Spn and TW Oneshots Book 2(CLOSED)

Weight Part 2(Sterek)

Stiles' brows pulled into a frown on his face.

"I'm sorry what?"

"Absolutely not," Derek growled Standing then.

"He can speak for himself," Damian spoke calmly, not looking away from Stiles.

"This isn't kosher," Derek growled making his way closer to the human.

"He's not one of you pack," Damian pointed out, still just as calmly.

"Yes, he is," Derek insisted angrily.

"He does not answer to the call of the moon, so he does not answer to you," Damian finally looked towards Derek.

"You want to turn me?" Stiles frowned.

"Not if that is not your wish. You have remained human through your years of service with the Hale's. I don't see why that would have to change with us," Damian spoke in the politically correct way that made Stiles nervous.

"I don't..." Stiles shifted anxiously, "I already have a pack," he glanced at Derek nervously.

"I understand, however I would like to extent the offer for three days. Give me your answer then." Damian held out a piece of paper with a phone number.

"I don't understand why you would think I would consider the offer?" Stiles frowned, taking the paper.

"Well you took my number for one," Damian smiled.

Stiles swallowed nervously, being careful to avoid Derek's eyes.

"For another, I would never lie to you," Damian glanced at a seething Derek.

Stiles' bit down on his bottom lip waiting for Derek to say something.

"And lastly, Nathaniel is with us," Damian gestured to the dark haired beta.

Stiles frowned, but before he could question what that had to do with anything, Damian continued.

"You're attracted to him," Damian leaned in closer, "I can smell it on you."

Stiles' cheeks blushed a bright scarlet color.

"Try being stuck in a room with the two of them, I was just glad they didn't start making out in front of me," Heather snorted a laugh.

"I think you should go," Derek growled out harshly.

Stiles knew that Derek was pissed.

Once Damian and his betas had left, Derek started packing his bag in silence.

"What are you doing?" Stiles asked afraid of what Derek might say when he did finally speak.

"You were going to catch the bus home before they stopped you, am I right?" Derek asked, not bothering to look up.

"Yes," Stiles shifted slightly.

"I'm taking us home," Derek responded gruffly.

"You shouldn't travel right now, you need to let yourself heal," Stiles sighed.

"I'm not staying here any longer," Derek snapped, finally looking up at Stiles.

"Look, I'm not going to take him up on his offer, I-"

"Would you if it wasn't for Scott?" Derek cut in then.

Stiles blinked, "What?"

"You're only turning him down because you wouldn't leave Scott. If Scott wasn't in the picture would you go?" Derek demanded. He stood tense at the end of the bed.

"No," Stiles shook his head. He didn't understand how Derek could think that.

"You sure? Nathaniel's here," Derek spat the name.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were jealous. So, what is this about?" Stiles pressed.

"Maybe I am jealous, Stiles," Derek snapped slamming his bag on the bed.

Stiles rolled his eyes, "You're not jealous, Derek. Just talk to me," Stiles huffed.

"Maybe I'm jealous that you took Damian's number," Derek took a step towards Stiles. His eyes looked murderous.

"Why? I was just being polite. And Nathanial is the one I..." Stiles trailed off as Derek continued towards him.

"Maybe I'm jealous that you like Nathanial," Derek was now only standing a foot from Stiles.

"Or maybe I'm jealous that every time I try to do right by you, all I end up doing is pushing you into someone else's arms." Derek raised his tone a bit. It reminded Stiles of when he first met Derek all those years ago.

"Into someone else's arms?" Stiles frowned at the alpha.

"When you asked if I would attend the Werewolf alpha convention in L.A. two years ago, I said no, because It would be better for you if you weren't seen with me. You took Isaac instead. You two came back best friends. When an old pack came to visit, I insisted you keep your distance which made you wait and ambush one of them. You started dating him. I told you I didn't want you getting mixed up in emissary affairs and you call Cora to take you, where you met Adam, whom you also dated. Now I insist you stay at the hotel in order to keep you alive and you're being offered a position in another pack with a guy you obviously like, so yeah, I am jealous," Derek was practically shouting.

Stiles' jaw hung open.

"I lied to you because I care about you, and I don't want you getting hurt. I can heal and I'm faster, but I don't ever want to make you feel like you're weak, because you are one of the strongest people I know. I'm reckless because I'm expendable, you're not. Not to me, not to anyone in the pack, and apparently not to Damian's pack either." Derek gestured towards the hotel door.

Stiles wanted to say something, but before he got the chance, Derek's mouth was on his.

Just as quickly as the kiss started, it was over.

"I'm sorry, that was, I shouldn't have done that. I just..." Derek ran a hand through his hair.

"Hey," Stiles spoke gently taking Derek's face in his hands. He leaned forward, pressing his lips to Derek's. Derek relaxed into the kiss. It was an odd feeling, kissing Derek, but it felt right. Like it was always supposed to be like this.

The weight of hunting might not be something Stiles could ever get used to, but this definitely was.

*AN*
So this is not at all what I and intended to write when I sat down earlier, but here is part two. Lol