the rabbit whine quietly, almost sounding like guinea pig noises, as Dean scooted the rabbit away with his foot. Derek didn't know whether to 'aw', laugh, or feel bad for the rabbit, seeing it was just interested in the man. "Oh come on! Damn it..." Dean muttered to himself before picking it up and holding it at arms length and coming to plop it in Scott's arms. Dean gave a sneeze and took a breath. "Hate rabbits." Derek shifted closer to Stiles for comfort, snaking an arm around his waist to rest his hand on the other side. Cas poked the hunter's side, and Derek bit the inside of his cheek, wondering how this obviously inhuman person could be so comfortable with such a intimidating hunter. The man gave a laugh, grating Derek's shaky nerves.
"Dean, stop, it just likes you." The hunter scoffed.
"Yeah, everything that likes me tries to make me fall down a staircase. Man how I've been misreading that..." Despite the man's dissatisfied rant, Derek watched the man probe the rabbit's fur with a finger, petting the nibbling rabbit reluctantly. Scott held the rabbit, cooing at it, and it started purring. Derek leaned in to whisper to Stiles.
"Why does Scott have a rabbit?" Stiles leaned into Derek more, a small smirk on his lips, but he answered seriously.
"Unlce Luc gave it too him so he'd stop being nice because it made him not want to kill him." Derek furrowed his brow, giving a confused look. But a whistle interrupted.
"Hey, Frisky McUnderage. Put some space between you and Harley Boy, or I'll turn the hose on you both." Derek turned his attention back to Dean, standing straight again. Derek wanted to correct Dean on his vehicle preference, but Stiles rolled his eyes, responding instead.
"Hey, Sticky-fingers McArrestRecord, you get those handcuffs you and Cas've got legally?" Dean and Stiles stared each other down, with no end in sight. That is until Cas spoke up.
"Dean, Derek will be having brunch with us next Saturday." Derek had never seen such a look of horror and "what did you just say?" on someone's face.
"What was that?" Dean said, acting as if he hadn't heard what he obviously had. Cas cleared his throat before enunciating, as if playing along.
"Derek. Will be. Joining us. Next Saturday. For. Brunch." Cas smiled, but Dean looked... Derek really could not describe it.
"Cas, may I talk to you in the kitchen real quick?" Cas just kept the same smile and said firmly.
"No." Dean rolled his eyes and pulled Cas aside.
"You're really going to make plans with this kid for next week? What if we don't don't want him here by the end of this week?" He whispered, and Derek heard and managed not to be offended. Cas straightened the front of Dean's shirt before whispering back.
"If that's the case, I trust you and Sam to make sure he doesn't come anywhere near this family for the remainder of his life, let alone next weekend." There was only so much he could take. Derek kissed Stiles' temple and was gone before the Winchesters turned back.