(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...
Cas watched as his favorite hunter sat across from him with a large cup of coffee. He smiled fondly.
"Good morning, Dean."
"Hey, Cas." Dean gave a nod.
Cas always loved early morning Dean. He was still half asleep and looked less stressed.
"Look, I want to apologize for getting pissed about the diner the other night. I know you were just trying to help." Dean sighed setting down his cup.
"I was trying to make up for everything else." Cas spoke sadly looking down at the file in front of him.
"I know, and that's my fault. I made you feel like you had to fix everything. You made a mistake, I get it. We've all done that, but you could have been killed. I've lost too many people, Cas, I can't lose you too." Dean's tone was full of concern.
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"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to worry you." Cas frowned.
"Just promise me you aren't gonna do anything else risky without us. If we hadn't been there the other night...I don't want to think about what might have happened." Dean looked at Cas with a slight frown.
"I promise, Dean." Cas agreed.
Dean nodded, satisfied with his response.
Just then Cas looked up to see Derek and Stiles walking in. Derek looked stressed and Stiles looked pissed.
"Hey, you two." Dean smirked at the pair.
"Is something wrong?" Cas frowned.
"Nope." Stiles answered shortly.
Derek rolled his eyes.
"Riiiight." Dean raised his brows at Stiles.
"Let's ask Dean what he thinks." Derek said to Stiles.
"No, Derek, it's not happening." Stiles snapped.
"What's not happening?" Dean asked looking at Derek.
"I want to meet up with Peter. He might have an idea about what this box could be." Derek explained.
"Peter, the uncle you don't consider family." Cas recalled the name.
"Yeah, because he's a psycho lunatic." Stiles cut in before Derek could respond.
"He's nothing I can't handle." Derek crossed his arms.
"He can't be trusted." Stiles snapped.
"He's lied to me less than you have." Derek growled.
Stiles rolled his eyes. "Seriously? He murdered your sister, Derek. I hid the fact that I was a hunter. You're really gonna put us in the same category?"
"Murdered your sister?" Dean frowned cutting in.
"It was over the family estate, he's clinically insane." Stiles answered dismissively.
"I trusted you." Derek growled.
"I'm still me." Stiles threw his hands up.
"No, you're not. The Stiles I knew wouldn't keep me hostage. The Stiles I knew would trust that I could handle myself. The Stiles I knew would have known how important that kind of information was to me. The Stiles I knew would have been honest with me." Derek was practically yelling now.
"Honest? You want honest? Fine, my mom was burned to death by a fire when I was an infant. Sam was 4, it happened in our room by a demon. Our dad was a shit dad and forced us the grow up in this life. I hated hunting. Sam left at one point. Dean was forced to raise Sam and I. Anyone that has ever associated with a 'Winchester' hasn't lived to talk about it. People die around us. So when Sam and Dean decided I deserved a new life away from hunting and sent me to Beacon Hills, I promised no one would ever be hurt because of who I was. I wasn't lying to you, Derek, I was protecting you." Stiles was yelling now as well.
"And you're not a hostage, but I refuse to have your blood on my hands. So if you go, I go with you, whether you hate me or not." Stiles was standing incredibly close to Derek now.
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Derek's eyes glanced at Stiles' lips briefly. The image from last night's dream popped into his head.
"I don't hate you, Stiles." Derek backed away.
"I just don't know if I can trust you." Derek turned then and disappeared down the hall.
Stiles let out a heavy sigh.
"That was intense." Dean commented as Stiles plopped down into the chair next to him.
"That's a typical conversation for us. I told you our relationship was complicated." Stiles groaned.
"It seems to me like you two have some sexual tension going on. Are you sure you two didn't screw?" Dean asked with a smirk.
"No, we didn't 'screw'." Stiles snapped.
"Maybe you should." Dean shrugged suggestively.
Stiles rolled his eyes.
"Seriously though, I think Derek is into you. Why else would he be so upset about you lying to him?" Dean said.
"You don't know Derek. There are two things that are important to him. Trust and Family. It took a long time for him to trust me, but when he did, it was completely. I've pretty royally screwed that up." Stiles sighed.
"Do you have feelings for him?" Dean asked.
Stiles scoffed. "For Derek? Yeah right."
"Really? None?" Dean pressed.
"Not even a little bit." Stiles shook his head.
"He's pretty hot." Dean pointed out.
"Dean, no, just, no." Stiles huffed.
Derek dropped his head as he listened to Stiles admit that he didn't have feelings for him.
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He'd always known it was unlikely but now he knew for certain and that hurt. That hurt worse than he ever imagined it would.
