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"Please," Stiles pleaded.
He was on the lap of his super hot alpha werewolf boyfriend of three months, and they had just had a heavy make-out session, and Stiles was hard in his pants. You can't blame him; he's a teenager dating the hottest, most attractive guy on the planet, and he wants nothing more than to have sex with his boyfriend. Since Stiles is still underage, Derek refuses to do anything more than kissing, making out, or grinding. As much of a gentlemanly move as it is, Stiles wants to get fucked and get fucked hard.
If anyone would've told fourteen-year-old Stiles that he would be dating an alpha werewolf in three years, he would've laughed in their face. He didn't plan to make meaningful relationships here in Beacon Hills as he prepared to leave the second he graduated. He also didn't intend to get sucked into the supernatural world, but Scott—a friend he made—got bitten, and Stiles got dragged in reluctantly. Then he met Derek, and everything changed. His entire view of the world changed, and he questioned everything he learned as a child. It was annoyingly frustrating, but then he and his friends were being attacked, and Stiles decided to do what felt right and not question it.
If anyone would've told sixteen-year-old Stiles that in barely a year, he would be dating the werewolf threatening to rip his throat out with his teeth or slamming him against flat surfaces, he would have scoffed. Hot and heavy sexual tension-relieving type of sex, maybe, but dating? Fuck no. However, here he is. Dating, but not only dating, working towards getting mated. Derek confessed to him three months ago that they were mates and he had known since the second they met in the preserve. Derek explained how werewolves found their true mate, and that was through scent, and he explained how he didn't want to tell Stiles at first. They were strangers; Stiles was a teenager and human. But when their relationship started to develop into something more, Derek confessed. Stiles had ghosted Derek for a week, researching werewolf mates and what that would mean before he full-body launched himself into Derek's arms, accepting the offer.
What he thought would be easy was waiting until he was legal. Who can blame him? It's Derek Hale. Derek Hale and his ability to convey an entire essay through his eyebrows. Derek Hale and his sexy and muscular body. Derek Hale and his scowling and brooding demeanour. Derek Hale is secretly a giant teddy bear. That had surprised Stiles.
It was hard for Derek to open up, but he tried not to hide his feelings too much from Stiles. Sometimes, Stiles woke up to Derek making the Stilinski's breakfast in his kitchen. Derek had even tried to get to know Noah, be polite, and walk through the front door. He always greets Stiles with a kiss—on the lips in private, on the cheek in public—and is always in tune with Stiles's feelings. It wasn't hard to convince Derek to watch movies with him, and Derek always let him get his rambling out and let the spastic teen say all his random thoughts. Derek had taken him out on dates, surprised him with chocolate when stressed about school and constantly texted him goodnight and good morning.
Stiles was falling head over heels for Derek Hale and knew it would end badly in the future, but as of right now, we wanted to enjoy it. He especially wanted to have sex with Derek Hale not only because he was hot as Hell but because he wished for that level of intimacy. He wants to experience it with Derek and wants Derek to be his first—maybe only?
"Stiles," Derek warned, and Stiles let out a pathetic whine.
"Noah knows about us. He didn't say anything bad about us. He even gave me the sex talk, Derek. THE WHOLE BIRDS AND BEES TALK," Stiles exclaimed, and Derek fought back a smile.
"Noah isn't your father," Derek pointed out, and Stiles's demeanour changed. He looked down and dropped his arms from around Derek's neck. Stiles barely ever talks about his family aside from saying that his father is busy with his work and wants to give Stiles a stable life.
"What does that matter?" Stiles muttered, and Derek sighed and placed two fingers underneath Stiles's chin to get the teen to look up at him.
"You are my mate, Stiles. There's no one else for me, and it would make it easier on all of us if your family likes me. I don't want your father to think I pressured you into anything," Derek explained, and Stiles pouted.
"You know I can't concentrate when you do that," he mumbled childishly. Derek dropped his hand from Stiles's chin, and Stiles shook his head, clearing the fog that Derek's two fingers under his chin caused. Derek's voice always gets soft and fond, and Stiles loses himself in love and warmth. "I'm not saying this out of being a horny teenager. I'm saying this because I want this. I want you to be my first; I want that level of intimacy with you, and I want to give myself to you fully. Please."
"Isaac and Cora are going to be home soon from their date," Derek said instead, and Stiles frowned slightly at the change of subject before brightening.
"That's not a no," Stiles pointed out, and Derek huffed.
"I want you, trust me, I want you," Derek growled, eyes flashing red as he rutted up into Stiles's ass, and the teen gasped when he felt Derek's hard cock poke his ass. "If a week, your answer is still the same, then-" Stiles cheered and pulled Derek in for a heated kiss, cutting off what the alpha would say.
That's how Cora and Isaac found them ten minutes later. Derek and Stiles make out like teenagers on the couch, and Cora throws a pillow at the couple, telling them to get a room.
~~~
A week later, Stiles came over early to the loft on their weekly pack nights and jumped into Derek's arms, wrapping his arms and legs around his boyfriend and yelling 'Yes.' Derek rolled his eyes but leaned in to kiss Stiles and walked the teen to the kitchen, where he placed him down on the counter and leaned into his ear to whisper 'later' before pulling back and walking away.
Stiles glared at Derek and huffed angrily and was glad when Cora dragged him away somewhere.
~~~
"Please," Stiles whined the second everyone—including Cora and Isaac—left the loft, and Derek slammed Stiles against the door.
"That needy, huh?" Derek asked cocking an eyebrow, and Stiles whimpered.
"My super hot werewolf alpha boyfriend will finally fuck me after so many months. Wondering what it would be like to be split open by him? Most definitely and unashamedly needy," Stiles confirmed, and Derek's eyes flashed red briefly.
"Are you truly ready?" Derek asked, getting serious, and Stiles nodded like a bobblehead. "I need to know, do you want this rough and hard or slow and sweet?"
"Rough and hard," Stiles said, and Derek nodded.
"Anything I do that you don't like, just say the word, and we'll stop," Derek said, and Stiles nodded again. "Upstairs, strip to your boxers and wait for me." Stiles was off like a rocket, slipping around the floor in his haste to get to the bedroom. Derek couldn't help but laugh, and he headed to the kitchen, where he grabbed a bottle of water, a bag of chips and a bag of chocolate. He stopped by the lining closet, grabbed a hand towel, and entered the room.
The sight he was met with made him stop dead in his tracks and drop everything he held.
Stiles is naked.
Legs spread.
His hole is perfectly in view.
Lube glistened around his hole and inner thigh.
Cock is standing up against his stomach.
Three fingers deep.
He was moaning and whimpering on the bed.
"Oh fuck," Derek muttered to himself and scrambled to pick everything up and sloppily placed them on his table, taking a deep breath to control himself. That, however, was a wrong decision as he inhaled Stiles's arousal and got dizzy with the scent.
Stiles looked up just as Derek opened his eyes, and the human at least had the decency to look sheepish.
"What happened to stripping to your boxers and waiting?" Derek questioned, stalking over to the bed.
"Alpha, hurts," Stiles whined, and Derek's eyes flashed red as he fought a shift.
"You disobeyed an order," Derek said sternly, testing the waters, and Stiles whimpered, removing his fingers from his hole.
"I'm sorry," Stiles said. "Please, I'm just so desperate." Derek sighed and moved to sit at the end of the bed.
"Over my lap," he said without looking back, and Stiles was quick to scramble over Derek's lap, on his stomach, ass up. "Ever been spanked before?" He asked, rubbing Stiles's ass, and Stiles moaned but shook his head. "Do you want to try?" Stiles nodded, and Derek gave his ass a light spank. "Words, baby," he said and Stiles moaned.
"Yes, please, god, yes," he said, and Derek nodded.
"Since it's your first, I'm starting with ten. For now, you don't have to count, but I expect you to be able to tell me why you are being punished afterwards," Derek said, and Stiles nodded.
