Visions of a Half-Sleep

The Meeting

The gravel under his tires crunched as Stiles' jeep pulled into the lot by Derek's apartment. Throwing it into the park he sent a quick text back at Scott confirming he had just arrived and did have all the Pizzas the Pack asked for. What was better than a sudden impromptu meeting? A sudden impromptu meeting that you had to feed. Hopefully, ten large pizzas would do the trick.

The sun had disappeared behind thick dark clouds, the ozone taking on a sickly green pallor as the threat of a coming storm. Fat drops of rain plopped against his forehead, slightly matting his hairs against his skin. The rest of the Pack's cars were already there, parked in a neat line. The patches of the dry ground under them hint at them being parked there for a while.

Rain clouds just opened up, the showers getting heavy as he wrestles himself and the boxes into the building. Gently kicking open the door, he can hear the soft mumbling of the Pack. No one bothered to greet him as he tossed the pizza boxes onto the counter. The conversation died down as Stiles dug out enough clean plates setting them next to the boxes, sensitive noses picking up on the smell of cured meats and dough.

"Yo! Foods up," Stiles announces, quickly trying to swipe his own slices before a wolf bit them off. A stampede of teenage wolves barreled in, the sounds coming from the kitchen were like starving wild animals. Stiles couldn't get out of there fast enough, Stiles stumbled out into a solid body.

As he scrambled to keep his two slices from slipping onto the floor he heard, "it's about time you got here." Derek growled, glaring at Stiles in his typical greeting.

Stiles rolled his eyes; the scary guy shtick lost its effects a while ago... well mostly. "Hello to you too, Derek." They stood there in silence watching the other wolves file out of the kitchen, plates weighted down in pizza and even a few forgoing them for just a whole box instead.

Isaac, Erica, and Boyd were curled up on the couch sharing two boxes amongst them. Lydia was practically sitting on top of Jackson watching him eat in the love seat. Scott sat in one of the armchairs with Alisson sitting on the armrest. Leaving the last armchair for Derek.

Stiles followed them into the living room, leaning against the wall. "Alright, guys. So, this will have to be quick. I have to get back home," The Pack just look at him, with far too much interest, like he was the one who called the dumb meeting. "Any new information on those demon Samurai?"

"No. Nothing yet." Scott shook his head.

"Oh," Stile swiped at the grease pooled on his chin from a particularly large bite, "then what's with the emergency meeting? Hopefully, there isn't another big baddie in the woods again."

Scott was chewing on a piece of pizza, buying himself time to try and phrase his response. Before he can respond though, Derek took over, "We need to talk about this afternoon."

"Uh?" Stiles dropped his pizza on the plate, suddenly not hungry.

"Who were those guys at the school?"

"What?"

Derek's eyes narrowed. All of the Pack was looking at him skeptically, with apprehension and mistrust. Stiles's stomach sunk; they were looking at him like he wasn't Pack. "Who were the two thirty-something guys you drove off with?"

"Are we seriously having a meeting about Sam and Dean?" Only Scott seemed to have the decency to look slightly uncomfortable by that fact.

"Yes," Derek answered for all of them. He might not still be the Alpha but he still acted like it. "It is important to Pack business."

"More like none of your business." Stiles snapped, glaring at the older man.

"Scotts already told us everything he knows."