AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH, Here we are, Back at it again with those Dank ANs! Why do I meme in Title Caps? I don't know, moving on…

Will Dawg: Aaaaaah, good to see you again, man. Thank you the reviews as always, and on behalf of all the people who love skipping the AN/Replies because I'm a human cringe pill of agony, thank you for the multiple replies so this is about normal length because when it's short I always worry they'll miss the first paragraph or something. That's normal human anxiety right? No? Am I crazy here? Should I stop because this is terrible? Yes? Okay.
41-I CAN'T WAIT FOR YOU TO READ THE NEXT EITHER WILL. Literally, because I'm answering this in the future and you've already done it…
42- ! I love them together too, Will! I'm sorry! (Future You will get it.)
43- IT'S THE FUTURE, WILL, YOU ALREADY KNOW ! :D
44- Nope! The guys majorly renovated the house prior to moving in! The exterior and basement doors now have salt lines actually built in the doors and under the floorboards. Dean and Sam basically built the basement from scratch up from the bricks. Well three quarters of it anyway. At a certain point Dean got sick and Luci helped instead aaaaaaand he may have accidentally used archangel powers to build a bunch of it. As for Chuck and Amara, I'm not sure? According to Gabe, Chuck's busy with a thing… Amara's probably doing a thing too. We haven't mentioned Mary at all, is she still alive on the show? We did mention Claire last chapter, and because as you guys know I don't really watch the show anymore, I just kind of heard she was a werewolf and loved it and unfortunately googled it after posting to find out that she was unfortunately cured, but I MEAN, this is an AU anyway so I guess SHE'S NOT CURED HERE DAMN IT. But so yeah, I hope to have her pop in at some point, is my point here? If Mary is dead, I might keep her dead just for the drama of having the guys relate to Stiles also being orphans? If she's not of course I'll have her pop in somehow… Chuck I'd like to have in somehow, but honestly I don't know how I'm going to pull of any of these cameos? I think I'm just going to go with kind of fitting them in where it feels right, probably with fluff chapters if we have any… I don't know if we'll have Amara in just 'cause it might be a bit awkward. There are other SPN characters I'd love to fit in somewhere. Charlie, Rowena maybe, I don't know, but yeah, I do hope to do a few SPN cameos along the way, it'll just be a matter of fitting them in. ONWARD.

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"You're really sure about Wednesday?" Stiles asked through the phone, gently untangling one of Lydie's branches from his bed frame. "I can tell Lydia you can't make it if you don't wanna go."

"Are you sure your confidence isn't from your little friend there?" Derek laughed.

"Shut up." Stiles' said with a huff that turned into a laugh. "Seriously. I don't want to make you do anything you aren't comfortable with. Especially hanging out with a bunch of teenagers."

"No, it's fine, Stiles, really." Derek sighed, sounding like he was shifting around. "I'm happy to go out with your friends, they seem nice. Like I said, it's just that I don't get out much period." Stiles nodded.

"Okay, I guess… I'll call you tomorrow with the plan then, kay?"

"I'll look forward to it. Talk to you later. Sweet dreams." Derek muttered, sleepiness creeping into his voice as he obviously suppressed a yawn.

"Kay." Stiles smiled as he pushed Juliet's snout away from Lydie. "Night, love you." Stiles didn't have the presence of mind to acknowledge the stiff silence as he went to hang up or the audible, deep breath Derek took before he did. In fact he didn't even realize what had just happened until he was putting the phone down. He stopped, gripping it tight as his mind retraced the words just fresh off his tongue. "Oh, no…" He went to his bed and sat on the covers, rocking immediately, Juliet rushing to him. She whined with worry, wondering what had happened. He wondered for a moment if it was really that bad. It was. Oh, God, it was it was it was. He put his hand over his mouth, an active reminder to control his breathing. It wasn't that bad. It wasn't the end of the world. It was easily explainable. It was vaguely acceptable. It's not like he said it to a teacher. He said it to his boyfriend. Barely two weeks in. But still! It wasn't an unacceptable context. It wasn't an unbelievable misstep. He could redeem this. If Derek didn't immediately send him a break up text, it would probably be fine. Forgettable. Maybe, if he was lucky, they'd never speak of it again. Stiles jumped a foot as his phone rang. His breath came back to him as he say The Queen Bitch show up for the contact. He picked up, taking a breath.

"Lydia, I'm gonna die right now." He said all too quickly.

"What? 10 minutes ago you were texting me memes, what the hell happened?" Stiles moved to curl up against the headboard as Juliet climbed up.

"The L-word…" Stiles said not quite knowing if his panic was getting better or worse. Lydia seemed to stop what she was doing, if the sudden background silence was anything to go by.

"No." She responded, with a small bit of hope that Stiles was fucking with her. With his silence she gave an almost pained hiss. "With Derek? Did he say it or you?" Stiles covered his face with shame.

"I said it to him…" It was easy to tell Lydia was trying to hold back her instinctual groan of sympathy.

"Oh, sweetie…"

"I know!" He yelled back. "I didn't even- It was an accident, Scott just left before I called him, so when we were hanging up I just said it as a goodbye out of habit!"

"Do not tell him that! Trust me, that is so much worse."

"I know," Stiles sighed. "Oh my god… I'm such an idiot, he's gonna dump me, I feel so fucking stupid." Lydia sighed right back.

"I'm- I'm sure he's not taking it half as bad. Right? I mean you two are so... puppy together..." Stiles blinked in confusion as Lydia didn't correct herself.

"...Lyds, puppy isn't an adjective."

"I know that! Ugh…" Stiles could hear shifting through the phone as she moved around. "You know what I mean? You're all cute and everything… I mean yeah, you guys haven't been together long…. And I still can't tell my boyfriend I love him without having an anxiety attack… but Derek seems a lot more well adjusted than either of us? So for all we know he might feel the same way?"

"Lydia... I'm me."

"Yeah? You're funny and cute and you literally have that boy wrapped around your finger? He could totally be wrecked over you saying you- that word… him…"

"Oh, that's bullshit and you know it."

"Is not." She responded glibly. "He likes you a lot, Stiles." She sighed through the phone. Do you want Jackson's number so he can give you a pep talk? He's a lot better at it." Stiles twisted his brow in confusion.

"... No?" In all honesty he had considered it, but he wasn't going to bother Jackson with his shit, and he certainly wouldn't want Lydia to know it was tempting. Her next sigh was more sulking.

"Do you want me to come over?" She asked. Stiles didn't know what to make of the overwhelming sincerity.

"Lyds, it's almost 11."

"So?" She said as if shrugging.

"We have school tomorrow."

"Are you actually going to get to sleep?"

"Yeah, I guess." Stiles stared up at the ceiling, trying to figure out how he was gonna manage that.

"Okay… If you can't, call, alright? I'll bring you something."

"Right…" Stiles smiled even though he knew she couldn't see him. "Thanks, Lyds."

"Get some sleep. I'll see you tomorrow." He nodded. He sighed as the phone call ended in his ear. He stared at the phone the rest of the night, both hoping for it to vibrate, but dreading that it might.