Spn and TW Oneshots Book 2(CLOSED)

Help (Sterek)

The sound of Stiles' cry as the werewolf's claws sliced through his skin rang through Derek's ears like a nightmare. The smell of agony was thick in Derek's nose.

"Stiles," Derek turned towards the human.

"I'll get him, help Scott," Peter pointed at Scott who was currently pinned by another wolf.

Derek's rage was beyond its limits. Instead of helping Scott, he turned his attention to the wolf that had attacked Stiles.

"That human means something to you," The wolf sneered.

"I'm going to kill you," Derek snarled taking a step forward.

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Stiles was awake when Derek knocked on his bedroom door. He'd hardly slept. The 35 stitches in his side made it hard.

"What are you doing here?" Stiles huffed at the sight of the alpha.

"Your dad let me in," Derek said, glancing at Stiles' window.

Stiles had it locked and the curtain closed. Normally Derek came in through there, but it was clear Stiles was trying to keep someone out. Derek had thought maybe it was the fear of being attacked again. However, he began to think the one Stiles was trying to keep out was him. Stiles hadn't been responding to his calls or texts since he got hurt.

"Why are you here?" Stiles demanded.

Derek swallowed thickly, "I was worried about you and you've been avoiding me."

"You were worried," Stiles scoffed.

"You refused to see anyone in the hospital but your dad."

"I let Peter in," Stiles said quietly, dropping his eyes to his hands. He knew that wouldn't sit well with Derek.

"What?" Derek's jaw clenched.

"Oh stop pretending you care. We both know you're only here because of Scott," Stiles snapped.

Derek frowned, "What?"

"Nothing. You saw me, you can go now," Stiles waved a dismissive hand.

"Stiles, please, can I just stay for a minute?" Derek's tone was more pleading than he'd intended.

Stiles let out an annoyed sigh.

Derek stepped forward, "Can I see it?"

Stiles lifted the side of his shirt revealing a long gash along his left side.

Derek sat on the edge of Stiles' bed. He carefully reached out and placed a hand on the skin just below the wound.

Black veins started up Derek's arm as the pain flowed through their touch.

Stiles relaxed a bit before batting Derek's hand away, "I don't need your help."

Derek frowned. Stiles was rarely so hostile towards him, "Stiles, please let me help. I want to help take care of you."

"I don't want your help," Stiles snapped.

"Stiles," Derek sighed. He didn't know what this was about but he'd obviously done something to upset the human.

"Just go," Stiles frowned down at his hands.

"What did I do?" Derek asked calmly. Normally he would be more demanding, but he felt guilty for what happened to Stiles.

"I don't want to talk about this, can you please just go," Stiles huffed.

"I'm not leaving until you tell me why you've been avoiding me," Derek growled out gently.

"Why are you acting like you care? I'm just a useless human you keep around because of Scott. Why don't you go check on him," Stiles spat.

"I just came from there," Derek frowned.

"Of course you did," Stiles snorted with a roll of his eyes.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Derek's frown deepened.

"Can you please stop acting like you care, please. It hurts more," Stiles tone was pleading now.

"Stiles, I do care, genuinely I do," Derek didn't understand where Stiles got the idea that he didn't.

"You're only pretending to get Scott to agree to be a part of your pack. That's why you helped with the rogue wolves the other day and that's the only reason you're here," Stiles voice broke slightly. He hated feeling so vulnerable.

"No, Stiles, I care that you got hurt. I should have taken Peter's warning more seriously," Derek shook his head.

"You only care about impressing Scott. Peter is the one who cares, not you," Stiles refused to look at Derek.

"Peter?" Derek raised his brows.

"He's the one who was with me when I woke up. He's the one who took me there and called my dad. He's the one that helped me, not you, the so called alpha. You chose Scott over me," Stiles meant for his tone to be harsher than it was but it came out sad instead.

"Scott was in danger, I thought you would have wanted me to make sure he was okay," Derek blinked at Stiles in confusion.

"No, you just didn't want to be alone with me. Peter told me," Stiles shook his head sadly. His eyes were still locked on his hands.

"Peter told you what?" Derek growled.

"That you know," Stiles nodded.

"That I know what?"

"Are you really gonna make me say it?" Stiles snapped.

Derek only raised his brows in curiosity.

"That I have feelings for you," Stiles threw his hands up.

Derek's jaw dropped slightly.

"He told me that you knew and that you only saw me as the useless human you had to put up with in order to get Scott. All you care about is Scott and you made Peter take me to the hospital so you didn't have to be alone with me," Stiles voice waivered slightly.

Derek's jaw clenched, "I'm going to murder him."

"No, you can't I promised not to say anything. He asked me not to," Stiles said worriedly.

"He asked you not to because he lied. I let him take you so I could kill the one who hurt you. I didn't know anything about your feelings for me and you're the reason I'm fighting so hard for Scott. I care about you, Stiles. I know Scott is a package deal and I want you. I could barely stand the idea of you being hurt. I wanted nothing more but to see you and take care of you," Derek reached for Stiles cheek.

"Why would Peter lie?" Stiles frowned.

"Because I'm not the only one who cares about you like that," Derek growled. The idea that Peter tried to keep Stiles for himself by lying angered Derek.

"What do you mean like that? Like what?" Stiles asked, not moving.

"Like I do," Derek leaned forward pressing his forehead to Stiles.

"Oh," Stiles faltered for a moment, "I...I didn't know. I thought...I thought you-" Stiles cut himself off.

"I'm sorry," Derek whispered.

"You really feel that way? About me I mean," Stiles pulled back to look Derek in the face.

"I have for a little while now," Derek nodded.

Stiles down on his bottom lip trying to hold back a grin.

"I'm going to murder Peter, but first, I'm gonna take care of you," Derek carded his fingers through Stiles' hair gently.

"I'd like that," Stiles smiled shyly. He'd never imagined Derek would feel this way about him. This had to be a dream. If it was, Stiles was in no rush to wake up.

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