Come Back For Me (Sterek/Supernatural/TeenWolf)

Chapter 8

    After 10 minutes Stiles pulled up to Dereks loft, even though the pack was pack at his house, he needed to feel safe and to be alone, for some odd reason he felt safe at Dereks. Parking he got out of the jeep and headed into the building going up to the loft. 

    Entering the loft he slowly walked over to dereks bed and fell face first, taking a deep breath he screamed, screamed and screamed just wanted to let it all out. Once he was done he just laid there, thinking. Slowly he sat up looking at the wall, he sighed pulling out his phone seeing he had a text. 'Derek left to go look for you and your mom and dad are flipping.' It was from Scott. 

      He didnt answer and just tossed it on the bed next to him, he heard the door to the loft open. "Stiles?" It was Derek, stiles didnt answer because he knew that derek already knew he was here. "What are you doing here?" Derek asked softly as he sat down next to him. "I needed to be alone." Stiles mumbled. "Listen, if you want you could stay here for a few days.." Derek offered, Stiles looked up at him. "Really?" He asked quietly, Derek nodded, before he knew it stiles' arms were around him and he was surrounded by this warm feeling, slowly Derek slid his arms around stiles inhaling his scent, his wolf growled but he just ignored it and enjoyed the feeling of stiles in his arms. 

     Pulling back feeling awkward Stiles stood up clearing his throat. 

"Uh- Im gonna call my dad..." Stiles trailed off getting his phone off the bed, not waiting for a reply stiles turned around walking away. 

    Going through his contacts he clicked on his dads contact and hit 'call'. 

        Not even on the second ring his dad answered. "Stiles! Where the hell are you?!" He shouted, flinching Stiles rolled his eyes before answering. "Im gonna stay at Dereks for a few days-" he was cut off before he could finish. "Uh, no the hell you're not, you're going to get your ass back here." "No dad, i need to be to myself for a few days." Stiles tried to get his dad to understand so he continued. "You of all people should understand that." 

    The other line was silent for a few seconds. 
"Fine." Stiles fist bump. "But, i want you back here in two days." Rolling his eyes he said okay. "Im gonna stop by and get some clothes." 

    After a little agreeing they hung up, turning around stiles looked at derek. "Think you could give me a ride back to my place?" Stiles asked, Derek kept a straight face as he sighed standing up. "I guess." 

     They soon arrived at Stiles' home, getting out of the car he jogged up the porch stairs and entered the house, Derek decided to stay in the car. As stiles went to go up the stairs a voice stopped him. "Stiles." It was his uncle Sam, sighing he turned around and looked at him seeing that he was looking at him with a sympathetic face but eyes holding disappointment causing him to feel like shit. "Uncle sam..." He trailed off, Sam shook his head. "What you said to your mother and your dad wasn't okay Stiles." "I know, I'm sorry-" "Its not me you should saying that to."

     "Where is she?" Stiles asked quietly, sam didnt say anything, just motioned the the back door with his head before turning around walking back into the kitchen. With his head down he walked out to the back porch and seen his mom sitting on the porch swing. 

    "Mom.." He trailed off, she slowly turned to look at him and he felt like he was being crushed with guilt, his moms face was covered in dry tears and some new ones. Walking over he sat next to her pulling her into a hug. "I'm sorry, what i said was uncalled for." "Im sorry too honey, we should have talked about it before trying to rip you out of your life." His mother replied. 

       Licking his lips he suggest that they go inside. 

Soon they were inside and stiles began to talk. "Im going to be staying at a friends for a few days." She nodded slowly. They talked for a few more minutes before Stiles decided it was time to head back to the loft. 

    "You have everything?" Eliza asked, Stiles sighed nodding trying to walk toward the door but was once again stopped but this time by his dad. "Stiles." Turning around he looked at his dad with a raised eyebrow, Dean didnt say anything just tossed him something, once it landed in stiles' hand he looked down and rolled his eyes seeing it was his pistol. "Really?" Stiles asked with an 'are you kidding me?' voice, Dean said nothing and turned his head toward Derek who was looking at the gun in stiles' hands. "Loaded with silver bullets." Dean stated coldly, clearing his throat Derek looked up chuckling nervously. "I think we should head back to the loft..." He trailed off, stiles took a deep breath before they turned around leaving the house.