Spn And TW One Shots Book 1 (CLOSED)

Magical Disturbances(Diles) DeanxStiles

Stiles made his way through the woods from Derek's loft. Derek had officially dumped Stiles and he had just dropped off the last of Derek's things. His jeep had of course crapped out on the way home and so he was cutting through the woods. It was no shock when Derek had called off the relationship, if Stiles was being honest, he was surprised it didn't happen sooner. It was no secret that Derek and Stiles didn't make a good couple. They fought all the time and Stiles was just a useless human, that's why Scott had decided he shouldn't be in the pack anymore. That had come as a surprise. Scott claimed he wanted to remain friends but that Stiles should stay out of Supernatural business. Stiles wasn't sure he could stand to be Scott's friend after that. Plus Stiles had always suspected Derek had feelings for Scott, perhaps that was the real reason Scott didn't want Stiles around anymore. Either way Stiles was moving on and while it was difficult, he knew it was for the best.

Stiles paused for a moment, listening. He was sure he heard someone behind him. He turned but didn't see anyone. He decided to ignore it and continue on. That had been a mistake.

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Stiles woke in a dimly lit hotel room. He was currently tied to a wooden chair.

"What the hell?" Stiles fought to get free, but to no avail.

"The spark awakens," A sickly sweet voice spoke causing Stiles to pause his movements.

"You're that witch those hunter guys were looking for," Stiles recalled the brothers he and the pack had run into a few times. The Winsters? Westers? Weschesters?

"Yes, those pesky Winchesters have managed to track me here," The woman huffed.

Winchesters, that was it.

"But, I've got what I came for now," She smiled devilishly at Stiles.

"I'm sorry, are you talking about me? What would you want with me? I'm not a part of the McCall pack anymore, and I'm not with Derek Hale anymore," Stiles hoped she would lose interest once she realized he didn't associate with them anymore.

"I don't care about them," She waved a dismissive hand, "But you, you are going to make me the most powerful witch to ever live."

"Right, yeah, good luck with that," Stiles scoffed.

"You're spark is one of the most powerful I've ever encountered. Rowena said she put a protection spell on you so that I couldn't take it, but I've learned a thing or two, and her protection spell breaks when she dies," The witch laughed as she opened a large very old book.

"I'm sorry did you say spark? And who put a what kind of spell on me?" Stiles asked with a blank stare.

"Oh you don't know," She smiled as she found the page she was looking for, "You have a magical spark, one that surpasses many witches. I am going to absorb your power. Rowena, a friend of your late mother's put a protection spell to keep anyone from taking your power, but alas, the wicked witch is dead."

"Great," Stiles muttered sarcastically, "And how exactly do you plan on absorbing my power?"

"With a spell, and by killing you of course," The witch responded.

"Of course," Stiles nodded. Well this was one hell of a way to go out, and he'd never even get the chance to tell Scott that he wasn't a useless human.

Just then the door to the hotel room was kicked in. Standing there were the Winchester brothers that had been hunting the witch.

"Don't move," The tall one demanded holding a gun up.

"A gun, really Sam?" The witch sneered.

"Witch killing bullets," The shorter one grinned.

The look on the witch's face turned from smug to terrified.

The witch started to mutter a spell, but before she could get it out, Sam pulled the trigger.

Dean rushed to Stiles' aid.

"Great, I'm a damsel in distress," Stiles quipped as Dean untied him.

"Guess that makes me your night in shining armor," Dean winked.

Stiles felt a blush fill his cheeks. He remembered this brother, he was the flirty sarcastic one. In fact he'd flirted with Stiles which had pissed off Derek.

"Honestly, I didn't expect anyone to come for me so thanks," Stiles smiled.

"Surely your boyfriend would have, Dominic or something?" Dean commented.

"Derek, and we're not together anymore," Stiles shrugged.

"What about your pack?" Sam asked walking towards the pair.

"Yeah, I'm not with them anymore either, I'm a liability and all," Stiles shrugged.

"Guess they didn't know about your spark?" Sam asked.

"I didn't even know about that," Stiles snorted.

"Ha, told you, you owe me twenty bucks Sammy," Dean punched his brothers arm gently.

"Well you guys just saved my life so can I take you to dinner as a thank you?" Stiles asked.

"Technically I'm the one who saved you, and you can take me to dinner anytime you want," Dean winked at Stiles.

Stiles blushed again. Dean was incredibly charming and gorgeous, and those eyes, he thought Derek's eyes were green, nothing compared to Dean's.

"You two can flirt in the car, I'm starving," Sam huffed.

"Great, we can grab something on the way out of this god forsaken town," Dean put an arm around Stiles.

"You're leaving already?" Stiles frowned, he'd hoped to get to know Stiles a little better.

"I was thinking you might come with us, since you don't have anything keeping you here anymore," Dean smiled.

"Oh," Stiles bit down on his bottom lip, causing Dean's eyes to drop to his mouth.

"We can help you find Rowena, she knows about your spark," Sam offered. He knew his brother liked Stiles, it was obvious the first time they met.

"You want me to come with you?" Stiles was unsure, what if they only wanted him for his powers.

"Of course, you can hunt with us, If Scott and Derek are too stupid to hold on to you we'll gladly take you in," Dean nodded adamantly, "You're the furthest thing from a liability. Just from the few times we've met I've gathered how smart you are, and loyal, dedicated, and you're truly beautiful, but that's just a perk," Dean winked once again.

Sam rolled his eyes, Dean was laying it on thick.

Stiles dropped his head to hide the smile he couldn't hold back. Derek had never called him beautiful before.

"Give me til the end of dinner to convince you," Dean sensed Stiles hesitation. Stiles wasn't just falling for his charm, he knew he was smart, however the crimson color that filled Stiles cheeks proved he wasn't impervious to the charm.

"Fine you have until the end of dinner to convince me," Stiles nodded.

And he did, he also convinced Stiles to go on a date, just the two of them, when they got back.

(Request for JuniorWilliams1, hope it's okay)