(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 laid in bed his hands behind his head. His eyes were closed and he was listening to the steady rhythm of Stiles' heartbeat. It had been difficult keeping his distance from the hunter but he could tell Stiles needed space. His wolf however, wasn't as cooperative. Every once in a while Derek would find some reason to touch Stiles, even if only for a moment. He'd lay his hand gently on the small of his back as he slipped behind him. He would pat Stiles' shoulder when ever a story about him would come up. There was a brief moment when Garth had asked about the box. Stiles had tensed. Derek instinctively reached for his leg giving a gentle squeeze. It had relaxed Stiles some. His wolf refused to let Stiles go until the conversation had changed topics. As soon as it had Stiles got up to go to the bathroom causing Derek to release him.
When everyone was going to bed Stiles said a simple goodnight and slipped into his room.
At one point Derek heard Stiles' shower and small sobs. His wolf was going insane. He had to block everything out in order to get himself under control. When he heard Stiles come out of the shower he had knocked on Stiles' door to check on him.
Stiles had insisted that he was fine and he was just overwhelmed by the past few days. He hadn't been lying but Derek knew that wasn't the whole truth but he didn't push it.
Now Derek was using Stiles' heartbeat as his own personal lulliby. It was soothing and it anchored his wolf. It was strange having Stiles be his anchor and a trigger. Anger had always been his anchor but now, that didn't do anything. Stiles was the only thing that could calm him, which made it difficult when, he was also the one that caused him to lose control.
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Stiles leaned his hand against the shower wall, letting the hot water fall over him. He couldn't help the tears that started to mix with the shower droplets.
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These past few weeks had been stressful and he was at his limit. He held himself together long enough to get make sure Derek was safe. He had been so close to losing the alpha and the reality of it came crashing over him. He understood now, why Dean kept everyone at a distance. The more people they cared for the more people they lost and the more they hurt. Cas was the only one left, him being an angel was the only thing that guaranteed his safety and even that wasn't enough, in their line of work.
Stiles cried until he was sure he didn't have the energy to cry anymore. He got out and threw on his clothes. As he was about to lie down there was a knock on his door.
He opened it to see Derek looking stressed.
"Are you okay?" Derek reached for Stiles jaw.
Stiles sighed. Of course Derek heard him crying, he had super hearing.
"Yeah, I'm fine, just overwhelmed. It's been a long few days." Stiles answered. It wasn't a lie, it just wasn't the whole truth. Derek dropped his hand. He looked like he was about to say something but changed his mind. Instead he gave a simple nod.
