Our Guardian Angel

Chapter 19

"Stiles...Stiles...oh my god, STILES!"

I groaned, "What the hell do you want, Is, I'm sleeping."

"Derek told me to wake you up."

"No." I pulled the covers up around me more, "Wait..." I sat up. "You're not a cub anymore!?"

Isaac laughed, "No, I woke up this morning...well...like this."

I nodded, the sound from the shower finally registering in my brain, "Derek in the shower?"

"Yeah, we're going to see Deaton."

"Okay...but you had to wake me up...why?"

"Because, you're going." Isaac said.

I snorted, "No, I'm not."

"Stiles, you got shot. You're going." I turned to see Derek walking out of his bathroom. Water dripped off of his hair and down his face. "Got it?" I watched the droplet make its way down his neck and chest, my eyes roaming toward his hips where he had his towel wrapped around him. "Stiles, my eyes are up here."

I felt my face heat up, "I know, I just...shut up."

Isaac snorted, "I'll be downstairs."

Derek watched Isaac walk out before turning toward his dresser, "I like when your eyes turn pink."

"Why?" I felt my cheeks heat up again.

"Because you only do it around me." He pulled out a pair of boxers.

"I-I uh...I do?" He nodded, "I don't notice when they change."

He smiled, "I didn't think so, they're pretty when they change, like now."

"Now?"

Derek nodded, "They're still pink."

I watched him walk into the bathroom, the door closing behind him for a few moments, he walked back out in his boxers, "Although, your brown eyes are my favorite."

"Thanks..." I whispered, dropping my head.

"Come on, get dressed."

I groaned but got up, "Fine, but I'm wearing one of your sweaters." Derek just hummed in response.

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We got to Deaton's shortly after Derek was talking to him, Isaac sat himself on the metal table, legs swinging, eyes locked onto the other two in front of him. I rubbed my eyes, it felt as if the room around me was starting to spin. I grabbed onto Derek's arm getting his attention.

"What's wrong?" I faintly heard before everything went black.

"Stiles." I turned around to see my mom standing behind me.

"Mom?" She smiled sitting down. "What's going on?"

"I wanted to talk to you." I nodded waiting for her to continue. "How are you?"

"Um...fine? I mean, I was shot the other day but it's getti-"

She cut me off, "I didn't mean physically. Mentally, how are you."

"I'm fine, why?"

She grabbed onto my hand, "It's just a big adjustment, I want to make sure you're okay."

"I'm fine, mom, promise."

"Just remember, you have people down there who care about you even if they don't always say it."

I nodded, "I know."

"I love you, honey."

"I love you too, mom."

My mom faded away and I sat there alone for a few seconds before Laura appeared.

"Hey, Stiles."

"Hi."

"Question." I looked up, "Did you and my brother finally get your shit together?"

I scrunched my eyebrows together, "What're you talking about?"

"Your disgusting crushes. Are you guys together yet?" I didn't answer her, my gaze on her breaking as I rubbed my head. "Headache?" I nodded, "Yeah, that happens the first few times you get forced up here." She laughed.

"Is that all you wanted?"

She nodded, "More or less. Is he doing okay?"

"I think so."

"Okay, don't hurt him." She sighed. "He loves you, ya know."

I gave a small smile as she continued, "Just, make the first move or something, okay? I'm sick of you guys dancing around each other like it's not obvious."

I snorted, "I'll think about it. Can I go back now?"

"I suppose." She groaned dramatically, fondness was drawn across her face though.

"Stiles, Stiles wake up."

"Derek, he passed out just give him a minute."

I forced my eyes open, Derek was crouched down in front of me, "I'm okay, Der."

He pulled me into a hug, "Are you sure?"

"Yes," I laughed, "My mom and Laura just wanted to talk to me."

"Laura? About what?"

I shrugged, "Help me up?" he pulled me up, "Is Isaac okay?"

"Yeah, he's in the car."

"What about me?"

Deaton finally spoke up, "I need to see your wing still."

I nodded, "Right, um..." I pulled off Derek's sweater, one of my wings knocked some of the jars on the counter over. "I'm sorry...they're not fit for small spaces."

"I got it." Derek said, walking over.

"Don't touch any of that." Deaton snapped. "Werewolves."

I laughed at Derek's sour expression toward the others comment. He looked over my wing, rubbing some type of cream on it and putting a bandage over top.

"It's healing well, this will help with the pain, help it heal. I suggest letting your wings out every couple hours, give it some time to breathe while it heals. It'll make it less painful, it'll heal faster that way too."

"Okay, thanks Doc."

Deaton nodded, "Anytime, Stiles."

"Can we get food?" I turned toward Derek, retracting my wings. He nodded, I pulled the sweater back on and hummed happily. "Cool." I said kissing his cheek and walking out of the back room.

When Derek finally walked out of the car there was a blush covering his face and he looked uncomfortable.

"You okay?"

He nodded, "Deaton's...full of information I didn't need to know." He said, grabbing my hand. "Where do you want to eat?"

Isaac spoke from the backseat, "God, I'm starving."

Their voices were drown out by my thoughts, the only thing I could focus on was the feel of Derek's thumb rubbing across the back of my hand.

"You okay?" Derek broke my thoughts. I nodded. "Is that café down the street good?"

I nodded, "Perfect."