First up, you guys, if you want to see what the house looks like, you can go to this here link, I managed to do up a floor plan for the entire house, it's got furniture and everything, go wild.
EDIT: I JUST REALIZED THE LINK DIDN'T SURVIVE THE UPLOAD, BUT I FIXED IT, HERE GUYS, I'M SUPES SORRY! Remove the spaces and switch out "dot" for . and it should work now. Sorry ^^'

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Will Dawg: Aaaah! Good to see ya bro, I was wonder when you'd join us! Lol, I'll answer in order. 37: I know right?! It's killing me. I'd say poor Peter, but honestly somehow I'm more worried for Chris. 39: WASN'T HE? The best self preservation instincts in Beacon Hills, ironically. 40: Haha, well bro, this chapter probably won't help your fear much. No lie tho, Crowley is BEAST when it comes to Juliet, no one insults his pup. Dean was not happy about having her in the house after finding out. Especially since she followed him around for like an hour growling quietly and trying to sniff at him. She just doesn't feel comfortable away from the Bunker, but Dean's convinced she wants to maul him now.

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Derek got an uncomfortable feeling in his stomach as he pulled up and got out of his car. He couldn't tell if it was because of all that had went on earlier, or if he'd started to associate it with unease, or if it was just the fact that the house was just as foreboding as his family's now decrepit manor, as small and new as it was in comparison. He looked around for the tall, older blond man, wondering if he was still banned from the house. It was silly, Derek realized, as even if he was, there was no reason he could think of why he'd still be hanging out around the front yard. Or the house for that matter. He walked up slowly. Calmly, forcing himself to chill out, appreciating on his way to the door that it really was a pretty nice bit of real estate. He tried to be gentle as he knocked. After an agonizing minute, the door opened. Derek was surprised, first that the door opened entirely, without the chain lock, and secondly that he didn't recognize the short, suit-clad man who answered. However, this man seemed to recognize him after an evaluating once over.

"The shady boyfriend, I take it?" He said in some sort of British accent. Derek sighed, forcing himself not to roll his eyes. He went to Columbia, for fuck's sake.

"Apparently." He deadpanned. "My name's actually Derek, if anyone cares?" The man gave a laugh but only for about 3 seconds.

"Wrong house for that. What'd'you want, love?" Derek shook his head, giving up more or less.

"I wanted to check in on Stiles. He's expecting me." The man raised his eyebrow.

"Are Squirrel and Feathers?" What? His furrowed brow was met with an eye roll. "Daddy and Papa…"

"Oh. I… would assume Stiles let them know?" The man shrugged and moved to let him in. Derek stepped inside, feeling enveloped in the warm sounds of speaking coming from out in the dining room. He rolled his shoulders trying to feel comfortable in it. Scott had left about an hour ago. He wondered if Stiles was back down here with them, not bothering to listen to check, figuring it'd be rude. The man in the suit corrected him almost immediately.

"Lad's up in his room." He nodded to the stairs, sauntering back toward the dining room. He turned though, startling Derek as he followed close behind. "And hands to yourself, or I won't be accountable for what kills you." Derek was vaguely offended but shook his head. He wouldn't bother with a reply. At least Stiles had so many people looking out for him, he figured. But the man turned back to leave again, and Derek gingerly climbed the stairs, for only the second time. He marvelled at how dramatic their relationship had been so far and was glad he and Stiles were finally going to have a normal date. He glanced towards the somehow already repaired master bedroom door as he walked by. He'd always been weird about magic. Even more so about Hunters' uses of magic. It had always seemed hypocritical to him. He conceded that the Winchesters obviously weren't the typical Hunters. But he was still caught off guard whenever he saw it, ever since he was a boy. He moved on, evaluating the other doors along the way, sniffing, a bit curious what was behind them. When he got to Stiles' room the door was open. Derek stepped into the doorway, but as Stiles turned to look at him, he jumped as if startled. He held his hands up non-threateningly.

"It's just me." He assured, but Stiles huffed as he caught his breath.

