Stiles Stilinski Imagines

Always.

    

Gif isn't mine

Stiles has been acting strangely lately. Ignoring me in the halls, only replying with one word texts, not looking me in the eye when we actually talk. He barely has talked to Scott. Why won't he talk to his best friends? I have no clue.

Right now we were on our way to Deaton's. In the pouring rain. Oh my gosh we're going to die.

It's awkwardly silent. Stiles is really tense and I have no clue why.

The jeep stops and we climb out.As soon as I step out, I immediately get drenched.

"Great. It took me a minute to brush my hair and now it's all ruined. What a waste of time." I say, trying to break the silence. I look and see Scott.

"Hey, sorry. I had trouble starting the jeep again. That things barely holding on." Stiles says. "I couldn't get in touch with Malia or Lydia."

I then notice that Scott's holding something. A wrench with a weird substance on it. Blood.

"Scott?" Stiles sees the wrench. "Where did you get that?"

"This is yours?" Scott asks. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was going to."

"No, but why didn't you tell me when it happened?" What happened? What's going on?

I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. "What?" The guys just ignore me.

"I couldn't." Stiles answers bluntly once again.

"You killed him? You killed Donovan?" My breath hitches in my throat and I look at Stiles. He refuses to look back.

"Well, he was going to kill my dad. Huh? Was I supposed to just let him?" Stiles voice begins to raise.

"You weren't supposed to do this. None of us are." Scott says.
"You think I had a choice?"

"There's always a choice." Scott says calmly.

"Yeah, well, I can't do what you can, Scott. I know you wouldn't have done it. You probably would've figure something out, right?"

"I'd try." Not helping, Scott.

"Yeah, because you're Scott McCall! You're the True Alpha! Guess what? Not all of us can be True Alphas. Some of us have to make mistakes. Some of us have to get our hands a little bloody sometimes. Some of us are human!"

"So you had to kill him?" Really, Scott?

"Scott, he was going to kill my dad..." Stiles says sadly.

"But the way it happened... There's a point to when it's not self-defense anymore!"

"What are you even talking about? I didn't have a choice, Scott! You don't believe me, do you?"

"I want to."

"Okay, all right. So.. So, believe me then. Scott, say you believe me." My eyes begin to release the tears they've been holding when Scott doesn't answer. "Say it. Say you believe me."

"Stiles, we can't kill people that we're trying to save."

"Say you believe me."

"We can't kill people! Do you believe that?" Scott finally yells.

"Well, what do I do about this? What do you want me to do? Okay, just be Scott, just tell me how to fix this, all right? Please, just tell me, what do you want to do?"

Scott's silent. "Don't worry about Malia or Lydia." He finally says. "We'll find them. Maybe... Maybe you should talk to your dad."

"Come on, Sco-"

"Go Stiles." Scott opens the door of the clinic and goes in, slamming the door behind him. I wince at the sound.

I look back at Stiles and see tears escaping his eyes. He blinks and wipes them away and heads to the jeep.

"Stiles." He keeps walking. "Stiles!" I yell.

"What, (y/n)?!" He spins around and shouts at me."Are you going to tell me we could've saved him too?!"

"Stiles. I don't even know what just happened." I say.

"Just go help Scott." He opens the door of the jeep and gets in, slamming it. I see him hit the steering wheel and rest his head on his arms. My heart breaks seeing him like this. Seeing two brothers fight.

I sigh and walk over and get into the jeep, sitting in the passenger side. He doesn't even glance up at me.

"Stiles, will you please tell me what happened?" I quietly ask.

He sits up and sighs. "I was driving and something happened with the jeep. I pulled into the school parking lot by the library to fix it. I grabbed my wrench and while I was fixing whatever was wrong, I felt something on my shoulder." He pulls down his shirt to show me what look like a circle full of holes on his shoulder. He pulled his shirt back to normal before I could do anything. "It was Donovan. I grabbed the closest thing and it was the wrench. That's why it's bloody. I ran to the library and climbed up the scaffolding to get away and I pulled-" His voice cracks. "-I pulled a pin and the next thing I knew, a pole was sticking out of him." He gently pulls his hair and whispers, "That stupid pin."

"Stiles." He looks towards me and I see tears shining in his eyes, ready to spill. "It was self-defense. For you and your dad. He was going to kill you. Whatever Scott heard was obviously a lie. If he heard your side, the truth, he would totally get why you had to do it."

"But he didn't." He whispers. I grab his hands.

"I'll help you explain what actually happened. Let's tell him later though. Let him cool off."

"You'll help me?" He asks. I lightly smiled and peck his cheek.

"Always."

OH. MY. JOSH. K, I'm so Dun with this, I can't. Cheesy, not even close to the dialogue, AH KMS. My cat and Guinea pigs are annoying me right now and I have to go back to school tomorrow. It's almost midnight and I have to wake up in 6 hrs. Someone help. K bye
~Hails