"Yes, alpha," he whispered, and Derek pulled his hand back and landed a semi-hard slap. Stiles jolted, and Derek scented the air to see if he could smell Stiles's distress, but Stiles was more turned on than ever. Derek continued to spank Stiles until he reached ten, each increasing in intensity until Stiles was crying in his lap and babbling about something Derek couldn't understand.
Derek quickly pulled him to sit in his lap, comforted Stiles, and held him tight.
"You did so well for me," Derek whispered. "My very good boy," he praised, and Stiles's sniffles tampered off. "Was that too much?"
"No, definitely good. Would a hundred percent do again, five out of five stars," Stiles babbled, and Derek laughed.
"Now, tell me, why did you get spanked?" Derek asked, and Stiles calmed down and pulled back to meet Derek's forest green eyes.
"I didn't listen to you. I stripped fully naked and fingered myself open because I was too desperate," Stiles said, and Derek grinned and kissed him sweetly. Stiles moaned into the kiss and wrapped his arms around Derek's neck.
"Please," Stiles begged when Derek pulled back to start mouthing at his neck. The need to be filled was too overpowering, and he wanted Derek's cock.
"Shhh, little one, you will get my cock after I eat you out first," Derek whispered, and he moved them so Stiles was on his back with his head on the pillows. His face softened when Stiles whined loudly, but he went submissive and spread his legs further apart.
Derek leaned down, licked at the lube on Stiles's thighs, and briefly wondered where Stiles found flavoured lube. He went down for another lick, and he couldn't stop once he started. Sure, it was lube, but he was so close to Stiles's scent, and some of Stiles's natural musk was mixed in with the lube, and Derek was obsessed. He licked Stiles's thighs clean of lube before licking a fat stripe at Stiles's hole. Stiles moaned loudly, and his hands gripped Derek's hair.
"Oh god, Der," Stiles moaned, back arching as he threw his head back further into the pillows.
The scent of Stiles's spiked arousal had only added to Derek's hunger, and he started to eat Stiles out seriously. He sucked, kissed, licked and bit at Stiles's hole. He thrust his tongue in and out of Stiles's hole, and the human moved down to meet his thrust, pushing Derek further in. Stiles had his hands in Derek's hair and kept the alpha in place as he got lost in the pleasure and squirmed on the bed.
"ALPHA!" Stiles cried out when his first orgasm came from Derek's tongue. Derek pulled away from Stiles's hole and wiped his face before quickly shoving two fingers into Stiles's hole before his orgasm was even over, and Stiles cried again at the sudden intrusion.
"Shhh, I need to open you properly so I don't hurt you," Derek said, running his free hand through Stiles's hair, and Stiles leaned into the touch.
"I- opened- myself," Stiles panted between moans, and Derek hummed.
"My fingers are a lot bigger than yours, and so is my cock," Derek said. And Stiles whined, and he gripped the sheets. When Derek was three fingers deep, he pulled out, and Stiles whined at a loss, but his whine stopped short when Derek stood on his knees, took off his shirt, and stepped off the bed to strip out of his jeans, and Stiles's mouth dropped open.
"Oh fuck," Stiles muttered, dropping his head on the bed. "You're going to kill me, death by cock." Stiles breathed out, and Derek chuckled.
"I'll go slow at first, okay?" Derek said, and Stiles hummed. "Tell me if it's too much," Derek said, positioning himself between Stiles's legs and wrapping the boy's legs around his waist. "Do you want it soft and slow or fast and hard?" Stiles's mouth opened to protest."I know you already said rough, but I wanna make sure, especially after you already had an orgasm," he said, and Stiles huffed.
"Still the same, alpha," Stiles said, and Derek moaned, and he leaned forward to kiss Stiles's lips as he started to push in.
Stiles gasps into the kiss, and suddenly, hands are gripping Derek's biceps, nails no doubt leaving marks that would heal in seconds, and Derek pauses, allowing Stiles to adjust. Stiles breathes heavily for several moments before nodding, and Derek pushes in again, inch by inch. Stiles whines as he is being split open, and his grip on Derek's arms tightens until Derek bottoms out. Derek is panting in Stiles's neck, body tense with the effort not to start moving as Stiles feels like a tight virgin around his cock. It is so warm and tight that Derek is losing control.
"God, Stiles," Derek whispered, pushing himself higher off Stiles to check on the human. Stiles's mouth was hung open, and he was blinking several times.
"Yup, death by cock," Stiles said, but his pupils were blown wide with lust.
Derek pulls out half an inch to test the waters before pushing back in, and when Stiles whines and meets his thrust, Derek pulls out before slamming into Stiles. Stiles clings to him as Derek growls into Stiles's ear as his control over himself is lost and is fucking into Stiles without abandon.
He could feel his fangs begin to grow and claws begin to extend. Derek was about to seize all movements in favour of controlling himself, but that was when Stiles opened his eyes, and one look at Derek's red alpha eyes, the fangs, and the claws made him moan loud and high-pitched as he clenched around Derek's cock.
"D-don't," Stiles said out of breath. "Hold back, please, Der. Lose control, you won't hurt me," Stiles said, and Derek nodded and decided to have the same faith in his control as Stiles had in his.
"That's it, take my cock so well," he said, listening to Stiles's whines and noises. The only thing he heard and smelt was arousal. "Taking it like a flesh toy, letting your alpha use your body as he please," he continued, and Stiles's mouth dropped open, and more noises emerged. "You know why?" When Stiles doesn't answer, Derek chuckles. "Because your body is mine to play with. Your little clit," he strokes at Stiles's cock, and Stiles lets out a choked-off moan and pleads start to tumble out of his mouth. Derek let go of Stiles's cock. "Your orgasms," Derek continues and doesn't stop his movement. He swirls a finger in Stiles's cum and lifts it to the human's mouth, shutting him up by shoving his fingers in, making Stiles eat his cum. Stiles whined loudly as Derek's movement hadn't faltered once, and his prostate was being abused relentlessly, and Stiles was overcome with pleasure. "And your little greedy cunt," and Stiles's eyes roll just as he shoots a streak of white cum between them and clenches hard around Derek's cock.
"ALPHA!!!!" Stiles had screamed from behind Derek's fingers, and Derek gripped both of Stiles's hips and stood on his knees, lifting Stiles so his bottom half was elevated, and he pounded away at Stiles, causing the human to feel as if he was being fucked into the mattress and Stiles's hands flew everywhere. Two orgasms had left him increasingly oversensitive, but he couldn't bring himself to care when Derek's delicious cock was thrusting in and out of his greedy hole.
"Fuck, so fucking good," Derek said, and Stiles felt like nothing more than a toy with the way Derek was chasing his pleasure. "Such a good little plaything," he muttered, and Stiles whined and felt his cock give a valiant attempt at growing hard again, but he was too spent. "Mine, all fucking mine, my mate," Derek said, eyes flashing red, and he leaned down and started sucking at Stiles's neck. Stiles moaned at the change of angle and Derek's mouth on his neck that he knew would leave a huge mark. Derek cums a second later, cum spilling into his ass, and Stiles is so glad for his past self, having convinced Derek that for their first time, they won't use condoms. Derek is a werewolf. After all, he can't contract or spread anything, so they are safe. It's not like Stiles could get pregnant anyway.
Stiles felt Derek push himself off him and slowly pull out of Stiles, causing the human to wince. Derek laid on his back, catching his breath, before he reached the bedside table to grab the towel and moved to clean Stiles up. Stiles hummed, body too weak to move as he let Derek wipe the cum off of him. Derek then threw the towel away, grabbed the water bottle, and helped Stiles sit up. Stiles winced, and Derek immediately pulled the pain away from him.
"I wasn't too rough, was I? It's your first time," Derek said worriedly, but Stiles shook his head.
"It was amazing, Der. Didn't know you were a dirty talker in bed, though; I love it," Stiles said, and Derek blushed and busied himself with opening the water bottle and guiding Stiles to take small sips.
"Wanna sleep or shower first?" Derek asked, and Stiles felt Derek's cum leaking from his hole.
