Our Guardian Angel

Chapter 10

"Tell me about Dream Walking." Stiles blurted.

"I don't really know much about it."

"Then tell me what you do know."

I sighed, "I know that you can go into people's dreams and talk to them. That's about it. I don't know how to do it, I don't know if the other person you talk to will remember it or think it's just a dream, I don't know, Stiles."

He frowned, "but you're reading that book..."

"It doesn't say much. The book wasn't written by an angel. I'm sorry but you're going to have to figure some of this stuff out on your own."

He sighed, leaning against the door frame. "It saw Laura." He whispered. "She told me she wanted to punch me." He chuckled.

"Sounds like Laura." I smiled.

He sighed, "I wish I could bring them back for you."

"You did." I said getting up.

"I mean...for good."

"You've done more than enough for me, Stiles." He sighed, "You know, Stiles." I started, my hand wrapping gently around his neck, "There's actually still one thing you haven't done for me."

"What's that?"

"You haven't ever made me a sandwich."

Stiles snorted, letting out a loud laugh. "I'll make you sandwich when I can see again."

"I'm holding you to that."

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"Stiles, get up." I said shaking him.

"No." He groaned, rolling into his pillow.

"Stiles." I growled.

He sighed, "What?"

"Open your eyes."

"No?"

"Do it."

He opened his eyes. "Why? I can't see anything."

"Deaton dropped off these eye drops this morning. They'll bring back your sight."

"How long will it take?"

"He said it could start working at anytime but I have to do it every four hours until you can see again."

"Is it going to take days?"

"It could. No more than 3 I think he said."

Stiles nodded. "Okay, do it."

He flinched a little as the drop touched his eyes right before they started watering.

"Ow, what the hell is in that?"

"I don't know." I chuckled as he sat up. "Come on, breakfast is downstairs."

He nodded, pushing himself off his bed. I grabbed his upper arm before he tried walking downstairs by himself.

"Ow, Derek, claws." He said hitting me. I hadn't even noticed. "What the hell?" He asked as I retracted my claws.

"I-I don't know, I'm sorry, I didn't..."

"Whatever, It's fine." He said grabbing my sleeve with his other hand.

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I laid in my bed, falling backwards. Stiles' scent filled the air as I hit the pillow. I keep forgetting how much time he's spent in here lately. I keep forgetting that I don't seem to mind. I bit my lip feeling it split open and the taste of metallic fill my mouth.

"What the hell?" I asked myself bringing my hand up to my mouth feeling my canines showing. I rolled my eyes sighing. "I'm losing it." I groaned rolling onto my stomach and burying my face into the pillow.

I sniffed in more of Stiles' scent feeling a growl rise up my through and my claws poke through the pillowcase. "Ugh." I rubbed my hands over my face.

"Derek!" my door swung open and I felt an extra 147 pounds on top of me. "I can see again! That stuff worked!" Stiles yelled, hugging me. I hugged him back feeling my wolf settle and my claws retract themselves. "What'd you do?" He asked, sitting up to look at me.

"What're you..?"

"Your lip." He said poking my lip. "It's bleeding."

"I bit it." I said staring at him. He nodded. "I'm gonna go play video games with Scott. I'm having withdrawals." He laughed getting up. "Thanks for helping me, Der."

I sighed, watching him walk out.

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I walked into the kitchen around eleven that night to find Stiles standing at the counter reading the back of a box.

"What're you doing?" I asked.

"Figuring out how long to cook these." He said gesturing to the pan full of brownie mix behind him.

"You're making brownies? This late?" I laughed.

He nodded, "They sounded good."

I watched him smile as he found the right time to keep them in the oven and started the timer. He started washing the dishes when I clenched my jaw feeling my wolf fighting against me.

"Can I talk to you?" He asked not looking at me.

"Yup." I grunted squeezing my eyes shut.

"How do you do it?"

"Do what?"

"Be fine all the time. You're family burned in a fire and you're perfectly fine. How are you fine!? Because I'm not close to fine. All I could think about when I couldn't see was my mom and my dad and how much it fucking hurts. I don't understand."

"I'm not fine." I sighed, pulling him away from the sink. "I'm not close to fine it just...got easier."

"But it hurts so much."

"I know." I watched him dry his hands.

"It's so stupid. I can see them. I have seen them. B-But it still hurts. Why's it still hurt?"

"Seeing them in whatever dream world you get to see them in, isn't the same as seeing them. As having them here with you."

He wiped his face looking up at me. "What's wrong?" He asked.

"What're you talking about?"

"Your eyes are red."

"I-I'm fine. It's nothing. Probably the full moon coming up." I said shaking my head.

He nodded. "Okay.." he hugged me.

I wrapped my arms around him feeling my wolf finally start to calm down.

What the actual fuck is happening?