OKAY SO I dun screwed up again. I forgot about a chapter prompt I had written down for between the first half of this and what I was going to make the second part. So Derek isn't suffering too much yet. He will. But at least chapter 41 is half done! Right?

Cassie: (#FIRST)Aaaaaaaaah! I know! I felt terrible doing it, but the chapter was so long and it was such a good cliffhanger! And I answer literally no questions! Like wtf?! Were they burglars?! Were they Argent goons?! Were they sent by Peter's nurse for upsetting him bc biznitch be psycho?! Did they have to do with John's mysterious death?! No one knows! NO ONE KNOWS! But it's gonna chilly in the Winchester house, what with Stiles' window and all. How rude of them? HEATING BILLS AREN'T CHEAP YOU GUYS. Neither is repairing bullet holes, but eh, it's the Winchesters, what do you expect?

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Cas was out of the car as soon as they saw the lights up the way, flying off in a panic. Dean parked a bit off and ran up the rest of the way, trying to find his family in the mess of squad cars and ambulances. He found them at an ambulance, Derek and Scott with them.

"I told you, it's fine. I only let them bandage it so they'd shut up." Derek was telling Stiles.

"I'm not even hurt. You're both worrying over nothing." Stiles insisted, though his shaking wasn't convincing. Cas sighed as Dean joined them.

"Can someone please just tell us what's going on?" Cas' voice was rough and stern with worry anyway.

"I-I'm sorry, I tried to call you guys, but I hit the wrong button and-" Dean shook his head.

"We're not mad, kid, we're just worried as hell. Okay? Just tell us what happened." He said, doing all he could to make his voice soft. Stiles sighed shakily.

"There were these two people trying to break in, when I locked up the first floor they try- tried to get in my window, I shot one of them in the face with the shotgun you gave me and closed and locked it, but they had a gun and shot it in, and-" Stiles spoke so fast his cheeks got red and he lost his breathe. Dean tried not to tense as Derek wrapped his arm around Stiles where he sat on the back of the ambulance, speaking lowly to him.

"You're okay now, I've got you, it's gonna be okay… Just breathe…" Derek told him serenely and Stiles did as he was told.

"I locked myself in your guys' bedroom with Dean's gun until Scott and Derek got here. Derek got shot in the arm and Scott tore their front bumper off… And I had a panic attack, like the useless bag of bones and flesh I am."

"Stiles, you shot a guy in the face." Scott and Derek said more or less at the same time, only differing in their levels of enthusiasm.

"Sounds pretty badass to me too, bud. How're you doing now? You gonna be okay? What'd the medic say?" Dean asked, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"She was worried I might be going into shock, but since I'm not hurt and I told her I'm just having an anxiety attack, she said I would be fine and to just go to the hospital later if I started feeling odd." Stiles shrugged. "Otherwise I'm fine to stay here." Cas sighed in relief.

"Good. You boys should go inside. Dean and I will speak to the law enforcement and see if they'll be needing anything else."

"Dean, cooooome ooooooon!" Stiles whined, loudly and angrily. "He got shot! Doesn't that earn him one private lunch date?" Dean sighed as he set the table not wanting to do it later.

"I'm very grateful for that, but it's still a no." Stiles groaned, throwing his head back.

"Whhhhhhhhhhhhhhyyyyyyy?!"

"Tomorrow's a weekday. Aren't you supposed to be in school?" Crowley asked as he headed through towards the kitchen.

"After the game yesterday, he got it off." Scott answered instead, setting out the silverware as Dean finished setting down the plates.

"And I almost died earlier, but I mean that's for the support anyway." Stiles said with flippant morbidity, just kind of glad that Scott wasn't sabotaging things with Derek for once.

"Oh, I'm still with Dean. Don't like him." Dean rolled his eyes.

"It's not because I don't like him." Dean insisted. "There's just a lot of shady shit going on, and I don't want you galavanting off with that guy."

"We talked about this, he didn't do anything!" Stiles insisted back even louder. Dean set the last plate down with a loud 'tink'.

"Even if he hasn't done anything wrong, he's at the center of it. His sister gets killed, Scott gets bit near his land, Chris has some kinda vendetta against him for god knows what, and if he is telling the truth, it just means whoever killed that woman is now his pack's alpha. For all we know what happened earlier could have had something to do with being involved with him."

"That's bullshit and you know it! It was a break in, and besides it could've been a thousand things! I'm sure you guys have some enemies of your own." Dean gave a stern look.

"Oh, please, we both know that wasn't just a break in. Burglars steal shit, they don't hunt down snarky teens and waste ammo."

"Whatever, it could've been some random psychos! Or maybe they just wanted revenge, people tend to get annoyed when you shoot their friends in the face."

"I don't care, Stiles!" Dean nearly yelled. "He attracts trouble! I'm not going to have you two run off alone somewhere to make out and get killed! I'm not going to let you both put yourselves in a vulnerable situation where I can't protect you!"

"We won't be alone, we're going for lunch, that's it!" Dean shook his head, giving a rye laugh.

"Well, if I could trust you to keep your word on that, I wouldn't be worried about it, but you've shown pretty clearly that your obedience is about as good as your judgement!" Dean turned and went into the kitchen in hopes to end the discussion, but of course Stiles followed.

"I get that, but then don't take my word for it, take Derek's! Does he really seem the type that going to cross you and put me in danger just for some horror movie car make out in the broad daylight?!" Dean sighed, filling a large pot with water. "And he's proved pretty well he can protect me just fine!"

"All he proved is he can get shot like an idiot." Dean snapped back. "Pack a bullet with wolfsbane or hemlock or nightshade and he's useless! It. Is not. Safe!" Crowley shrugged as Stiles growled in frustration ready to go on an angry teenaged rant which would certainly be annoyingly well argued.

"For hell's sake, Squirrel, just send a pup with the brat and they'll have all the protection they need. You know you want to let him go, and Lord knows he deserves it." Stiles raised an eyebrow at them both.

"A pup?"

"Crowley," Dean shook his head. "You really expect me to put one of your stupid murder-beasts near my kid?"

"You think I won't punch you in front of them?" Crowley said angrily putting down his cup of... Tea?

"They murder people!" Dean yelled back pointedly.

"They're good dogs, Dean!"

"Mongrels…." Lucifer muttered as he and Sam wondered in.

"You are dead to me." Crowley responded with just as much passion, pointing at the other devil.

"How'd they get on hellhounds?" Sam asked Scott and Stiles. Stiles sighed.

"Crowley suggested I take one on Derek and I's date tomorrow, Dean doesn't want me to for obvious reasons."

"Are they soft?" Scott asked as an aside.

"Dean, why don't you send Juliet? She's even house broken." Sam suggested, ignoring Scott.

"House broken?" Dean scoffed. "Sam, do you remember what she did to Baby?!"

"That was a year ago, she'd never been in a bloody car, and your damn seats smell like death!" Crowley cried. "You can't blame her for that!" Sam rolled his eyes.

"Dean, she's gotten better. Besides, what's more important, Stiles' safety or Derek's camaro?" Dean made a face and Sam gaped at him. "Dean!"

"Fine!" Dean whined. "Crowley get your stupid dog." Crowley glared at Dean as Sam opened the back door to the mud room so he could leave.

"She was smart enough to maul your dumb ass." And with that Crowley disappeared.