(Recommended to be caught up on Supernatural)
Stiles Winchester was forced to live in Beacon Hills for two years when his brothers decided that he should live a normal life. But when they found out that Beacon Hills was a literal beacon for the supe...
Derek walked into the kitchen of the bunker. He hesitated when he saw Dean already sitting at the table with a cup of coffee.
"Derek, hey, there's more coffee if you want some." Dean said looking up from his own steaming cup.
Derek only nodded as he poured himself a cup. He'd had a restless sleep. It had been riddled with memories of him and Stiles.
"You look beat." Dean noted as Derek hesitantly took a seat across from Dean.
"So do you." Derek responded simply.
"Touché." Dean chuckled.
Derek was thankful for the silence that followed. Dean didn't feel the need to fill silence with small talk and that was something Derek appreciated.
After a few moments of comfortable silence Dean spoke up.
"You don't trust us do you?" Dean asked casually. He didn't want Derek to feel like saying no would result in a fight.
Derek glanced down at his coffee. "I had planned to take off in the middle of the night when you said you were bringing me here. But I walked in and..." Derek paused.
Dean cocked his head slightly.
"Stiles." Dean guessed.
Derek only nodded with a frown embedded into his brows.
"You said you and Stiles had a love hate relationship; you loved to hate each other, but I couldn't help but notice how concerned you were for Stiles' well being after fighting those dickbags in the alley." Dean glanced up at Derek who kept his frown in place.
"We may not get along all the time or most of the time for that matter, but I don't want him dead. He was a part of my-" Derek cut himself off clenching his teeth. He couldn't tell Dean Stiles was part of his pack, Dean would surely kill him.
"You were going to say family weren't you?" Dean asked giving Derek a look that said he understood.
"I don't trust many people. Stiles was one of the few." Derek answered simply.
"Don't tell him I said that." Derek added jokingly.
Dean smirked.
"So to answer your question, Stiles trusts you and your his family so I know you won't hurt him. And I trust Stiles." Derek took a sip of his coffee.
"Stiles never talks about Beacon Hills. He always says it was a lie he was living and he didn't want any part of it. Sam thinks Stiles misses it, maybe his friends, maybe living a normal life. The look on his face when he saw you was like a ghost had walked in." Dean said looking down at his coffee.
"Doesn't he hunt ghosts?" Derek raised a brow.
"Bad analogy." Dean chuckled earning a smile from Derek.
"Stiles is surprisingly distrusting. I don't know if you noticed."
"Oh I did." Derek snorted.
"You made it through his selection process. I don't know the exact relationship you two have, or had, but if Stiles trusts you then so do I. But so help me If you ever so much as think about hurting my little brother, Angels will be the least of your worries." Dean looked at Derek seriously.
"I'd expect nothing less. But I want you to know, I will do anything to protect Stiles even if that means giving the angels what they want." Derek looked at Dean equally as serious.
Dean narrowed his eyes questioningly. "You have feeling for him don't you?"
Derek tensed. "What? No."
"So you'd do the same thing for anyone you considered family." Dean crossed his arms.
"Of course." Derek nodded.
"Stiles said family was a sensitive subject for you." Dean recalled the car ride to the diner the night before.
"Isn't it for you?" Derek asked looking at Dean simply.
Dean's jaw set. "Stiles, Sam and Cas are my family." Dean growled.
"Stiles is the only family I have left." Derek said in a tone that made it clear he was done with this conversation.
Dean's look softened. Derek really was guarded, and for good reason.
At that moment Stiles walked in with a pencil tucked behind his ear and a pen in his mouth. He was staring down at a notebook in his hand. He walked to the coffee pot and started to pour himself a cup. He looked up realizing the coffee maker was empty. He huffed as he pulled the pen from his mouth.
"Dean, did you drink my cup of coffee?" Stiles called not realizing Dean and Derek were behind him.
"Nope, that would be Derek." Dean answered eyeing the werewolf suspiciously. He could see the smile Derek was holding back as he watched Stiles.
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There was no way Derek didn't have feelings for Stiles. If anyone was familiar with unrequited love, it was Dean.