"Shower," he said, and Derek nodded. When half the bottle was done, Derek fed Stiles a few pieces of chocolate before carrying the human to the bathroom and getting the shower ready. Stiles was all too ready to be pampered by Derek and was glad he wasn't the only one needing physical contact.
Later that night, Derek was spooning Stiles from behind, keeping the human wrapped tightly in his arms, and Stiles melted into his boyfriend, his mate's arms and fell asleep with a content smile.
~~~
Stiles woke up the following morning feeling content, sore, and giddy.
He slept with Derek Hale last night.
He had sex with Derek Hale last night.
He lost his virginity to Derek Hale last night.
He couldn't be happier, and he rolled over to greet his boyfriend for the first time but frowned when he was met with an empty bed. He sat up and hissed at the ache in his lower back and ass but couldn't fight the smile that he could still feel Derek in him. He reached down to the ground to grab his boxers, threw them on, and then grabbed one of Derek's hoodies and put that on. He located his jeans, but he didn't want to wear them right now, so he grabbed Derek's sweatpants and rolled them up around the waist and ankles to fit better. He yawned and saw that the clock read twelve-thirty, and his eyes widened.
"So much for a lazy morning of sex," he muttered and went downstairs, still yawning and rubbing sleep from his eyes. He could hear growling and muttering, but his sleepy mind didn't think much of it. It wasn't until he got to the bottom of the staircase and dropped his hands from his face that he realized the situation he had walked in.
The first thing he noticed was the pack: Lydia, Allison, Malia, Isaac, Jackson, Cora, Erica, Boyd, Scott, Liam, Peter and Derek were chained up in chairs bolted to the ground in front of the large window. He blinked several more times, ensuring what he saw was correct before registering what had happened. He turned, ready to defend whoever/whatever did this to his pack, but stopped dead when he saw who it was. His jaw dropped, and his eyes widened, and he froze.
"Don't you dare hurt him," Derek growled, flashing red eyes at the hunters.
"Dad?" Stiles whispered, causing all his friends to snap their heads over to Stiles in confusion. "Papa?"
"Stiles," Castiel whispered in relief and walked over to pull his son in for a hug. Stiles was still in shock, so he didn't hug back, but his face morphed into a frown.
"What are you doing here?" Stiles asked, stepping back from his papa. The last time they talked, it wasn't a happy conversation, and Stiles was still upset with his parents.
"I should be asking why you came upstairs looking like you just woke up and wearing clothes that are two sizes too big," Dean said, crossing his arms disapprovingly.
"Dean," Sam scolded and turned to his nephew. "Hey, Stiles," Sam said, and Stiles spared his uncle a short smile. He and Sam always got along, and he was the only person in his family that he gave a proper goodbye and had talked to over the three years he'd been at Beacon Hills.
"Uncle Sammy," Stiles said, sidestepping Castiel and avoiding Dean's gaze. "What's going on?"
"You know these people?" Jackson asked, and Stiles was suddenly reminded that he wasn't the only one. Fear rolls off of him in waves, and all the wolves growl possessively, causing Dean to yank his son behind him and point a gun.
"WOAH!" Stiles yelled, jumping in between Dean's gun and the pack. "Dad put the gun down. What the Hell are you doing here?"
"They're werewolves, Stiles. Wanna tell me why you are sporting a hickey and walked out of a room in a werewolf's den?" Dean asked, anger evident in his voice, and Castiel stepped forward, placing a hand on his husband's shoulder, pushing him back a bit.
"That's none of your business," Stiles stated, crossing his arms and meeting his father's angry look with one of his own. "You kept major secrets from me. I'm allowed the same."
"So you're sleeping with one," Dean scoffed. "Who? The alpha?" Stiles looked down to his feet, and Dean's gun pointed at Derek and fired. Stiles screams and rushes to Derek to see the bullet hit his side. And Stiles placed one hand over the wound and then turned to his father.
"Give me a bullet," Stiles demanded angrily but also a little emotional.
"No-" Dean started, but Sam and Castiel glared at him before Sam grabbed Dean's gun to take out a bullet, opened it and poured the wolfsbane on the table. He lit the ashes, causing a blue flame to erupt and then pushed the ashes into his hand and nudged Stiles aside so he could make the lit ashes into Derek's wound. Alpha screamed in pain, and Stiles held onto his hand tightly. "What the hell, Sammy?"
"Your son cares about this man. Try not to kill him if you want a chance to rebuild a relationship with him," Sam said, turning his famous bitch face on Dean. His face softened when he turned to Stiles, who had a few tears rolling down his face and was just in time to see Derek yank his hand out of Stiles's grip the best he could while tied up.
"You're a Winchester, a hunter," Peter growled from beside them, and Stiles blinked and looked down with a slight nod. Peter growled loudly, eyes flashing blue and struggled in his restraints. Dean aimed his gun, but Castiel quickly stepped in the way.
"I'm sorry," Stiles whispered when Peter stopped trying to escape, but his eyes were still electric blue and glaring at Stiles.
"Have you seen Bobby?" Sam asked, and Stiles stood up and shook his head. He wiped at his tears quickly, avoiding eye contact with his friends.
"Why?" Stiles asked, sniffling and turning to his family.
"He hadn't checked in, and we can't get a hold of him," Castiel explained, and Stiles grew alarmed.
"We tracked him here. He was hunting a pack of werewolves," Dean said, glaring at the pack.
"They didn't do anything. There hasn't been another pack in Beacon Hills aside from them, and they would never hurt Bobby," Stiles defended immediately, and Dean scoffed.
"You can't trust them," Dean said, and Stiles's jaw tensed.
"They didn't do it, Dad. Because I'm a part of this pack, I see them every day at school and hang out with them constantly. If something suspicious were to happen, I would've known about it, but most importantly, they don't harm anyone that isn't a threat or has attacked them first," Stiles said, ready to start yelling if Dean didn't believe him.
"Noticed anything suspicious recently?" Sam asked, and Stiles sighed and shook his head.
"Sheriff doesn't have anything to say," a female voice said, walking into the loft. "Stiles, sweetie, how are you," Ellen said with a huge smile and walked over with open arms. Stiles relaxed and rushed over to hug Ellen.
"Hey, Ellen," he said, pulling back and grinning at the blonde behind her.
"Missed me?" Jo asked, raising her eyebrows. And Stiles laughed and pulled his best friend in for a tight hug. "What did I miss? Dean looks two seconds from killing someone."
"Almost did," Stiles whispered back before pulling away but keeping one arm wrapped around her shoulder. "I'm untying them."
"Like hell you are," Dean growled, and Stiles gulped and turned to his father.
"Yes, I am. They are my friends, my pack. You are going to leave the loft, and I'll meet you at Noah's house," Stiles said.
"Pack?" Jo asked from beside him, and Stiles nodded but didn't take his eyes off Dean.
"You sure, Stiles?" Ellen asked from behind him, and Stiles nodded again. "Dean, come on," she said, and Dean was about to protest, but Ellen levelled him with a look, and he glanced from Stiles, the pack and Ellen.
"I'm staying with Stiles," Jo declared and turned to her mother, telling her she wasn't backing down. The adults sigh, Castiel and Sam shove at Dean until he moves, and the teens wait until they all leave the loft and Stiles sagged against Jo. "Fun family reunion." Stiles snorted, turned to the pack, and gulped.
"You're a hunter?" Allison asked. "A Winchester? My father talked about your family like you were legends."
"That's because they are. Winchesters are the brutal and worst of all the hunter families out there," Peter hissed and tugged at his restraints again.
"If I untie you, would you let me walk away with all my limbs attached?" Stiles asked a bit, hopefully.
"How about you tell us why you lied?" Jackson hissed, his eyes flashing electric blue.
"I'm confused," Jo whispered to Stiles, and Stiles sighed and dropped his arm from around her shoulder to rub at his face.
