Welcome To Fatherhood (SPN/TW)

Chapter 36

[A/N: Sorry I haven't been updating this story as much, I've been working on some other stories of mine, and I've been finishing my school work. I promise I'll try to update this more often, until then here's another chapter :) ]
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       Stiles and Derek have been walking for what felt like days, but in reality it's only been a few hours since they got out of Hell. 

   "Where are we going?" Derek asked grumpily while looking over at Stiles who let out a sigh rolling his eyes. "I don't know Derek, once again after you asked me 10 minutes ago. Now let's just focus on finding a place to get some food in me." Stiles stated getting an incoherent grumble in response. 

     Five miles later the werewolf and the spastic half angel arrived in a small town spotting a cozy cafe called 'Blackbird Cafe' 

    The two entered the cafe and found a table to sit at, a waitress walked up to their table with a smile. "Wow, you two looked like you took a walk through Hell." The middle aged woman chuckled, Stiles and Derek looked at each other. "You could say that." Stiles trailed off. 

     The woman pulled out her notepad and a pen before asking. "So what would you two like?" She asked with a smile, Derek ordered a cup of coffee while Stiles got a plate of pancakes and a coffee. The lady, Mary, finished writing it and was about to turn around but Stiles stopped her. "Do you have a phone?" He asked, Mary nodded. "Sure thing sweetie, give me a minute and I'll be right back." 

     Derek looked at Stiles who was now pulling on a loose string on his shirt. 
"Who are you going to call?" Derek asked suddenly, Stiles looked up. "I'm going to call Scott." Was his response. "You're not going to call your dad?" Derek asked confused, Stiles shook his head. "I'd rather not get yelled at for going to Hell to save your ass." Stiles smiled sarcastically getting the sourwolf look. 

     Mary returned with the phone, handing it over to Stiles who thanked her before dialing Scott's number. 

      "Hello?" Scott answered, voice sounding distant. "Scott, I need you t-" Before Stiles could finish Scott began shouting. "Stiles?! Where are you?! Are you okay?! Do you have Derek?" Looking over at Derek with wide eyes, Stiles opened his mouth to talk but stopped when suddenly it wasn't Scott talking. 

     "Stiles." Oh no, this can't be good. "Hey dad...." Stiles trailed off looking at Derek who was watching him carefully, most likely listening in on the phone call. 

    "Where the hell are you?" Dean asked through clenched teeth. "Somewhere in Massachusetts..." Stiles answered. "We're at Blackbird Cafe, on the corner of." Stiles paused looking out the window for street signs, squinting Stiles read the signs. "Corner of 12th and Main street." 

     "How the hell did you end up in Massachusetts?" Dean asked. "I don't know, but I can't bring us back home because the grace that Crowley gave me wore off." Stiles clenched his eyes knowing he messed up mentioning that. 

    "Crowley? Gave you angel grace? For what?" Dean growled out. "What did he want? Did he want your soul to get out  of hell? Or did he just give you a handshake and open the door for you?!" Dean shouted by the end causing Stiles to pull the phone away from his ear. 

     "Shut up!" Stiles whisper shouted into the phone. "Okay, shut up, we made a little deal, he said if i promised to not try to kill him he would give me the grace and let me get Derek and get out." "And you said yes?!" "How else was i suppose to get out? Did you want to sit in hell and have a cup of tea with the bastard until the grace regenerated?" Dean was silent for a moment. "Exactly, now just tell Castiel where we are so we can hurry and get home." 

      Stiles hung up the phone just as Mary came walking back with their drinks and Stiles's pancakes. "Thank you for the phone call." Stiles smiled giving her the phone back. "No problem sweetie, let me know if you need anything." 

     Picking up his fork and knife, Stiles began digging into the pancakes letting out a moan at how good they were, gaining a look from Derek. "Wha?" Stiles asked with his mouth full, Derek couldn't help but chuckle. 

     Stiles's eyes widened and he almost choked on a piece of pancake from gasping. "You laughed!" Stiles exclaimed laughing like a mad man, Dereks face went back into his furrowed eyebrow state making Stiles pout. 

     "Come on sourwolf, don't frown, someone could be falling in love with your smile." Stiles wiggled his eyebrows. "Shut up and finish your food." Derek grumbled looking out the window. 

     Stiles finished his food almost 10 minutes after the phone call. Letting out a deep sigh he patted his stomach. "That was good." Stiles grinned, looking over at Derek who was still looking out of the window, it seemed like he wasn't staring at anything in particular, if anything it seemed like he was more in his head. 

     "Derek." Stiles stated watching as Derek blinked slowly and looked over at him. "You okay?" Stiles asked slowly. "Yeah, I'm fine, is Castiel coming?" Derek asked switching the subject. 

     "He should be-" Stiles looked out the window. "Right over there." Derek followed Stiles's eyes and seen Castiel standing on the other side of the road awkwardly shuffling from foot to foot trying to look like he fits in. Pulling out his wallet Stiles was in the middle of pulling out some money but was stopped when Derek threw a 20 on the table. 

     "You know I could have paid for my own." Stiles stated exiting the cafe with Derek behind him. "Just shut up and say thank you." Rolling his eyes Stiles grumbled out a small thank you. 

       Walking across the street they walked up to Castiel who's face showed relief when he seen the two. "We need to get back to your father." Without bothering to see if anyone could see, Castiel laid his hands on Derek and Stiles's shoulders and suddenly they were in Dereks loft. 

     "I will forever hate that." Derek groaned holding his stomach, Stiles on the other hand was fine and laughing at Derek who growled only making Stiles laugh harder. 

   "Stiles!" Stiles immediately stopped laughing and whipped around at the sound of his dads voice. "Oh shit."