Suzululu: (By the way you can all thank her for the pretty fricking early update as she was really my only motivation seeing as NO ONE ELSE COULD BOTHER TO REVIEW...) AND DAMN DID YOU REVIEW. THANK YOU FOR THAT. FULL RESPONSE AFTER THE STUFF! BTW, I read enough of your bio enough to see what you ship when it comes to TW (because I was bored), and I think you'll like the chapter after next, because it hints at something fun. :):):)
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Dean took a few minutes to take stock of the trunk before they left to drop Stiles off, and to swing by the address Chris had given them for the old Hale residence. They found the Hales were likely a bit more than they seemed, and with a call to the more local hunter, he confirmed the Hales had been the largest pack on the West Coast. While, according to Chris, he had just been being introduced to hunting around that time and thus didn't have much if anything to do with communications with "peaceful packs" in the area, he had heard many the whispered words about the pack, and after the unfortunate fire, about the Hale family. All Chris had heard about the fire through the many grapevines he had access to, the fire was rumored at the time to be the work of a rival pack envious of the Hales' stronghold in Beacon Hills. While their fellow Hunter expressed sympathy for the victims, when they brought up the survivors, he encouraged their suspicious, bringing up all on his own that many at the time, both hunter and supernatural, expressed wonder over the convenience of Derek Hale's absence at the time of the fire. While they weren't about to assume the poor kid had too much to do with it, they admitted it was sketchy, and Chris seemed to feel the same, though going a step further to say. "My hope for peace with monsters died with that family." Yeah... Chris... Chris was a real' chipper guy. Dean popped the few beers into the cooler they kept in the trunk and closed it, securing the lock and brushing a bit of dirt off his baby. He returned from the garage just as Sam and Stiles made their way down stairs, and he slunk over to Cas where he was laying on the couch. He started at his husband's temple and kissed his way down to his neck.

"Hey" He quipped, nuzzling the angel, who groaned in return.

"Hey..." Cas responded exhaustedly.

"We're heading out. You good?" Cas squinted up at him, before sighing and giving a nod.

"I suppose it would be a waste of time to ask you to behave yourself." Dean smirked, ducking down to give one more kiss.

"When have I ever not behaved myself?" Cas raised his eyebrows. "Okay, fair enough, we'll try." Cas nodded.

"Just don't get arrested. Or cause us to have to move, change our names, or change your facial features. Crowley went through a lot to make US law enforcement forget we exist, and he has barely stopped complaining." Dean laughed and nodded, ignoring Crowley as he started muttering in the far chair.

"Alright, Babe, love you."

"Love you too." Cas grumbled, rolling over as the three of them meandered out to the garage, and Stiles struggled between his things and his phone.

"Yeah, I'm heading out right now.- Yes. - Yes, I get it.- Oh my god, I'LL BE FINE. WILL YOU PLEASE CHILL? - Scott, I'm going to be with Allison and Lydia all night, everything's going to be fine. - Oh my god, really? Really Scott? You aren't going to trust me? - Apology accepted. - Kay, I'll talk to you later okay? - Yes, I'll tell her you said hi. - Got it. Bye." Stiles only hung up as they were pulling out of the garage and onto the dirt and gravel driveway.

"Hey, Dean, thanks again for letting me go over to Allison's." Stiles offered sweetly. Dean cocked an eyebrow at Stiles in the rearview mirror.

"Hey, no problem. Probably safer there than in your own room apparently... Seeing as Chris sure as hell isn't going to hesitate to shoot the bastard- I mean Derek." Stiles turned wide eyes to the window, not wanting to even get close to making eye contact.

"Of course we're still not over that..." Dean shook his head.

"We aren't talking about it." Stiles shuttered at the thought.

"You brought it up." Dean nodded.

"And I'm deciding we're gonna drop it again." Dean grimaced. "Still grossed out." Stiles rolled his eyes.

"Oh, please! Like it was any worse than having to watch you and Cas constantly maul each other. You two are like a living erotic novel, I swear." Sam smirked, not wanting to interrupt to point out how right Stiles was. "I mean, don't get me wrong, you guys are hot and adorable and I'm happy for ya, but it is awkward." Dean glared dully at the mirror.