"This is the Hale and McCall pack," Stiles said, waving to them. "Scott," he pointed to Scott, who was looking at him like a kicked puppy, "is a true Alpha. He is the alpha of the McCall pack, which consists of Liam, his bitten beta, Lydia, Malia, who technically is a Hale, and Allison. Then we have Derek Hale, alpha of the Hale pack, which consists of Isaac, Erica, Boyd and Jackson. Peter is Derek's uncle who killed his sister and tried to kill him, and Derek slashed his throat, but he used Lydia—a banshee—to come back to life." Stiles introduced themself quickly to Jo and then fidgeted with his fingers and looked down at his feet. "Derek's also my mate."
"Mate?" She asked, raising her eyebrows and looking between Stiles and Derek, who was half-shifted into his beta form.
"Yup," Stiles said, took a deep breath and then turned to the pack. Slowly, he walked over to Derek first, and Jo pulled out her gun just in case. Stiles kneeled to undo the restraints on Derek's ankles first, realizing the ropes were dipped in wolvesbane. When Derek didn't move or try to kick him once his ankles were free, he stood up and reached for the ties on Derek's wrist.
"I'm sorry," Stiles whispered as he worked on the restraints, Derek glaring alpha red eyes at him and Stiles not looking at him. "I-I didn't mean to lie to you or trick you."
"Too late," Derek grunted, yanking his wrist out of the ropes before Stiles had fully undid them. "Do Allison's first. She would help with the rest of them," he commanded, not looking at Stiles but at Jo, whose gun was raised halfway. Stiles nodded and walked over to Allison and did the same.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Allison asked, and Stiles shrugged.
"You or your father didn't recognize me, and I went by Stilinski instead of Winchester," Stiles said. Allison nodded once she rubbed at her wrist to get some blood flow in and immediately went to undo Lydia's restraint.
"Leave," Derek commanded, looking directly at Stiles.
"Let me explain-"
"Leave," he roared, and Stiles slumped and nodded. He walked away, looking back at Derek several times before dragging Jo. He waited until he was in the elevator before breaking down and crying, aware that the betas could all hear him, but he didn't care. Jo didn't say anything aside from wrapping an arm around him, pulling him close, and letting him cry.
~~~
Stiles was sitting in the living room of Stilinski's residence, looking through their files on the case Bobby was working on. He still avoided Dean and Castiel as much as possible and sat between Jo and Sam. No one commented on his red, puffy eyes, which went straight into work.
By nightfall, they all retired to the motel except Jo, and the two went up to Stiles's room and collapsed on his bed. They had shared beds enough time growing up as their families were always close. Stiles didn't talk, and Jo didn't point out that she noticed his silent tears.
~~~
Dean made him go to school the following day while they checked out the places they circled last night. Stiles was in the hoodie he stole from Derek and his jeans. He dragged himself to his jeep and drove to school on autopilot. He wanted nothing more than to drive to Derek's place and beg the alpha to listen to him, but he didn't know what to say. How can he convince Derek that he didn't do anything in a malicious attempt at trying to kill him? He isn't Kate.
The thought of Kate made Stiles clench his hands around the wheel and mentally slap himself for how similar both situations looked.
"DEREK!" Stiles yelled, banging on the loft door, and suddenly, it was yanked open by Cora, who was glaring at him with gold eyes. "Cora is De-"
"You have some nerve showing up here," she growled, and Stiles slumped his shoulders.
"You're mad, I get it, but I didn't keep this from you guys because I was working a job," Stiles said, and Cora rolled her eyes, gripped Stiles's throat and slammed against the wall beside the door.
"You're a hunter who lied about it and wormed his way into the bed of the alpha," she growled, tightening her grip on Stiles's throat. Stiles gasped for air and tried hitting her arm to let him go.
"Let him go," Derek said, walking over, and Cora reluctantly dropped Stiles, who collapsed to the ground, gasping and taking in big gulps of air. The Hale siblings stood there, arms crossed, looking down at the hunter.
It took Stiles five minutes to breathe properly, and he backed himself up until he was against the wall and looked up at Derek—who was looking at him with hurt, betrayal and anger.
"I'm sorry," Stiles whispered, pushing himself to stand up. Neither Hale said a word. "I had no idea there was a pack of wolves here. I had no idea the Hale pack was even real. I heard rumours from other packs-"
"That you killed," Cora interrupted, and Stiles looked down ashamed. Cora's eyes flashed again, and she was about to lung at him when Derek's arm shot out and held her back.
"What I said was true. We moved around a lot because of the jobs they took on, and I was barely ever in school. My dad and papa wanted to give me a normal life and brought me to Beacon Hills, thinking it was safe from the things that bump in the night, and I stayed with Noah. Who isn't my uncle but more of a distant family friend, and he didn't know anything about the supernatural world. I was supposed to live out four years of high school and then go back to hunting after I had a taste of normal life. I wasn't here for a messed up plan to kill you guys or anyone," Stiles explained, and the Hales were quiet.
"Why didn't you kill Scott when he was bitten?" Derek asked, and Stiles gulped and looked away.
"I almost did," he admitted, seeing Derek's eyes flash red from the corner of his eye. "I stopped because of you," Derek growled and shoved Stiles up against the wall by his shoulders.
"Don't you fucking dare play that card on me," he growled out, fangs elongating, fur growing on his cheeks and beta shifting.
"It's not a lie," Stiles protested. "When you told us that you wanted to kill the alpha because he was unhinged and killing people, I started to rethink everything I knew. I would've thought you wanted to help in the killings or get in his pack, but you helped save people. You saved Noah from nearly getting run over by a car on parent-teacher night. You were more than a monster that needed to be put down, and I couldn't do it. I promise, Derek, it's the truth." Stiles pleaded. He wanted so badly for Derek to at least believe that he was telling the truth. If they break up and Derek never wants to see Stiles again, then so be it, but Stiles can't live with himself if he believes he is unlovable. "Please," he whispered. Derek searched his face for a few seconds before stepping back, placing Stiles on the ground, and shifting back to normal. He said nothing.
"Why didn't you tell us when we got closer? Were you ever going to?" Cora asked, torn between believing Stiles and not.
"Truthfully, no," Stiles admitted. "I always thought that I could've slipped away after graduation, but when Derek and I got together, I nearly said it, but I couldn't bring myself to. I knew it would end badly. I just wanted to live in the good moments while it lasted because it was good. I never felt more loved and cherished than I did during those three months, and it was selfish of me, I know, but I wanted it."
"Is there another pack in Beacon Hills?" Scott asked, stepping into Stiles's view, and Stiles realized that the entire pack was there.
"Yes," Stiles said, sniffling. "We think it's a pack of alphas."
"A pack of alpha's?" Erica asked in disbelief.
"Is that even possible?" Isaac asked, walking up to Cora and wrapping an arm around his girlfriend to try and calm her.
"Yes," Derek said, looking at Stiles in a way that told the hunter that the wolf had pulled up his walls and shut off his feelings.
"Who is Bobby?" Liam asked.
"My uncle," Stiles said.
"You have two dads," Malia pointed out, and Stiles nodded.
"Sam, the tall one, is my uncle. Ellen is my aunt, and Jo is my best friend. Ellen and Bobby are not genetically related to us, but we are extremely close, and I grew up with them just as much as with my parents," Stiles explained, trying to reign in his emotions.
"What do you know about the alpha pack?" Derek asked, and Stiles shrugged. He reached into his backpack, pulled out a copied file of what Dean had brought yesterday, and handed it to Derek.
"That's all I know," he said. "There's not much in there, but they are gathering information as we speak."
"We're going to help because this is my territory, but once this is done, I want you out of Beacon Hills," Derek said calmly, but Stiles could see in his eyes that it hurt the alpha to say out loud.
"No killing them, and they won't kill you, and I'll be out once Bobby is back," Stiles agreed, and Derek gave a short nod and turned and walked away.