"I can see that, I just didn't expect anyone to be there." Derek nodded, stepping in.

"Sorry, I should've let you know I was here…" Stiles shook his head, coming to meet him. He leaned up and kissed him though before anything else. It ended up being little more than a peck, but it was pleasant regardless, and he pulled Stiles into his arms after.

"I would've jumped anyway. I must still be hyped, I've felt eyes on me all day." Stiles rested his head on Derek's shoulder, relaxing into his embrace. He wasn't as stiff as he usually was, but Derek chalked it up to exhaustion.

"Wouldn't be surprised. You've had a hell of a day." Derek murmured comfortingly, bringing his hand up to rub Stiles' back as he started to pull away. "You wanted to talk about tomorrow?" Stiles gave a groan Derek could tell was trouble "What?"

"Do you want the good news first or bad?" He asked. Derek sighed.

"Good?" He replied, unsure.

"Good news, we're allowed to go to lunch." Derek's gut lurched as his mind went threw even the most unlikely possibilities for the bad news. Break up, moving, joining a convent in El Salvador, going to die in seven days. He was glad Stiles paused so he could get his brain to focus. "But bad news is there's a few conditions..." Derek nodded, sighing an internal sigh of relief. "We can't be gone too long. I had to negotiate just for 2 hours." That didn't seem that unreasonable. Derek gave Stiles a nod to continue. "Dean wants us to stick to well lit, populated places. One of us has to drive because we're not allowed to walk." Derek nodded wondering what else there could be. There was definitely something else given the way Stiles froze, dragging out an "Uh".

"Stiles, it's okay. What else?" Derek thought he was being reassuring, but Stiles just bit his lip and pulled Derek over to the bed, making him sit down.

"Okay…. So, Dean wants 'my uncle' Crowley's… dog… to come with us…." Derek relaxed instantly, giving a soft chuckle. Thank goodness.

"Stiles, that's fine, I love dogs." Derek had what was apparently a naive smile, judging by Stiles' look of concern and pity.

"That- That's good!" He said with obviously fake optimism. "Because she's a very sweet… dog…" Derek raised an eyebrow as Stiles grabbed something off his desk. "Keep that in mind, because I'm going to show you something and I really need you to not freak out too much…" Derek eyed the glasses in Stiles' hand questioningly.

"I promise nothing…" He replied, not liking where this was going. Stiles sighed as he brought the glasses over. He put his arm around Derek as he gave him the glasses and then pointed discreetly towards the window Derek noticed was fixed.
"On the floor under the window… Don't freak out, it's safe…" Derek furrowed his brow, questioning what the hell was going on. He slipped on the glasses and looked where he was told. He couldn't help but jump up. He was probably lucky Stiles grabbed his arm, because this thing looked at him, and if he hadn't had to worry about pulling Stiles' arms from their sockets, he probably would've run like hell. "Don't run! She won't hurt you, I promise, but if you run she might chase you…" He was frozen, staring wide eyed at the thing. Was this the dog? He supposed it kind of looked like a dog if you were looking for the resemblance but it looked more like some beast out of- wait.

"What did you say your uncle's name was?" For some reason he whispered.

"Crowley…" Stiles answered reluctantly. "Derek, really, I'm sorry, but I swear she's very sweet. If you'll feel more comfortable seeing her, Crowley can make her visible to you. Or not. Whatever." When Derek exhaled the breath he was holding, his lungs shook with fear.

"Okay…" He said softly. "I'm not saying no… But why do we have to take… her… with us?" Stiles took a deep breath and nodded.

"With all the shit we've both been through, Dean thinks we could use the protection."

"You mean you?" Derek asked only looking away from the "dog" for a second, only to find her sitting at the foot of the bed when he looked back, wagging her tail with curiosity.