"Not as awkward as walking in on my adopted child making out with some guy ten years older than him." Stiles nodded.

"I'll give you that." Dean nodded back as they drove through town.

"Damn right you will. I still can't believe you talked me into letting you get away with that." Stiles shrugged.

"Well, you did say I could see him and even that he could sneak in, you just said you'd shoot him if he didn't flee the property." They turned up the road towards the Argents' house.

"Yes, I remember your sweaty, stuttered lecture on why I shouldn't nail your window shut." Sam raised an eyebrow at that. Stiles smiled proudly.

"I even argued it was a fire hazard. It was pretty good for having not had a lot of blood flow to my brain." Sam laughed, undoing his seatbelt as they pulled onto the paved driveway.

"I've never been prouder." Sam said, looking back at Stiles, to insure the boy knew he was only partly joking. They shared a smile before following Dean out of the car and up to the house. The elder Winchester knocked before Sam and Stiles were even to the door, giving a whistle.

"Delivery, anybody home?!" It wasn't too long before the door was being opened, the salt and pepper haired man grinning at them.

"Winchester, almost worried you'd developed some class." Chris laughed, welcoming the three in, pulling the blonde in for a hug. Dean's grin was almost as big, as he sighed happily.

"Ah, you handsome son of a bitch, how the hell ya been? Haven't seen you in... what?" Chris gave a sigh himself.

"Damn near ten- eleven years I wanna say. You were working that haunt in Oregon, or just finishing up judging by how beat up you'd been." Dean nodded, smile going nostalgic.

"Seriously, how ya been? Family life treating you well?" Chris shrugged, but nodded as well.

"Not getting as much excitement these days, but still about as much as I'm looking for. What about you? Am I to understand the infamous Dean Winchester actually got hitched?" Dean went back to grinning.

"Yeah, been together a couple years now, married spring before last. Crazy about him." Chris gave a soft smile, and Sam found himself wondering how well the two actually knew each other.

"He sounds very special... and lucky." The two drew back a bit, letting the reunion die down. "Not only married, a whole family, huh? You must be Stiles." Stiles nodded giving a smile.

"Nice to meet you Mr. Argent." Not a second later had the girls made their way down the stairs to greet their guests, and Dean tried not to give any indication he was impressed.

"Hey, Stiles." A young brunette welcomed. The redhead though, pulled at Stiles' clothes.

"Do you always dress like this?" Stiles was understandably caught off guard.

"When wearing clothes, generally, yeah? Why?" The girl shrugged, though not seeming terribly displeased. She turned her attention to Sam and Dean, and it was their turn to be taken aback. Had a 16 year old really just checked them out?

"Stiles, introduce your friends." She drawled. Stiles raised an eyebrow.

"This is my foster dad- or one of my foster dads- Dean, and his brother Sam..." He pointed indicatively. "They know Allison's dad, so they figured they'd give me a ride, drop in." Dean nodded. So this was the infamous Lydia. The enthusiasm on her face died down a bit.

"Oh. Well, like father like son I suppose, hm?" She said smiling back at Stiles. Stiles gave a bit of a nervous chuckle. Dean nodded, mind being set back on task.

"Right, well you ladies keep him outta trouble for us, kay?" Lydia turned her eyes back onto Dean and smiled.

"Of course, Dean. You guys have a great night, we'll take good care of Stiles." With that she started pulling the young man towards the stairs. "I think we're gonna look at some clothes online for you." Stiles almost sounded offended.

"What's wrong with my clothes?" Lydia looked back and shrugged again, the same look of mild disagreement on her face.

"Not too much..." the two quietly bickered about that as the three of them fled up the stairs. Dean smiled to Christopher one last time.

"Thanks for taking him off our hands. Sure you won't come?" Chris shook his head, grinning.

"And leave Dean Winchester's son more or less alone with my daughter? You're delusional." He gave them a nod as they turned to leave. "Let me know how it goes..." He said, seeming unsure but serious. Dean waved once they were finally pulling out of the driveway. Sam only shifted his eyes to Dean once they were down the road, on their way across town.

"You two seem close..." Dean glanced over, quick to return his eyes to the road.

"Not really." Sam just shrugged.

