They spent a while talking like that. John played with the two of them a bit, while Stiles and Luc meditated. Honestly he could tell it was helping. He could feel the calm weightlessness flowing through him as Stiles unwound and cleared his mind. It didn't feel like long before Rourke appeared beside them, though it must have been a while, as it was starting to get dark now.

"Aaaay, guess who the fuck finally decided to show up." Rourke joked. John rolled his eyes.

"Jim, language around the kid." John said mostly for show, knowing Jacob had probably heard every word in the book. Rourke shrugged though.

"Whatever you say, Boss. Tall, dark, and stupid's pulling up." Lucifer had either heard them or heard Derek's car or suddenly had somewhere better to be because he disappeared from beside Stiles.

"Did you bring him back all in one piece?" John asked.

"Despite his best efforts, I managed to. Stupid fucking douche nearly picked a fight with that Argent dill weed, when dude was already about to pop him. Like seriously, the fuck…" Rourke complained, shaking his head. John glared dully. "Yeah, sorry, language, I know. I'm just pissed. And tired. I'm telling you, I can not go with them tonight, if I have to be around that dingbat another minute, I'm gonna fu-..." Jim sighed. "I'm gonna knock his- mm-hm-hm- lights out…"

"Thanks for the update, Jim, you were honestly no help at all."

"Delighted to be of service, Boss." Rourke answered, giving a grand bow. John tried to focus on the front driveway and give his best effort to project himself there. He succeeded, standing next to Luc as Derek pulled up to the house.

"Nice job." Luc muttered to him, not looking over. John nodded his thanks, stepping away as not to distract him. As Derek got out, Lucifer made his way around to the driver's side of the car, rounding the front of the car. John followed, keeping his distance. Apparently Derek could tell Luc wasn't his usual benevolent self, and set himself into a defensive anxious mood already, probably leftover from whatever went on with Argent.

"Hey…" Derek said, as Lucifer drummed his fingers on the remnants of Derek's driver's side window which seemed to be broken in.

"Youchie. How'd this happen?" Lucifer said, playing nice enough considering he wasn't at all fond of Derek so far, but very clearly not giving a single shit.

"Um, it's-it's nothing, Argent stopped to give me shit while I was getting gas. It's not a big deal." Derek said nervously. They both looked toward the house, apparently hearing something. John could feel Stiles' heart rate kick up high very suddenly, then slowly settle down again. Lucifer pouted his lips in that way he did when he was making a show of considering something. He gave a vague gesture and the glass of the window was suddenly all back in place, as if it'd never been broken at all.

"Fixed that tail light you mentioned too, hope you don't mind." Lucifer murmured politely as an afterthought. "Would make sure everything is running well, but honestly I don't really know shit about cars… I was a bit trapped in hell when they were invented, and Sam was never as interested in them as much as Dean was." Derek seemed taken aback.

"Wow, uh, not at all, thank you. I really appreciate it…" He said obviously not knowing how else to react. Lucifer rolled his eyes.

"I didn't do it for your gratitude, I just didn't-… think Sam would want the brat sitting on glass or getting in another car accident because of you…" John cleared his throat at Lucifer, hoping to get him to calm down but Stiles was already coming through the front door.

"Luc!" He called, in almost a hushed scolding tone. Luc looked at him a bit amused.

"Yes, very tiny defenseless human child who should probably watch his tooooone… What do ya' need?" Stiles narrowed his eyes scrupulously.

"Mm-hm, quick question, which part of your millenia old incomprehensibly wise and all knowing Galaxy Brain thought it was a good idea to leave the very tiny defenseless human child who should probably watch his tone alone in the backyard… with an actual live coyote he didn't know was there? Just- Just curious how your DIVINE SAGACITY came to that conclusion, ya know?" Stiles asked, John could tell, trying to both not yell and upset Luc, but also not laugh or grin and undermine his argument. Lucifer chuckled.

"It was friendly."

"Friendly?" Stiles asked, offended. "It's a wild animal that could and gladly would eat my face for dinner. It could have killed me in like an ACTUAL second!" Stiles rambled off in a single breath. Lucifer just tilted his head with a smile.

"But it didn't… so? Technically I'm right." Stiles gave that gobsmacked little squint with his mouth agape he always did when he felt someone was wrong but didn't have an argument left to counter with.

"You are unbelievable."

"Factually incorrect. Just accounting for Christianity, Islam, and Judaism approximately at least 4 billion people believe in me. And I think that's still a pretty conservative estimate." Lucifer cited with a smug little smirk, seeming thoroughly proud of himself.