"School, all of you," he said over his shoulder, and Stiles watched as the pack filed out, either not meeting Stiles's eye or glaring at him as they passed. Stiles waited until they were all gone and waited until he could hear cars driving away before turning to Derek, who had his back to him, standing in the middle of the room.
"I'm not Kate. I know it looks similar, but I cared about you. I wanted to be your mate. I wanted to be yours so badly. The week I didn't contact you was because I knew I was keeping this a secret from you. I wanted to be fair to you and keep my distance, but I couldn't. I just couldn't. I wasn't strong enough. I was falling in love with you, and I couldn't walk away unless you pushed me away. I am so sorry, Derek. I wish I didn't do this to you; if I could go back, I would've been upfront about who I was-"
"Why didn't you?" Derek asked, not turning to meet Stiles.
"Dad told me to keep it a secret. I couldn't say who they were or go into much detail about why I moved in with my uncle, and it was safer and easier to slip away once I graduated," Stiles whispered. "I'll leave if you want me to. I'll lose your number if you want me to, but please believe that I didn't do this with the intent of using you or hurting you. I truly fell in love with you, and everything I said about my feelings was true. Everything I said about our future was true as well. I want to be your mate, I want forever with you, I want a mating bite, I want it all." He was silently crying by now, and he knew he revealed too much, but he needed Derek to believe him.
"Leave, Stiles," Derek said after several minutes of tense silence. Stiles nodded and quietly left the loft.
~~~
Stiles sat in the school courtyard during lunch, pushing around his food. His friends had all ignored him during school despite his best efforts to try and talk to them. They were inside the cafeteria while Stiles was outside, and Stiles didn't have the heart to eat.
"Hiya," Jo said, startling Stiles and the skinny teen looked up to see his best friend slide into the seat beside him.
"What are you doing here?" Stiles asked with a frown but was relieved when he saw Jo.
"What, I can't sit with my best friend at lunch?" She asked sassily, and Stiles rolled his eyes and dropped his fork. He deadpanned Jo, and she sighed. "They don't think it's an alpha pack anymore." Stiles perked up and leaned in closer. "We found some other evidence, something in the persevere," she handed Stiles her phone to show him the picture of the hanging decapitated head from a tree branch.
"Holy hell," Stiles grimaces but sends the photo to his phone and then texts it to Derek with the location.
"Yeah, but that's not why I'm here," Jo said, and Stiles frowned and looked up at her. "Come on, you're miserable. Let's skip class and do something else."
"I'm fine, Jo," Stiles said with a sigh and picked up his fork to continue playing with his food.
"He's the same person you've been gushing to me about for the past year, right?" She asked, even though she already knew the answer. Stiles looked up with a fond smile and nodded. "He's a werewolf."
"Not you, too," he groaned, but she shook her head and held her hands in defence.
"Dean can't say shit about you or, more specifically, what you can and can't date," Jo said, and Stiles snorted and nodded. "He's trying, you know."
"Try harder," Stiles muttered angrily and stabbed his meat angrily.
"I agree, he's being an ass, but he's still your dad," she said, and Stiles's shoulder slumped.
"I would've been fine with it had they told me earlier, not the day they were shipping me off," Stiles said and gave up on his food and pushed the tray away. "I've always wondered why it felt like a piece of me was missing, and now I know why. They kept this from me my entire life."
"No argument there," she said. She and Stiles had had this conversation many times, especially when he had first moved to Beacon Hills when the fight with his parents was still fresh. "But, hey, you made a good group of friends. Joined a pack."
"Nearly got killed by an alpha feral werewolf, who turned out to be Peter Hale, who was trying to get revenge on the Argents for burning him and his family. Then, I nearly got killed by a kanima, got paralyzed several times, and held a paralyzed Derek up in the pool for two hours. That kanima turned out to be Jackson, and now there's someone decapitating people and hanging them up on trees," Stiles muttered, Jo blinking a few times as Stiles had left out these details during their daily text. "My boyfriend, whom I'm in love with, hates me, the friends, the pack I made hates me, and now Uncle Bobby is missing."
"If it helps," she whispered. "Gabe's here," she said, and Stiles snorted a laugh and shook his head.
"Good," he said.
"When was the last time you shot a gun?" She asked, and Stiles shrugged. "Well, let's go. While I was out with my mom, I saw a great area to do some gun practice, and it's been too long. I want my competition back."
"Oh?" Stiles asked, raising his eyebrows in a challenging manner. "I'm gonna beat you, Harvelle."
"In your dreams, Winchester," she said challengingly, and Stiles narrowed his eyes at her before jumping up, and the two ran off to his jeep. Both were unaware of the pack having listened in to their conversation.
~~~
It was awkward. Dean, Cas, Sam, Ellen, Jo, Derek, Peter, Cora, Isaac, Erica, Boyd, Lydia, Allison, Scott, Liam, and Malia were all in Stiles's living room. Since Derek agreed to meet with the hunters and not kill anyone, Stiles had everyone come to his place. Everyone glared at each other, and the hunters stood while all the wolves, banshee, werecoyate, and Allison sat.
"Hi," Stiles said, unable to keep the silence any longer. "I'm Stiles Winchester, son of Dean Winchester and Castiel. Dean is a hunter, and Castiel is an angel, making me a Nephilim."
"A what?" Isaac asked, raising an eyebrow.
"A Nephilim," Stiles repeated. "Half angel, half human."
"You can't be a Nephilim thing," Jackson scoffed. "You can hardly walk on a good day."
"Well, I don't have my grace," Stiles said, glaring at his parents before looking at Jackson. "I'm not as uncoordinated as you might believe." Jackson rolled his eyes but didn't protest anymore. "Anyway," Stiles walked to standing in front of Sam. "This is Sam Winchester, my uncle, also a hunter, and his boyfriend Gabriel, the archangel from the bible. Then we have Ellen and Johanna Harvelle, my aunt and best friend, but they aren't blood-related to me but family nonetheless." Stiles moved to stand behind the couch. "Derek Hale, alpha of the Hale pack, werewolf-"
"Stiles, we know," Castiel cut in and Stiles sighed.
"Well, someone talks, or else I'm going to keep introducing everyone until we all know every little detail about each other," Stiles muttered, crossing his arms and staring at his parents.
"The picture of the decapitated head, do you know what did that?" Derek asked, leaning his elbows on his knees and looking directly at Dean.
"How do you know that?" Dean asked, narrowing his eyes at Derek.
"Stiles," Derek simply said, and Dean glared at his son, who glared back.
"A witch," Sam said.
"Do we know who or what?" Stiles asked, rolling the couch and sitting on the ground looking up.
"That pumpkin we don't, but it's a ritual of sorts," Gabriel said, snapping his fingers, and a lollipop appeared in his hand, causing the pack to look over with a mixture of shock and confusion.
"It's not Bobby, right?" Stiles asked, and Dean shook his head.
"Do we know who it is?" Scott asked, and Sam shrugged.
"At the moment, there's no missing person," Sam said. "But they are lurking in the forest. We got attacked by one earlier today."
"During the day?" Stiles asked with a frown.
"We believe the sun amplifies their powers," Castiel continued, and Stiles turned to look out the window.
"So we go hunting for them now," Stiles said, and Dean nodded, pulling out his gun from his waistband to check the bullets.
"Get your weapons," Dean said to Stiles, who grabbed his car keys from the coffee table. "We are going to split up. I don't care how your pack splits up, but one hunter has to be a part of your team, and I'm going with Derek."
"Nope," Stiles said, standing up and crossing his arms over his chest. "Not happening. You will shoot or not have his back or leave him for dead. I'll go with Derek."
"Stiles," Dean sighed, but Stiles shook his head.
"I don't trust you with him," Stiles said, glaring at his father.
"Stiles," Dean tried again, but Stiles shook his head and stomped his foot. And Dean rolled his eyes and looked over to Castiel, defeated. "That's our son, babe." Castiel nodded, and Stiles grinned triumphantly.
"I call shotgun," Jo said, dragging Stiles out of the house with her.