"Well, you don't hug a lot of people... and it's not like he's a family friend or anything..." Dean huffed.

"Yeah, well... we've worked a few jobs, saved my ass a few too many times. You've got a problem with it, speak up." Sam was quick to shake his head.

"We've definitely established I have absolutely no problem with... anything." Dean sighed as trees started to surround them as they drove up the road.

"I'm only saying it once: drop it, Sammy. It's been a decade since I even saw the guy, we're not digging up a dead horse." Sam rolled his eyes, but nodded.

"Fine, be that way then..." Sam watched the forest around them as if it was out to get them once Dean turned onto the dirt trail that supposedly led to where they were trying to get to. Soon enough they did indeed roll up beside the burnt up house from the news papers, although now it was slightly more decayed from age, despite the surprising lack of vandalism. Sam waited for Dean to cut the engine and exit the car before following. They looked around the property from where they stood by the car, thinking the same thing, searching for movement in the woods before turning their gaze to the house. "Think he's here?" Dean shook his head, eyes still searching the house for signs of life as he followed Sam to the back end of the Impala.

"Nah... He'd come on out if he was... Besides, you can't tell me a rich 20-something isn't gonna have some kinda transportation, even if he is a werewolf... " He scoffed leaning against his Baby. "Hell, Garth's got a mini-van." Sam rolled his eyes.

"Garth's got three kids, Dean." The blond just huffed.

"Yeah, well, wouldn't catch me dead with one..." Sam shook his head.

"Where do you think he is?" Dean shrugged.

"Who knows." After a few minutes, Sam sighed.

"Are you sure Stiles said he was staying here?"

"Pretty sure."

"How sure is pretty sure?" Dean rolled his own eyes now.

"Pretty damn sure..." Sam groaned internally.

"I'm just saying-" Dean cut him off.

"Shhh." Sam gaped at his brother.

"Will you grow uh-" Dean put a finger to his lips, then pointing to his ears.

"Car coming..." Sam took a breath, giving a listen... Dean was right. He could hear a engine roaring up the old forest path. He shot Dean a look and a nod. Dean popped the trunk and Sam pulled the cooler forward, tossing Dean one of the beers. Once Sam got his own, Dean lowered the trunk, just slightly leaving it ajar. Sam chose not to twist the top off his beer until the black Camaro pulled up in front of them and purred to a rest. Dean took the initiative to take out a third bottle as Derek cautiously got out of his car, though trying to be casual as he came up to his own headlights. "Hey, kid. Have a beer." Derek caught the beer with ease, but looked between it and them with a distrust that upset Sam's stomach a bit. Dean just shook his head. "If I wanted you dead, I'd just shoot you. It's safe." Derek studied the beer for a second before glancing back up at them.

"And you're showing up at my house for a surprise happy hour because?" Dean gave his most unconvincing innocent act.

"What? I can't come by to have a little chat with my son's boyfriend?" Derek raised both eyebrows in mock surprise.

"I'm touched. I was under the impression you disliked me." Dean pursed his lips shaking his head.

"No, not at all... As far as we can tell you've helped Scott and Stiles out of a fair bit of trouble." Sam shrugged, impersonal but unintimidating.

"Or you've caused a lot of it." Dean gave a side nod agreeing with Sam. Derek looked away, seeming hurt, maybe even betrayed. When he looked back his face didn't feign friendliness.

"What, Scott rat me out?" Sam could see the young man's eyes narrow in familiar pain at the idea that played through his mind. "Or was it Stiles?" While Sam could understand the pain of worrying a loved one betrayed you, he couldn't help but be pissed that Derek would presume that of Stiles, who likely wouldn't have given Derek up no matter what the cost. While he kept his tone soft enough, his eyes couldn't help but glare at least for a second.

"They didn't say a thing... We figured it out on our own." Dean smirked.

"As if it was difficult." Dean gave a wave of his hand. "Look, We're not looking to be dicks. We don't wanna start anything just 'cause you're a werewolf." Derek rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, I'm sure..." Dean raised his eyebrows at Derek's disbelief.

"Hey, one of our best friends is a 'wolf. If I haven't shot you for yesterday, safe bet I'm not gonna shoot you for something as stupid as that." Dean shrugged. "We'll even be respectful and be up front about it: all we wanna know is if you were the one who bit Scott..." Derek sighed, twisting the top off the beer.