"Oh! How cute, Devil's got jokes! Hilarious." Stiles sighed, though obviously genuinely smiling. "I'm gonna go kiss my boyfriend now." Stiles side stepped Lucifer as he rolled his eyes and disappeared. Once he was gone, Derek was quick to step into Stiles' arms leaning down to kiss him. John looked away, sighing irritably, though he knew neither could hear him. "Mmm… You're good at that…" Stiles laughed once they separated. John was getting really tired of having to be a fly on the wall for shit like this. "How was your day?" At least now maybe he wouldn't have to listen to Rourke's bitching?

"Eh, kind of a mixed bag. Visited the bus driver in the hospital…" Derek said in a not very promising tone. Stiles gave an optimistic look.

"He say anything worth looking into?"

"Just the words 'I'm sorry'... and… then he died… so…. That was fun…" Derek said glumly.

"Wait, what? He just like? Straight up kicked it? And that's all he said?" Stiles asked equal parts disappointed and confused.

"Yeah… It was weird, but I mean… He was mauled by an Alpha apparently, so it wasn't that surprising…" Derek sighed. Stiles shrugged.

"Fair, I guess I would have been more surprised had he like, survived and turned or whatever…"

"After that though, I went to meet your, um… friend and bought that nightshade for my mom's emissary."

"What's with that reaction? Mors is the best." Stiles questioned offendedly. John had to agree, Mors was pretty great… but ummmmm….

"Okay, be straight with me for a second-"

"Impossible, but go on."

"Adorable, but maybe shut up. - Honest to god, is he… Is your florist friend like Death Death?" Yeah… that. John had found that out the first time Stiles had visited the cemetery after he died. It'd been a bit of a shock. Stiles however didn't catch on.

"Is that a… variation on the Moon Moon meme I'm not familiar with, or-"

"Stiles, Is he the actual physical embodiment of Death: yes or no? Do not fuck with me here…" Derek gave an expectant look. Stiles was, needless to say, flabbergasted.

"Is that an actual question you're asking me right now? I mean no, not to the best of my knowledge? What the fuck kind of question is that, he's a tiny old freaking danish florist, why would he be the near omnipotent deity commonly known as-..." Stiles froze mid sentence, seeming to have a realization. John couldn't blame him. Roman mythos was never his strong suit, and who the hell would jump to that conclusion? John was still trying to wrap his head around The Actual Christian God now being Stiles' actual adoptive grandfather. "Uh… I'll um… I'll ask Sam about it later, I don't even know if that's like a thing…. I doubt it though? I don't.. Ugh Um, anything else fun? Lucifer didn't give you a hard time, did he?" Stiles asked anxiously. Derek shook his head, sighing.

"No, Lucifer actually fixed up the car for us, it was nice of him. Argent did, a bit-"

"What? How, what'd he do now?" Stiles asked attentively. Derek shook his head, dismissively this time.

"Nothing, I'm fine, just a bit of implied threatening, that all. I assume because we're gonna be hanging out with Allison tonight. It's not a big deal." Stiles sighed, giving a look like he was practicing a lot of self control, and John could feel the anger and hate coming off him.

"Yeah, okay… I just. I really wish he'd back off you, I get worried." Derek seemed to feel a bit guilty about that, which John couldn't blame him. He pulled Stiles into a hug, kissing the side of his head.

"I'll be fine. I'm not going anywhere." He murmured comfortingly. "How 'bout you? How're you feeling? Other than worried for me."

"Mmm… Ya ever feel like you'd kill a man for some skittles?" Stiles asked, mostly jokingly. Though John wouldn't doubt that he would. No one came between Stiles and a craving. Derek laughed softly through a smile, pressing his forehead to Stiles.

"Yeah, definitely know that feel." Derek answered with a soft hint of sarcasm. Seriously, how was your day? Sleep okay, have fun at school? You seem a little anxious today..." Derek asked as they both pulled away. Stiles groaned.

"Um, no. Close though! Woke up from a nightmare and had the worst panic attack I've had in years. Claire helped calm me down before school, she's great. And then I couldn't concentrate in classes and I failed a pop quiz so hard, Harris spent 10 minutes tearing into me about how much of a colossal failure I am and how I'll never find any happiness in life if I fail our test coming up and how I need to stop being lazy and study…" Derek gave a shocked look, which was fair. Harris hadn't laid in that hard. Harris seemed to save that level of vitrial for parents considered shitty guardians, or just had a grudge against or didn't like. Stiles' self loathing, and having heard Harris and John argue pretty viciously for years, kind of just twisted how he heard what was probably meant to be guidance and support more than criticism. "Okay, I'm paraphrasing a little but seriously only a little..." Stiles admitted after a moment. Derek nodded understandingly.

