I only want you (Sterek)

Chapter 21: Clueless

After several hours of fun, Stiles made his way home, he'd been able to subside his wary thoughts about the Reptilian creature and the unknown witches that ran among Beacon Hills. He trolled up the stairs, he was so tired he just wanted to lay down and sleep. He stripped down till he was in his briefs and he flopped onto the bed. Stiles fell asleep almost instantly. It was nearly midnight when he started tossing and turning, he was having the most horrible nightmare. He'd watched the cloaked mysterious witches kill his father, Rosey, Derek, his coven, and the pack, they were all sacrificed in the heart of the woods, Stiles eyes were watered with tears as he tired to bring back everyone, nothing worked, the cloaked figures won, they somehow managed to get the people he loved. Anger boiled up in his body as he emerged from cradling Derek's laying corpse, causing a ring of fire to appear around and as he swelled with fury the fire that sat blazing around him cackled high catching fire to the trees around it. The earth below him shook violently as he roared with rage. It wasn't until he heard a soothing voice did he stop crying.

"Stiles". Derek woke him.

"Derek?" He breathed trying to focus his blurry vision.

"Yeah?" Derek asked.

"Thank goodness it was all a dream". Stiles breathed as he threw his arms around Derek.

"Are you okay?" Derek asked as soon as Stiles let go.

Stiles vision came back and he saw a bloody Derek sitting before him—no wonder he felt something wet all over him—, he sat straight up his heart pumping faster then ever, seeing the blood running down his white T-shirt Stiles removed his covers.

"Me? Are you okay?" Stiles asked as he ran his hands cautiously over his body.

"Yeah". Derek answered.

"What the hell happen to you ?" He asked as he took Derek's leather jacket off of him.

"Nothing". Derek told him trying to stop him from taking off his shirt.

"This doesn't look like nothing Derek!" Stiles bellowed.

Derek sat quietly not tempting to provoke Stiles even further, somehow Stiles had become very frightening to him and he was the alpha, something about Stiles had really changed he thought watching Stiles glare at him, his heart thumping away in his chest.

"Well?" Stiles asked.

"Well what?" Derek asked.
"Are you going to tell me what the hell happen or not?" Stiles asked a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"It was nothing". Derek told him, "really". He tried to convince him.

"Like hell it was". Stiles huffed folding his arms.

Derek eyed him, he never saw Stiles so worked up over him before it was—kind of sexy, but he knew he couldn't tell him not now he was too tired, besides he swore he wouldn't lay a finger on Peter. Stiles stared back biting his lip he was so worried but he was more angry then he was worried because he knew Derek could heal, he probably was done healing already, but that wasn't going to stop him from questioning him, he could've been really hurt. Why was he so secretive?

"Fine I'll drop it". Stiles said laying back down, he'd given up, it was just too much to handle and he didn't feel like probing Derek anymore it was no use he wasn't going to talk anyway.

Derek nodded and laid down next to him, he tried to cuddle up with Stiles but Stiles had pretended he was extremely hot even though the air was on. Derek didn't buy it at all he tried again until Stiles gave him a sharp remark, "uhhh no since you won't talk to me". Derek sighed, feeling sad he couldn't hold his mate as he fell asleep with his back to him.