Our Guardian Angel

Chapter 5

"Derek?" Stiles called, walking into the Alpha's room.

"Yeah?" Derek replied, pulling a shirt on.

"Can you take me to Deaton's?"

"Why?" He asked.

"Because I need to talk to him." Stiles replied sitting on the unmade bed.

"Ask Scott." Derek finally turned to face the other.

"I don't want Scott, I want you." Stiles said in the most serious voice he could.

"Why?"

"Because you're alpha. And I think you should be there with me."

"Are you scared of something?" Derek asked. "Because Scott can protect yo-"

"That's not what this is about, Derek." Stiles whined. "I just want you to take me. Please?"

Derek sighed, "Can it be after my run?" He asked almost whining.

Stiles nodded falling back onto the bed.

"Are you okay?" Derek asked.

"I'm tired."

Derek nodded, "Okay...I'm gonna..."

"Yeah, you do that." Stiles yawned, curling himself into Derek's pillow.

Stiles POV

I listened to Derek walk around his room for a few minutes before chuckling to himself and walking toward me. I've been so tired since I came back from the dead. That's what the pack keeps calling it. I mean its true but they're all dramatic about it. Part of me wishes I was still dead. It's not like I'm doing anything special. I felt him pull his blanket over top of me. He stood there letting out a sigh before walking out of his room. I was being washed away as sleep overcame me. I breathed in Derek's scent. Pine, fire, and nutmeg. He smelled like home.

I woke to the sound of Derek's bathroom door shutting. I yawned rubbing my eyes. I had the weirdest dream. Flashes. One second it was of Derek. Then Scott. Then Lydia. It continued throughout the whole pack. I remember this one flash, specifically because it was horrifying.

The pack was gone. And I don't mean they went for a walk. I mean someone or something came in and killed them. I remember I woke up sitting in between Derek and Scott, their blood pooling around me, soaking my clothes. Thinking about it gives me chills.

I heard the shower turn off. After a few minutes Derek walked out in his boxers rubbing a towel against his head.

"You're up." He said, almost happily. I nodded in reply watching him stalk over to his closet and pull out another set of clothes to put on.

"Do you feel better?" He asked.

I shook my head trying to pull the blanket closer. "Worse." I said, my voice cracking before I broke out into a coughing fit.

Derek frowned, "Come on, lets get you to Deaton's. Maybe he'll know how to make you feel better."

"Okay." I said not moving.

"You have to actually get up you know." Derek joked.

"I'm cold."

Derek pulled me out of his bed grabbing his leather jacket from the end and handing it to me. "Come on."