Cassie: Aaaaaah, Cass, why must you hurt my feelings~? I'm kidding, that's about what I expected. I'm glad you enjoyed it.
Jaden: Aaaah, to spoil or not to spoil?! Well technically it's not spoiling, so it IS canon that Kate committed the arson, and I did say this is canon compliant, so~~~ but you'll see! All I have to say otherwise is, Kate's Chris' SISTER, definitely not his daughter. Allison is Chris' only daughter. And we have started from the beginning, so technically you can read without watching TW, but the first couple seasons are pretty good, and help with story comprehension, so if you wanted to watch, I'd support such a decision.
Weener: INDEED! Granted he thinks he murdered his whole family, but STILL CHRIS, CHILL. On the Cas note, given what we've seen in the show, that is not how heaven works, and even if it WAS Cas probably wouldn't have access to those resources. Although Cas does chime in with his opinions on the subject after this chapter. Things will work out. Don't worry. :)
Guest who I am deciding to name Peaches: ! Guys, I SWEAR I HAD THIS DONE IN LIKE A WEEK, BUT MY STUPID COMPUTER DELETED HALF THE CHAPTER, AND YOU GUYS KNOW I SUCK AT RE-WRITING THINGS, BUT I FINALLY FINISHED IT AGAIN, AND MAYBE IT'S BETTER, BUT THE ORIGINAL HAD A CONVERSATION WITH STILES TRYING TO CONVINCE DEAN TO GIVE DEREK A CHANCE. ASSUME IT STILL HAPPENED, BUT WE, AS THE NARRATIVE, ARE SKIPPING IT. I'M SORRY BUT HERE IT IS!
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Derek didn't bother trying to contain his glare as Stiles slid into the car. His voice was quick and hot and heavy with spite, but still hopeful.
"Don't you glare at me like that. I'm not afraid of you." Derek just narrowed his glare, feeling perfectly just in his anger. Stiles stilled, tensing for a moment. "Okay, maybe I am, but there is a dead person in your yard so..." Derek rolled his eyes.
"Really Stiles!? You seriously think I'd kill anyone?!" He hissed at the teen.
"I don't know what to believe, Derek!"
"The only killing I'd ever do, is of you two! What-What were you even doing digging around my house!?" Stiles rolled his eyes.
"Why the hell is there a dead woman in your yard to dig up?!" Derek leaned forward, glaring still, and Stiles struggled not to lean back.
"She's my sister, you idiot. I buried her out of grief. Why were you digging around my house, Stilinski." Stiles relaxed visibly, as if just now finding it believable that Derek might not be the killer. Derek didn't know whether to be hurt that he thought he could've been, or to be relieved Stiles was trying to believe him.
"Last night Dean and Sam were saying they found her there, and-... Derek, they were ready to kill you... All we could think to do was go to the police. We came to check because we didn't want to put you through this if I'd misheard something, or whatever. We were very disheartened to in fact find the body, just fyi." Stiles shook his head after a moment. "Derek. Please. Give me something to work with here. You know this looks bad... I want to believe you, I want to defend you here, but I- I need reasoning for how you didn't do this, and I'm freaking out too much to think... Help me help you." Derek tried to maintain his cautious demeanor, but Stiles' eyes were filled with hope. He genuinely wanted to believe Derek hadn't done this. He believed in his heart Derek couldn't do something like this. He just needed evidence to prove how this situation looked wrong. To himself, and to the hunters unready to show the same mercy. He sighed.
"I-... Laura was our pack alpha after our mom died. If I'd killed her, my eyes would be red, as an alpha... You can ask Scott, and Dean, mine are blue." Stiles seemed to take in the information, though doubt still seemed to worry him. Derek wanted to rest Stiles' worry. He didn't deserve it. He grasped through his mind looking for whatever he could. "Hey. Hey! Do you remember the night Scott got bit? And you fell down that hill, right over there?" Stiles looked up wide eyed with realization. "Exactly. I was with you when whoever killed Laura bit Scott. It couldn't have been me. I still have your blood on my favorite shirt." Stiles shook his head.
"Fuck, Derek, I'm so sorry. I'm a fucking idiot." Derek sighed with relief, and shook his head.
"Stiles, it's fine. They won't hold me. I'll be out by tomorrow, and I'll be at the game, I promise." Stiles nodded, finally a smile back on his face. He reached out to link his fingers through the caging, but before he could he was being yanked out of the car, and Derek winced to himself, hoping Stiles wouldn't be in too much trouble.