"No, I mean we. Crowley ordered her to look after us both while we're out. That's why I can promise she won't hurt you." Stiles pulled Derek back to the bed, and sat next to him as he kept his eyes on her. Stiles looked to her and back to him. "Do you want to pet her? She's very friendly." Derek stiffened in apprehension as the hellhound got up and walked the few steps to them. He raised his shaking hand for her to sniff. She accepted the offer, and after a moment, licked his hand. It burned just a bit, like flicking the cherry of a cigarette onto your skin on accident. He raised his hand to pet her chin, and then the side of her head once she leaned into it. He relaxed just slightly, just to the point where he stopped shaking.

"I have to admit, her fur's really soft." Stiles smiled, running his hand through her perpetually raised hackles.

"Her name's Juliet. Crowley says she's small, but she's his favorite. She actually lives with him and Sam and Luc." Derek nodded being careful of her multiple eyes as he moved to pet her head. "Hey, I'm sorry… You shouldn't have to deal with all of this. If I was you, I probably would've run for the hills by now." Stiles apologized, agonizingly genuine. Derek stopped petting Juliet and took off the glasses to turn and look at Stiles.

"No, you wouldn't." Derek said firmly.

"What?"

"You wouldn't. That's why I want to be with you. Because you haven't, and you won't. Yeah, this is kind of… weird. But you're still here. And that's rare for me." Stiles looked down at his lap. Derek leaned over to speak softly into his ear, smiling. "And, somehow, you're even weirder than me." Stiles laugh half-heartedly and Derek kissed his head.

"Thanks…" Stiles sighed, sincere but exhausted too. Derek nodded, leaning back.

"Do you want me to go so you can get some sleep?" Stiles just whined.

"No, stay…" Stiles begged, though leaning his head on Derek's shoulder.

"You're half asleep, Stiles."

"So?" Stiles huffed. "You can stay over, can't you?" Derek laughed.

"Well 'can' is one thing, living through it is another…"

"Dean will be fine as long as long as I leave the door open… It's warm, we won't even have to sleep under the covers." Derek wasn't sure. Dean didn't seem the most reasonable person, and "half asleep Stiles" was not an all there Stiles.

"Does he know I'm here?"

"Yes," Stiles insisted. "You coming over was planned in advance, for once." Derek sighed, much to Stiles' apparent satisfaction as he shifted to lay out on the other side of the twin bed, which was obviously a tight fit for two pretty well grown men. Derek kicked off his shoes, officially giving in. Stiles was quick to cuddle up beside him. Derek considered turning the light off, but something at the end of the bed caught his eye. A flowering plant peeked over the bed by about a foot.

"What's that?" He asked.

"Hm?" Stiles followed his gaze to the plant. "Oh, it's nightshade. I bought it when I was visiting my dad at the cemetery. It bothering you? Scott hates it." Derek shook his head.

"No. It tends to bother newer wolves more, I've heard. I've never really been bothered by it."

"So... it doesn't work?" Derek laughed.

"No, I've just never caused someone to need it." Derek thought for a moment, wondering if it would really be a decent gift. "Where'd you say you got it?" Stiles looked to him.

"The flower place outside the back of the cemetery, I'm friends with the shop owner."

"Do you think he'd have anymore?"

"Yeah," Stiles nodded. "They were growing outside so he potted a few of them. You want one?" Derek nodded.

"I was thinking of getting on for my mom's old emissary. With what happened to Laura, a bit of extra protection might be good for him." Derek looked down to Stiles, changing the subject. "Want me to turn the light off?" Stiles shook his head.

"Could we leave it on? I just know the dark is gonna freak me out tonight…" Derek nodded and kissed Stiles' head again.

"Of course…"

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He woke up to the nearly unbearable shriek of an airhorn, and the sunlight coming through the window in his eyes. He assumed Stiles woke up too, seeing as he fell off the other side of the bed. Derek looked over sleepily to where Dean was standing in the door, a fake smile on his face.

"Morning, Sunshine. How'd ya sleep?" He asked sarcastically, before adorning a half-there annoyed sneer and shaking his head. "Get the hell out of my house by the time I get back from taking Cas to work, or you're in trouble." Dean tossed the airhorn aside before walking off, causing it to let out one more little squeak.

He and Stiles both assumed Dean turned the light off before waking them.