~~~
They were parked on the edge of the preserve. Stiles exited his car and opened the trunk, pulling up a layer, and rows of weapons appeared.
"What the hell?" Jackson exclaimed, walking forward to examine the various weapons in Stiles's trunk. "You had this the entire time?"
"Yup," Stiles said absentmindedly as he put together a rifle.
"Dean, Scott, Malia," Sam said. "Myself, Peter, and Chris. Castiel, Allison, and Erica. Gabriel, Lydia, and Jackson. Ellen, Isaac, and Boyd. Jo and Cora. Stiles, Derek, and Liam." Sam continued giving each group sections of the forest to check, and then everyone was off begrudgingly with their groups.
~~~
"So..." Jo said, walking side by side with Cora, with her gun out, ready to shoot. "You're Derek's younger sister." Cora glared at her, eyes flashing gold. "Stiles talked about you a lot as well. Said you reminded him of me."
"That supposed to be a compliment?" She grunted, and Jo nodded.
"He sees me as a little sister despite us being the same age. Plus, Stiles protects those he considers family with his life," Jo explained, and Cora scoffed.
"Yet he lied to us," she said, and Jo stopped, shooting an arm out to stop Cora as well and make the werewolf look at her.
"He lied because he had to. The Winchester name gets much attention from bad people, and Stiles couldn't risk that. I know you hate him for it. I would've, too, but know, Stiles never lies maliciously. If he does, it's to protect people," she said thoughtfully, and Cora yanked her arm out of Jo's hold and continued walking. Jo sighed quietly and then caught up with Cora.
~~~
Liam darted his eyes from Stiles and Derek, who were both before him. Stiles was more graceful and less like a newborn horse learning to walk for the first time.
"So, when did you learn to shoot a gun?" Liam asked conversationally.
"Since I was born," Stiles said with a shrug.
"You seem comfortable like this," Derek commented reluctantly.
"Not the first time I've had to walk through woods at night looking for something that could kill me in their sleep," Stiles admitted, glancing over at Derek multiple times as he spoke.
"So why the act?" Derek couldn't help but ask, and Stiles sighed and shrugged.
"I couldn't do anything that would cause people to ask questions. So I figured if I were uncoordinated and clumsy, no one would think about me being a... Um..." Stiles admitted.
"Hunter," Derek finished.
"Have you killed anyone before?" Liam asked, and Stiles glared at the beta, who whined and looked down at his shoes.
~~~
The hunters and pack worked well together once everyone stopped glaring or growling at each other. It was only a couple of days before they took down the witch and destroyed whatever ritual she was beginning to do and found Bobby. Castiel and Gabriel healed him from his injuries, and the Winchester and Harvelle bunch sat at a diner in Beacon Hills.
~~~
"Well, kiddo, it was nice having you around," Noah said, patting Stiles on the shoulder as they moved the last of Stiles's stuff into the cars.
"Thanks," Stiles said, pulling Noah in for a quick hug. "I better not get a call from anyone saying you died because you ate curly fries. Watch what you eat." The sheriff rolled his eyes, sighed and walked back into his house.
"Can't talk you out of it?" Dean asked, and Stiles shook his head.
"You two better not get into trouble," Ellen worried, and Stiles and Jo gave twin innocent looks that only worried her further. She quickly hugged her daughter and Stiles before getting into her car with Bobby in the passenger seat.
"Here," Castiel said, walking up to his son and handing him a vial hanging from a chain and glowing blue.
"Is that?" Stiles asked in disbelief, and Castiel nodded.
"It was wrong to keep it a secret from you," he said, and Stiles looked at what was his grace and then at his papa and then dad.
"Give it to me when we're back at the bunker. I want to learn to use my new angel mojo the second I get it back," Stiles said, and Castiel perked up.
"As long as you promise not to somehow fly to Heaven or Hell accidentally," Dean said, stepping forward.
"It's Stiles," Gabriel deadpanned.
"He could end up flying to another dimension while trying to sneakily get a cookie without leaving his room," Sam said, glaring at his nephew. Stiles squawked and whined.
"My Son," Dean said with a fond sigh and quickly pulled Stiles into a hug and then Castiel hugged Stiles before the teen got into the car.
"Let's go find your alpha," Jo exclaimed, and Stiles rolled his eyes and started driving towards Derek's loft as Dean drove out of town.
~~~
"I'll be back," Stiles said to Jo and exited the car. He took a shaky breath and entered the building and towards the elevator. He patted his pockets multiple times, ensuring it was all still there.
The elevator doors opened, and Stiles stepped out and knocked hesitantly on Derek's door. He waited a while and knocked louder this time, but there was still nothing. Stiles sighed and tried one more time, and this time, he heard a grunt, and then the loft doors slid open.
"Hi," Stiles said shyly, and Derek nodded. "I just packed up my stuff. My parents are leaving as we speak, and after this, I'll be out of Beacon Hills. I just wanted to give you this." Stiles reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out a square leather box, and then reached into his back pocket to pull out a folded sheet of paper. He handed both to Derek, who looked concerned and confused simultaneously.
"I don't want your gift, Sti-" Derek started, but Stiles shook his head.
"It was something that I was supposed to give today anyways," Stiles shrugged and ran a nervous hand through his hair. "You once told me you wanted to rebuild the Hale house. Make it a packed house like before," he gestured to the box. "Those are the new keys to the rebuilt house. When you told me that, I immediately called in some favours and got the house rebuilt quietly. I ensured they kept the same design but added a few floors. There's a basement with chains for new wolves and a supernatural-proof gym. The main floor is for pack hangouts and meetings, and the back part has a place for an emissary and a little hospital for anyone to heal. I already stocked it with different kinds of wolfsbane just in case, and Deaton and Melissa have been slowly stocking it with medical supplies. There's also a weapons room for Allison and Chris's weapons, just in case. Then the other floors are bedrooms. Each comes with its bathroom, and I may or may not have taken a spell from a witch I stumbled upon years ago. The rooms are soundproof unless you are in danger. The magic in the walls will sense that and allow sound to travel outside the room. The soundproofing only works if the door is closed. Otherwise, it's a normal room," Stiles rambled, explaining the house. "That," he gestures to the paper, "is the blueprint."
"Stiles," Derek said slowly, looking at the two items in his hand. "I told you that over a year ago." Stiles blinked, confused at him, but then shrugged. "You had the house rebuilt way before we even started dating." He said slowly, and Stiles blushed and scratched the back of his neck.
"I've had a crush on you for a long time, and you deserve nice things to happen to you for once. This was the least I could do," Stiles rambled and dropped his arm. "There's a card inside the box. It has my personal number. I have to get rid of the one I currently have." Stiles fidgeted with the sleeve of his jacket and blushed again when Derek finally looked up at him. "If you need anything, help with whatever is in Beacon Hills, or to talk, you can reach out to me. I'll be there in a heartbeat—especially once I learn to fly with my grace. Although my uncles seem to believe I'll fly to Hell accidentally, which I think is unfair, once I learn to fly and get to my intended destination, I'll be here in seconds. If I can't fly, I'll drive like a madman and get here as soon as possible."
Derek stared at Stiles with so much conflict in his stance. On one hand, he was furious and hurt by the lie and betrayal from Stiles. But on the other hand, Stiles has proven time and time again that he wouldn't hurt the pack. Every time one of them was threatened during this hunt, Stiles threw himself between one of the pack members and the threat. Or when his father threatened to kill Peter after the two got into an argument, Stiles had stood up to Dean. It was evident. Especially now, with the rebuilt Hale house and the number, Derek didn't know what to do.
He hadn't heard a lie in Stiles's heartbeat like when Stiles talked about his family in the past. But then again, he couldn't be sure Stiles hadn't found a way to keep his heartbeat steady in a lie. Part of him told him he was overthinking everything, but Stiles's lie still hurts him.
Stiles stared at Derek, and when the werewolf still didn't say anything but stand there and study Stiles, the hunter whispered a quiet goodbye and left.
