A secret no one knows

training session

Stiles awoke in a soft bed, feeling the comforting warmth of his husband Alec beside him. He smiled as he watched Alec sleep, feeling a surge of love and gratitude for his presence. The institute was quiet at this hour, the only sound being the distant hum of activity from other parts of the building.

In another part of the institute, Willow woke up alone in her room. The solitude and the stillness of the room felt almost oppressive, and she wasn't ready to face another grueling day of training. She sighed and stretched, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep and the weight of her thoughts.

Stiles gently shook Alec awake. "Morning, love. Ready for another day of adventure?" he asked with a grin. Alec, still half-asleep, mumbled something incoherent but smiled back. After a few moments, he fully woke up and sat up, looking at Stiles with a determined expression.

"You convinced me to come along, remember?" Alec said, his voice now clear and steady. "I want to see what you do, and maybe I can help."

Stiles' heart swelled with pride and affection. He nodded. "Alright, let's get ready then."

The two of them got dressed quickly, choosing comfortable but practical clothing for the training session at the bunker. Once they were ready, they headed out to meet Willow. They found her waiting in the common area, looking a bit more composed but still a little hesitant.

"Hey, Willow," Stiles greeted her warmly. "You ready to go?"

Willow smiled weakly and nodded. "As ready as I'll ever be."

The three of them made their way out of the institute and headed to the bunker. The journey was quiet, each of them lost in their thoughts. When they arrived, they were greeted by Dean, Sam, Cas, and Jack, who were already there preparing for the training session.

"Morning, everyone," Dean called out, giving them a nod of acknowledgment. "Glad you could make it."

Cas approached them with his usual calm demeanor. "It's good to see you all. We're just about ready to start."

Jack, ever the enthusiastic one, beamed at them. "This is going to be great! We're going to learn so much today."

Alec looked around, taking in the sight of the bunker and the people who were important to Stiles. He felt a mix of curiosity and determination to prove himself.

As the training session began, the group quickly fell into a rhythm. They practiced various skills, from combat techniques to magical spells, each of them pushing their limits and supporting one another. Despite the initial reluctance, Willow found herself getting more into the training, her confidence slowly building with each successful spell.

Stiles, with Alec by his side, felt a renewed sense of purpose. Alec's presence was a reminder of why he fought so hard, why he trained so diligently. It was for the people he loved, for the future they were building together.

As the training session wound down, Alec, Stiles, and Willow found themselves sitting together with the Winchester brothers, Castiel, and Jack, enjoying some well-deserved rest. The atmosphere was relaxed, the tension of the training session melting away as they shared stories and exchanged banter.

"So, Stiles," Dean said, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Alec here tells us you're quite the troublemaker."

Stiles laughed, shooting a playful glare at Alec. "Oh, he does, does he? Well, let's just say we've had our fair share of adventures."

Sam chuckled. "Sounds like you two keep each other on your toes."

Alec nodded, smiling fondly at Stiles. "That's one way to put it. But we make a good team."

Willow, who had been listening quietly, decided to join the conversation. "It's impressive, the bond you all share. You can see it in the way you work together."

Castiel, ever observant, nodded in agreement. "Yes, there is a strong sense of loyalty and trust among you."

Jack, eager to contribute, chimed in. "I wish I had something like that growing up. It must be amazing to have people you can always count on."

Dean clapped Jack on the shoulder. "You've got us now, kid. We'll make sure you're never alone."

The warmth and sincerity in Dean's voice brought a smile to Jack's face. He nodded, grateful for the acceptance and support he had found among his newfound family.

As the conversation continued, laughter rang out through the bunker, filling the space with a sense of camaraderie and belonging. For Alec, Stiles, Willow, and their new friends, it was a moment of peace in a world filled with chaos and uncertainty. But for now, in this moment, they were simply enjoying each other's company, grateful for the bonds that held them together.

As they prepared to leave, Stiles looked at Alec, Willow, and their friends, feeling a deep sense of contentment. They were in this together, and together, they could face whatever challenges lay ahead.

As the others began to disperse, Dean caught Stiles' attention with a subtle gesture, indicating he wanted to speak with him alone. Curious, Stiles nodded and followed Dean to a quieter corner of the bunker.

Once they were alone, Dean cleared his throat, looking slightly uncomfortable but determined. "So, uh, Stiles, can I ask you something personal?"

Stiles raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Dean's sudden seriousness. "Sure, Dean. What's on your mind?"

Dean took a moment to gather his thoughts before speaking. "How did you know you liked Alec?"

Stiles blinked in surprise, not expecting such a direct question. He leaned against the wall, considering his response carefully. "Well, it wasn't something that happened overnight, you know? Alec and I have been through a lot together, and over time, I realized that my feelings for him went beyond friendship."

He paused, trying to find the right words to explain. "It's hard to explain, but being with Alec just feels right. He's my partner in every sense of the word, and I can't imagine my life without him."

Dean nodded, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Yeah, I get that. Love isn't always easy to put into words."

Stiles smiled, grateful for Dean's understanding. "Exactly. It's something you feel in your gut, you know? And when you find someone who makes you feel that way, you hold on to them with everything you've got."

Dean clapped Stiles on the shoulder, a small smile playing on his lips. "Well said, Stiles. Thanks for sharing."

Stiles nodded, feeling a sense of camaraderie with Dean. "Anytime, Dean. And if you ever need someone to talk to about this stuff, I'm here."

With that, the two of them rejoined the others, ready to head back to the institute. As they walked, Stiles couldn't help but feel grateful for the friendships he had formed, and the understanding and acceptance he had found among his newfound family

As Alec and Willow walked out ahead of him, Stiles glanced back and caught a glimpse of Dean's expression as he exchanged a lingering look with Castiel. There was a mixture of confusion and something deeper, something that Stiles recognized as love, written in Dean's eyes.

It was a moment that spoke volumes without a single word being uttered. Stiles felt a pang of empathy for Dean, understanding the complexity of emotions that must be swirling within him. Love wasn't always straightforward, especially in their line of work where danger lurked around every corner.

For a brief moment, Stiles considered reaching out to Dean, offering a word of comfort or support. But he knew that some things were better left unsaid, at least for now. Instead, he simply offered Dean a small, understanding smile before turning to follow Alec and Willow out of the bunker.

As they got back to the institute, Stiles couldn't shake the image of Dean and Castiel's silent exchange from his mind. It was a reminder that love came in many forms, and sometimes, it was the most unexpected connection that held the deepest meaning.