"No. I'm not an alpha. Typically only an alpha can turn someone." Sam nodded.

"Scott said the one who turned him had red eyes... Would you mind telling us what color eyes you have when you turn?" Derek paused. He took a swig of the beer before closing his eyes. He let them flare and opened them. The hunters could admit they almost jumped. Dean nodded first some part of him relieved.

"Good. Glad that's settled." Dean nodded, but cocked his head. "I hate to tell ya, but I did lie a bit. There- There is something else. Obviously." Derek steeled his shoulders, looking solely at Dean, ready to hear what he was going to say, and Sam decided to stay out of it. This wasn't his business strictly speaking, and he didn't want to intervene if he didn't have to. "To be honest, I don't want you anywhere near Stiles." Derek seemed to be actively trying not to glare.

"And that has nothing to do with me being a werewolf?" Dean nodded.

"I think that you being a werewolf is going to put him in danger and trouble I don't want him in... Don't act like I'm being irrational, because we both know that's bull. We have enough to worry about with Scott." Sam could see Derek was biting his cheek trying not to say anything. "And there are other reasons too. I'm aware Stiles is a rebellious kid, and he's gonna do what he wants, and young love, blah blah blah. I get it, I do. And I get it if you wanna refuse to dump him, wanna tell me to go fuck myself... But I'll tell you right now, if you want to stay with him, he will be your responsibility. And if you let him get hurt, or if he gets hurt because of you... I will very literally put you through hell, and I will not bat an eyelash. And you're still welcome to come over Sunday. But if you do, you'll be accepting that responsibility." Derek seemed to relax only slightly, a whole different tension taking him over. "Am I understood?" Derek met Dean's eyes and gave a slow steady nod.

"I understand..." Dean nodded once more, giving a sigh.

"Good..." Dean took a sip of his beer, and Derek and Sam copied in turn. Dean gestured behind Derek. "Beautiful ride." Derek glanced to his car.

"Thanks. I like the classic look they've kept with the Camaro in the recent models..." He looked back and gestured to Baby.

"But talk about a beauty. '67, Impala's best year." Dean just grinned, petting the smooth black paint he laid with his own hands.

"Ah, hell yeah." Dean looked back, genuine smile as he waxed about his car. "I've rebuilt her more times than I can count..." Derek nodded.

"Must be tough finding her parts."

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Suzululu (full reply):

1- Haha... Ha... I tried to answer this in this chapter! I got ideas from a lot of your reviews actually.
2- THANKS FOR REMINDING ME I HAVE TO INTRODUCE HIM AT SOME POINT.
3-HA HA ^
4- You're awesome. Thank you for this comment. Just really really thank you.
5-! STILES IS NOT THE FIRST TO TALK CAR WITH DEAN, I HAVE SINNED.
6-I go by chapter now, so at least I won't lose too much.
7- See what happens when you don't threat the cute boys with death Derek? Miracles.
8- IT'S GOING DOWN.
10- Ha, same.
11- Poor uncle Sam.
12- Yes. We all know he would.
13- IS THIS ASKING IF THEY'RE GOING TO BECOME BBFF (BEST BI FRIENDS FOREVER)? BECAUSE YES.
14-16: Yes.
17- YOU HAVE NO IDEA!
18- OMG YES DEREK IS SUCH A CAT IN THAT CHAPTER AND ALWAYS IT'S INSANE.
19- He's still in denial, a little, but he realizes. AND YES!
21- "Derek is way worse than the devil, dude. At least the Devil is nice." Damn Scott. Damn. Dean and Scott are adorbs. Literally their options are wincest or selfcest.
23- Derek could take Argent. He knows he's fucked with these two.
24-Sadly Allison will not be best friends with Stiles. At least not as much as Lydia. They will bond over having to deal with Lydia though.
25- Adrian is not 100% a terrible human being, and he's probably the closest teacher to Stiles, after coach.
27- According to the show runners, yes technically. But I maintain the belief it would still work if you just had a shitload and laid it around something, rather than just doing the magic bullshit. And yes, Derek realizes he has to chill if he's going to have a life.