"Dude's a dick, don't let him give you that kind of shit... Do you wanna talk about your dream?" Stiles looked conflicted. Even the 5 of them didn't know what the dream had been. They could just feel the sadness and anguish it'd caused him whatever it was he'd tortured himself with.

"I dunno, it's not like a huge deal or anything."

"It doesn't have to be a big deal to talk about it, Stiles. It upset you. Whatever way you think is best to deal with that, I wanna support you. It's up to you."

"I-" Stiles took a shakey breath. "Upstairs? It's... a lot, I don't think I can get into it down here." Derek nodded and let Stiles lead him inside by his hand. Dean stopped them as they came in, giving Stiles a hug and giving Derek a reluctant fist bump. Oh, HARD same, my guy. Derek was nice, John would admit, and it seemed a good source of support, validation, and as much as wasn't thrilled about it, affection for Stiles, and it seemed to be good for Stiles to have someone to provide that for that he didn't have such a huge sense of responsibility and familiality for. Stiles even mother-henned him when he was alive, keeping an eye on his physicals and making sure John didn't kill himself with too much junk food. He even sometimes helped with paperwork when he could. John had always worried he'd have a hard time being in a real, give and take, equal, adult relationship. And that didn't seem to be the case. The only- well, no, not only, but the main problem was, he'd hoped that would come when he was an adult. Stiles would scold him, saying he was almost 17 and say he'd met Claudia well before that and got together very young, and that if he wanted him to be happy he'd have to learn to respect his independence. But most people weren't he and Clau, and respecting he should make his own choices didn't mean he had to like his choices. Especially when his boyfriend of choice was a werewolf who multiple people apparently want dead. He… He didn't dislike him as much as Lucifer seemed to... He just wanted a bit of time to… get used to it.

"Hey, s'up?" Dean nodded, amiably. Derek shrugged casually.

"The usual…"

"Did you bring the…?"

"I left it in the back seat." Derek nodded. "Whenever you're ready."

"Scott wants us to wait for him to get here." Stiles muttered a bit uncomfortably.

"O'course…" Dean said sympathetically, seeming to regret bringing it up in front of Stiles. John really hoped Clau was right and this wouldn't work. He couldn't help but worry. "If you're heading up, try to keep it quite, Claire's laying down. Hunting she doesn't mind, but apparently shopping exhausts her."

"Dean Ross Winchester, don't you dare steal my jokes." Cas called belyingly casually, although seeming to be focusing on something he was doing at the table. John went over to see what he was up to, as the boys started up the stairs.. There were art supplies all over the table, apparently Cas had gotten some stuff aside from what little the school supplied. But in front of him was a folder of different sketches. Apparently Cas had taken a note from Adrian and done his own little pop quiz. There were a number that were crude scribbles, and even some that were just doodles of… certain anatomies that teens tend to be obsessed with, to varying degrees of detail. Though Cas largely gave high grades on them just as much as the serious ones. Only a few had slightly lower grades, only going as low as a 'C', with little notes saying 'please put your heart into your work! have fun!'. And even a few more of the better more serious drawings had 'C's or 'B's than the doodles. Cas' methods were… interesting to say the least. "Please, don't be nosey, Sheriff Stilinski, I'm supposed to keep my students work private unless otherwise agreed upon and I would prefer not to betray that confidence." John was a bit surprised.

"Uh, sorry…" He answered, not sure if Cas could or couldn't hear him, but stepping away all the same.

"I thought you couldn't see this th- uh, guy…" Dean asked as he came in, apparently having the same thought.

"I can't, but I can feel him, and I do know what someone looking over my shoulder feels like…" Oh. Well that kind of made sense. Cas didn't seem to be of the same level as Lucifer. Maybe on par with the other guy in the suit, but that guy seemed to have been human, and seems closer in relation to a ghost, which… John figured was the closest possible thing to whatever he'd be considered. For some reason that made John uncomfortable, feeling…. Almost invisible. Being clearly perceivable without being seen or heard almost felt worse than not being noticed at all. John decided he better get upstairs... if he wanted to hear about Stiles dream and all.