(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...
Stiles flipped through the stations on his radio before turning it off with a huff. They had been on the road for three hours and the silence in the car had driven Stiles crazy. He put the radio on for a bit but even that didn't mask the discomfort between him and Derek.
"Okay, look, I get it. Okay? You're pissed that I'm a hunter. But I'm still me." Stiles spoke suddenly catching Derek off guard.
"No, you're not." Derek shook his head.
"How so?" Stiles asked glancing at the werewolf.
"You drive a sports car. You handle a gun better than Chris Argent. You have 2 brothers who could kill me in a second. You're best friend is a literal angel. You hunt and kill supernatural beings. Your last name is not Stilinski. The Sheriff isn't your uncle. Your mom died when you were an infant. You were raised by your brothers. It's like I've met you for the first time. You have the same face but you're not my Stiles at all." Derek answered harshly.
"Your Stiles?" Stiles frowned looking at the alpha.
"You're not the Stiles I knew." Derek corrected himself quickly.
"I trusted you. I trusted you with my pack. You were part of my pack." Derek fought to keep his composure. This hurt him a lot more than he'd realized. Saying it to Stiles made it real and Stiles' lack of objection proved him right.
Stiles frowned at the stretch of road in front of him. He didn't know what to say. He knew Derek was mad but he seemed hurt too.
"Maybe it's a good thing you don't know me." Stiles finally spoke in a quiet tone.
"Why?" Derek looked at the hunter.
"Because you would hate me more than you do now." Stiles answered.
"Stiles, I don't hate you." Derek sighed.
"You don't have to sugar coat it Derek, I can handle it." Stiles spoke trying to hide the hurt in his tone.
"Then why do you look so upset?" Derek asked looking at Stiles carefully.
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"Because, I've officially been rejected by my alpha." Stiles' voice broke slightly. He gave Derek a forced half smile.
"Isaac said it was painful." Stiles nodded turning back to the road.
"I was never your alpha, you and I both know it was always Scott." Derek spoke between clenched teeth.
"You're wrong." Stiles objected.
"I pretended he was my best friend but it was an act. To be honest, the only two I truly trusted was you and Lydia."
Derek glared at Stiles. His heart didn't skip or race. In fact it rarely had the past few days. Suddenly Derek realized why Stiles smelled slightly different. He didn't reek of anxiety.
"Your anxiety..." Derek looked at Stiles with a look of shock.
"I'm not a good liar." Stiles shrugged.
"I was terrified the entire time that Argent would spill." Stiles shook his head. He had truly lived in constant fear of the pack finding out.
"The entire time... you were just worried someone would find out that you were..." Derek took a moment to wrap his head around the fact.
"I'm sorry. I came so close to telling you but I was terrified of your rejection. And as much as I trusted you, I couldn't be sure you wouldn't say anything. And it needed to be a secret. It's dangerous to be a Winchester. And I definitely didn't want anyone to get hurt because of me-" Stiles cut himself off.
Derek sensed guilt radiating from Stiles.
"Stiles-"
"Anyway, anything you want to know, I promise not to lie." Stiles interrupted what was sure to be an awkward pep talk.
Derek sighed. "It wasn't your fault."
"Derek, just don't." Stiles put his hand up to stop Derek from saying anymore.
"Do Sam and Dean know?" Derek asked.
Stiles only shook his head.
Derek didn't push it. There were enough emotions between them they didn't need to stir up something so sensitive.
"Do you really take adderall?" Derek asked after a moment of silence.
"Yes, I am very unfocused if I don't. Sam makes sure I don't take it to stay awake. That was the reason for me being, as you put it, a hyperactive spazz." Stiles explained.
"Sight of blood doesn't bother you?"
"Depends on how much. Sam is the least squimish of the three of us."
"Ever killed a werewolf?"
"A whole pack, but they weren't like you. You're a different kind."
"Ever killed an innocent? besides..."
"Too many."
"Do you enjoy hunting?"
"I enjoy saving people."
"Ever killed another hunter?"
"A few."
"Where's your dad?"
"Dead."
"Were you two close?"
"Not at all."
"Why didn't you kill Scott when he got bit?'
"I wanted to try and help him."
"Why did you always come to me for help? You clearly didn't need it."
Stiles paused. "I trusted you."
"That's not why." Derek had heard the lie clear as day.
Stiles shifted in his seat causing Derek to frown.
"Stiles, you said you wouldn't lie." Derek looked quizzically at the hunter.
Stiles glanced at Derek. "It's ridiculous."
"Stiles." Derek huffed impatiently.
"So I could keep an eye on you." Stiles answered sharply.
"What?" Derek frowned at Stiles.
"I was worried about you constantly so I decided to keep you close by. I knew you could handle yourself but every time I turned around, you were on the brink of death. The bullet, the pool, Kate in your basement, the hospital with the alpha's..." Stiles sighed.
"I did get myself into a lot of trouble." Derek nodded thoughtfully.
"And I didn't have my gun or angel blade or anything. So really I did need you." Stiles added.
"I thought we made, as Matt said, a pretty good pair." Stiles chuckled.
Derek snorted.
"But seriously, I thought we made a good team." Stiles shrugged with a quiet tone.
"We did." Derek nodded. The fact that Stiles had been worried about Derek enough to ask for help to keep him close, made Derek's heart swell. A comment Sam made popped into Derek's head.
