Not the same

Chapter 25

*Chris' P.O.V.*

You could practically cut the tension in the car with a knife. I looked at each of the guys looking for answers on their faces. "Okay to the bank." Dean announced, and we were off. I looked down at my phone that had just buzzed.

From:Sourwolf
Why do I need to meet you?

I had texted Derek to meet us when I got Scott. Not to spite Dean... entirely, but because I knew we would need his help.

To:Sourwolf
Yeah we might need your help.

Stiles glanced at my phone and stared at me with wide eyes. "What are you doing? I don't think it's a good idea to piss off the guy with a gun." He whispered to me. "We need his help, and I also have a gun." I whispered back. "Where did you get a gun?" He panicked. "From under my bed." He didn't look any less surprised.

From:Sourwolf
Your uncle hates me.

To:Sourwolf
Well yeah but we can work around it.

From:Sourwolf
I hate your uncle

I rolled my eyes. These two are going to have to work together.

To:Sourwolf
Deal with it we are going to need your help

I let out a long sigh. "You alright?" Dean asked. "Yeah, fine." I gave them a small smile. I laid my head on Stiles shoulder and fell asleep.

"What the hell is he doing here?" Dean exclaimed waking me up. I looked out of the windshield to see Derek leaning against his sleek black Camaro. "He's here to help." I sat back in the seat. "I thought you said he wasn't coming. You lied to me." Dean did not look happy. "No, I wouldn't say I lied, more like stretched the truth." Sam looked at me amused. "You said he wasn't coming how would that be stretching the truth."
"Well, okay, so maybe I lied." Derek walked over to the Impala once we all piled out. "Hey buddy, long time no see." Stiles said walking up to Derek, who shoved his hand into Stiles face pushing him away. Stiles just walked away pouting. "Okay I'm here. Why?" He asked me. "Good question, why the hell is he here?" They both looked at me expectantly. "We need your help... and you two can just suck it up."