~~~
It's been ten months without contact from Derek or anyone else in Beacon Hills. Stiles expected this, but that doesn't mean it hurts any less.
He busies himself with learning how to use his new powers, new hunts, and doing everything he can to avoid going to Beacon Hills.
~~~
It's been ten months since Derek last saw Stiles, and he would never admit it, but he is going crazy. His wolf is going crazy, and he knows his pack can also sense it since they've been giving Derek a wide birth. He's on edge, and it doesn't help when there's a new big bad in the town, and it's a pack of alphas. He thought he could use it as a distraction, but it only made him miss Stiles more.
He nearly called Stiles every night since he saw the new Hale house, but every night, he stopped himself.
He doesn't blame Stiles anymore. No one in the pack blames Stiles anymore. Everyone misses him, but no one dares to mention his name whenever Derek is in hearing range, but Derek knows his betas. Scott and Peter have yelled at him to call Stiles when they needed help, but every time, Derek has refused.
What does he say?
He doesn't even know what to start with or if Stiles wants to be his mate in his life.
So, he stays quiet and never reaches out.
~~~
"Is he going to be okay? Tell me he's going to be okay," Cora demanded, tears in her eyes but her voice raw and filled with anger as she marched into the recovery wing of the pack house.
"Deaton and I will work on him," Melissa said softly, trying to guide the beta out of the room so she and the emissary have room to work on the alpha.
"Come on, baby, let them work," Isaac whispered to his girlfriend, tugging lightly to get her out of the doorway. She took one step back, far enough that the door would close, but faced inches away from the door. "He's going to be okay," he whispered, and she sniffled, trying not to let her tears fall.
"He fell two stories and landed on a broken escalator after being attacked by multiple alphas," she grunted and walked down the hall where the rest of the pack were gathered, either cleaning up each other's wounds or looking worried.
It was silent.
No one dared to say anything or make any sudden movements. Everyone looked around, knowing what everyone was thinking, but no one wanted to admit it.
Then, Deaton and Melissa round the corner and everyone stands up.
"His wounds aren't healing," Deaton said, holding up a hand when Peter and Cora opened their mouths to start talking. "Derek's inner wolf has been too wound up since his departure. Although they never officially mated, his wolf saw him as his mate, and the bond grew as they hung out more often."
"So you're saying Stiles needs to be here for his wolf to heal," Cora stated, and Deaton's face pinched.
"It might even be too late. Stiles may help, but there's no guarantee it would work. They've been apart for too long, and Stiles is human—well, not a werewolf, at least—so the bond is already one-sided. If Stiles doesn't want to be with Derek anymore or doesn't see Derek as a mate anymore, his wolf would sense that, and it won't work. Their bond has to be strong for it to work."
"That's the only way, I'm assuming," Peter said, hating that his sister's voice was ringing about mates and the importance of keeping them together.
"I'm afraid so," Melissa said.
"Who has Stiles's number?" Jackson asked, but everyone stayed silent.
"Derek keeps the card in his jacket pocket," Cora whispered and walked over to the kitchen counter where Derek's bloody jacket was thrown when they rushed the alpha into the house. She pulled out the card, pulled out her phone, and dialled the number before she could talk herself out of it.
The phone rang and rang and rang.
"Stiles can't be reached. Leave a message, and if it's important, call Dean or Sam," Stiles's voice filled through and then a loud beep.
"Hey, Stiles," Cora said, taking a deep breath. "It's Cora. Look, Derek is in trouble. He got hurt badly. He's at the pack house, and we don't know if he will make it. He told me that you told him to call whenever he needs help, and he needs you, Stiles, so ple-" The message was cut off, and Cora growled and slammed her phone down on the counter, ignoring that she broke the screen.
"How long?" Scott asked.
"Twelve?" Deaton said more like a question, and everyone dropped back into their seats, not knowing what to do.
~~~
All the wolves jumped to attention, shaking themselves out of sleep at the sound of fluttering wings, and then suddenly, Stiles and Castiel appeared in the living room.
"How is he? What happened? Couldn't Deaton heal him?" Stiles asked immediately, frantically looking around for Derek but not spotting the alpha. "Why do you all look like shit? Where is Derek?"
"What the fuck?" Jackson whispered, staring wide-eyed at Castiel and Stiles as if he had just seen a ghost.
"Derek. Now," Stiles urged, buzzing with frantic energy.
"Down the hall," Scott said, and Stiles sprinted off, followed by Castiel calmly walking behind his son.
Stiles burst through the doors to find Cora and Peter on either side of Derek's hospital-like bed and Deaton beside Cora, checking Derek over. Stiles gulped as he stared at a pale Derek with black veins along his neck and hands. Castiel walked past Stiles and over to Derek, placing two fingers on Derek's forehead and frowned.
"He needs his mate," Deaton said when Castiel tried to heal him again.
"What the hell happened?" Stiles whispered, not daring to take a step forward.
"We need you to be near him," Peter said, and Stiles gulped, looking up at the creepy beta with tears in his eyes. "It's been ten hours since we called you. We are losing time, so sit down, Stiles." Stiles nodded, walked over to the chair in front of Peter, and hesitantly reached for Derek's hand. Once their hands brushed, a low and quiet growl erupted from Derek's throat, and Stiles pulled back, thinking he had done something wrong.
"Hold his hand," Cora said, and Stiles looked at her, unsure, but she nodded, and Stiles hesitantly retook Derek's hand and, this time, gripped onto the alpha like his life depended on it.
"We need clothes that you've recently worn, something that would hold your scent strongly," Deaton said, and Stiles turned to his father, who gave him a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder and disappeared with the sound of fluttering wings.
"I think he just hit me with his wings," Peter said, looking confused as he rubbed his arm and looked at the spot Castiel had recently vacated.
Castiel reappeared with a bag of Stiles's clothing and handed them to Stiles, who looked up confused.
"Your scent needs to be the strongest. It would be best if it's only your scent," he explained, and Stiles—with one hand—emptied the bag and put them where Peter and Cora were telling him to place, which was around Derek's head.
"If you want to curl up on him, your neck is where your scent is stronger," Deaton suggested but shook his head.
"I don't want to violate him like that," Stiles said, staring at their joined hands. "Papa, you can't heal him?"
"No," Castiel admitted. "But I can help your friends outside; some of them have nasty cuts that aren't healing properly." Stiles nodded and looked at Derek, letting the tears fall from his eyes. Cora and Peter settled in the chairs in the corner of the room, allowing Stiles's scent to be the strongest around Derek, and Deaton left the room to check on the rest of the pack.
~~~
"Eat," Cora commanded and gave Stiles a takeout bag. Stiles shook his head, and Cora levelled him with a look.
"How did this happen?" Stiles asked softly, grabbing the bag from Cora and pulling out a curly fry without letting Derek's hand go. Cora and Peter told him about the alpha pack while they ate, and Stiles fought hard not to let his anger seep into his scent after both Cora and Peter growled at him about keeping his scent from spiking.
~~~
Twenty-four hours later, Derek hadn't woken up. Stiles hadn't left his side, but the alpha was slowly healing.
Cora and Peter had left them alone, and Stiles had whispered about what had happened in the past ten months of his life.
When Cora and Peter had re-entered the room, Stiles watched them warily.
"Still want to kill me?" He asked tentatively.
"No," Cora said. "Hate that you lied, but you didn't do it for malicious intent. Although, why did it take you ten hours to come?"
"Was in hell," Stiles shrugged, and the Hales narrowed their eyes at Stiles, wondering if he was speaking figuratively or literally.
"Actually?" Peter asked, and Stiles nodded.
"Had to save my stupid cousin, Jack," Stiles said with a na eye roll. "It was a mess, and Crowley was missing, so dealing with the other demons was a piece of work. I didn't see your message until I was back on Earth." The niece and uncle duo wore matching confused and disbelieving expressions, but neither questioned the hunter further.
"I'm just going to ignore that," Cora muttered, shaking her head.
"I'm not," Peter exclaimed, opening his mouth to ask another question, but Cora elbowed him in the ribs, and he glared at her.
"You don't have to tell me, but if you plan on walking out on Derek or not wanting to be his mate, tell him immediately. Don't drag it out," Cora said seriously, and Stiles nodded.
"Not planning on walking out unless he kicks me out again," Stiles said truthfully and laid his forehead on their joined hands. "Please don't push me away, Der. Please." He pleaded quietly, aware that the wolves could hear him but not caring. He only cared about one wolf hearing him.
~~~
Derek's eyes slowly fluttered open, and the first thing he registered was pain. The pain was shooting through every part of his body, and he clenched his jaw. He was breathing deeply to deal with the pain and keep from crying out or making a sound, not knowing where he was, and that's when he smelt it. It was his favourite vanilla, cinnamon with a hint of sour, and he knew it was Stiles. The sour smell was a bit stronger, and Derek panicked, knowing his boy was about to go into a panic attack. He sat up abruptly, unable to hold in the cry of pain, and he heard a chair scrape across the floor and then hands on his shoulder.
"Der? Are you okay? Let me get Deaton," Stiles rambled out sleepily and panicked.
"I'm fine," Derek grunted, breathing deeply to get through the pain flare. It took a couple of minutes for the pain to settle, a long couple of minutes of Stiles silently panicking beside him, and that's when Derek remembered what had happened.
"I could call Melissa, or Deaton, or my papa," Stiles suggested quietly, and Derek shook his head and removed his hand from Stiles's hand unwillingly.
"What are you doing here, Stiles?" Derek asked, not planning for it to come out so cold, but it did. The hunter's whiskey eyes flashed with hurt before Stiles looked down at his shoes.
"Cora called," he said and sat down in his chair. "Left me a voicemail saying you were hurt, and I came as quickly as possible. I was ten hours late, but I blame Hell for that. Hell is a pain in the ass to get out of, especially with your four-month-old cousin, who looks sixteen years old. I would've come sooner, but Hell doesn't have great phone reception, and then I passed out, and when I woke, I saw the message and flew here." Derek stared at Stiles, blinking slowly and wondering whether or not he should even question him.
"How long was I out?" Derek asked, and Stiles grabbed his phone from the nightstand where it was charging.
"Five days," Stiles said. "It's two in the morning. I know Melissa has an overnight shift. I should try Deaton. Want me to get Cora or Peter?"
"No," Derek said and stopped Stiles from calling someone. "Why are you here?"
"I just told you, Cora ca-"
"No, Stiles," Derek interrupted. "Why would you come if I was in trouble? Why do you care?" Stiles looked at Derek incredulously for a good minute before shaking his head.
"Because I love you. I haven't stopped loving you just because we weren't talking. When Cora called me, I was scared out of my mind, and the whole time you were unconscious, I couldn't stop thinking about the last time we saw each other. I didn't want that to be the last. I didn't want you to die hating me or thinking that I hate you. You are my mate; you needed help, and I came. That simple. It's not rocket science, sourwolf," Stiles huffed out, simultaneously annoyed and angry. He didn't know why he was angry. Maybe it was just the stress of the five days catching up to him.
"I don't hate you," Derek said, removing his hand from Stiles's phone. "It was a bad situation you were in. I wished you would've told me, but I know you didn't do it for some personal gain."
"You don't hate me?" Stiles asked cautiously, but Derek could see and smell the hope coming from Stiles.
"No," Derek said and took Stiles's hand in his. "How long are you staying?"
"As long as you'll have me," Stiles answered, moving his chair closer to Derek.
"Aren't your parents going to be worried?" Derek asked, and Stiles shook his head.
"Papa's already here. He ensured the rest of the pack was fine after the battle with the alpha pack. If you want me here, I'm here. You want me out, I'll leave—reluctantly, but I'll leave," Stiles admitted truthfully, and Derek searched his gaze, heartbeat, and scent for a trace of a lie, but there wasn't one. Derek tugged on Stiles's hand until the human stood up, and Derek acted on his wolf's instinct, pulled Stiles onto his lap, and buried his face in his scent. The hunter had squeaked but settled on Derek's lap and melted into the alpha's embrace, missing his strong arms wrapped around his body. "I've missed you," he admitted. Derek wanted to say it back but was still scared of Stiles breaking him again.
"Stay," Derek managed to say, and Stiles hummed and played with the hair on the back of Derek's neck, knowing the wolf liked that.
~~~
Two weeks later
Stiles was in the kitchen finishing lunch just as heavy footsteps could be heard, and then sweaty and hungry werewolves came into the kitchen, grabbing food.
"Two weeks, and he's already working us to the bone," Isaac whined, slumping on a stool at the counter. "Stiles, go do something to him."
"Like what?" Stiles scoffed. His relationship with the pack had almost completely turned to normal, even if he and Derek were still tiptoeing around each other.
"I don't know, have him fuck you or something. The dude is tensed as shit," Jackson said around his sandwich, and Stiles turned a glare at the jock. Stiles turned, left the kitchen, and returned to the house, where he could find Derek cleaning up the equipment he used on the betas and Scott.
"I think you killed them," Stiles called out, walking towards Derek, who turned back and shrugged.
"They'll heal," Derek said, and Stiles nodded, standing in front of Derek.
"Are you okay?" Stiles asked worriedly, and Derek nodded stiffly. "No, you're not. If you don't want to talk to me, then Cora, Peter, or someone else before you kill one of them while trying to train them."
"Why are you staying in my room?" Derek yelled out just as Stiles was about to turn and walk back into the house. Stiles frowned and blinked several times before he gulped and shrugged.
"Deaton, Cora and Peter kept telling me that I needed to be close for your recovery," he said with pink cheeks.
"Are you there because they told you or you want to?" Derek asked, and Stiles rolled his eyes and sighed.
"How many times do I need to tell you I love you? I want to mate with you, marry you, be in this pack and be by your side. Of course, I want to sleep in the same bed as you. I love falling asleep and waking up with your arms around me. I'm not doing this solely because someone else told me to. In case you forgot, I'm terrible at following commands," Stiles said, and Derek nodded slowly.
"Your father asked you to join a hunt," Derek pointed out, and Stiles raised his eyebrows, and Derek shrugged. "You answered the phone in the same room as me and put him on speaker while changing. It was hard not to hear what the conversation was about."
"Yes, he did, but I'm not taking it. Like I said, I'm staying," Stiles said challengingly, crossing his arms.
"I don't want you to leave your family," Derek said with a sigh.
"It's not like I don't talk to them," Stiles said, dropping his arms. "I speak to Jo constantly, and Jack text me all the time about the ways of the world that he learned. I spoke to my parents and Uncle Sam and Gabriel. I'm going to their wedding later this year, and I could always meet up with them when they pass by Beacon Hills."
"You're willing to drop everything and change your life's course to be here?" Derek asked, and Stiles rolled his eyes.
"I'll join a hunt or two here and there, but I'm staying here. With you," Stiles said, and Derek's resolve broke.
"Good," he said, yanking Stiles closer until he smashed his lips against the surprised hunter, who froze before balling his hands into fists at the front of Derek's shirt so the alpha wouldn't move. This was their first kiss since Derek found out who Stiles was, and if it was a one-time thing, Stiles wanted to cherish it and never wanted it to end. He poured all his emotion into the kiss, pulling Derek as close as possible.
Derek pulled back first, and Stiles couldn't help the whine that escaped his lips, but the alpha chuckled and rested their foreheads together, both breathing heavily to catch their breaths.
"I'm going to need some time to rebuild what we had," Derek whispered, and Stiles nodded. "And don't hide something that big from me again. Speaking of which, do you have something you aren't telling me?"
"I've been telling you everything for the past two weeks," Stiles admitted. Every night, to fill the silence, he would ramble about anything, and it was usually about his childhood, his training with Castiel to use his grace, something about Jo or a random hunt he was on.
"Good," Derek whispered before pulling Stiles back for another kiss.