Spn and TW Oneshots Book 2(CLOSED)

Paranoia(Sterek)

Stiles checked the front door of the lake house for the second time before making his way to the large living room where the pack was gathered.

"You alright, Stiles?" Lydia asked from her spot on the oversized couch.

"Yeah, just checking the locks," Stiles nodded, peering out the window. His eyes skirted across the dark driveway and towards the lake. The pack had moved in a few months ago. Derek had bought if from Lydia's mother and decided to move the pack into it. It kept everyone together and safer.

Lydia frowned but didn't respond. Stiles had seemed more paranoid than normal the past week.

Stiles settled onto the couch after a few moments, just as the movie started. Every Thursday they would have a movie night. It helped everyone relax a bit. It wasn't a scary movie by any means, but it was suspenseful at times which caused Stiles to jump more than once.

"You're awfully jumpy," Isaac noted, leaning towards Stiles.

"I think I'm still just reeling from the whole witch fiasco," Stiles spoke dismissively. It had only been a week since the pack had fought off a witch. She had been particularly difficult to defeat, and they'd only barely managed to.

Isaac gave Stiles a comforting pat which only caused him to jump again.

Stiles ignored the concerned look Isaac shot him. He really didn't want to dwell on it.

Once the movie had come to an end, Stiles headed for the front door, once again checking the lock. He pressed his hand to the door making sure it was completely closed, his fingers attempted to twist the lock, but it was already seated in place.

"You already checked the lock, Stiles," Lydia frowned as she watched Stiles jiggle the handle to be sure it wouldn't open.

"Can't be too careful," Stiles gave a forced smile before moving on to the back door and then to the basement to check the door there and the mountain ash he'd put down.

"Have you guys noticed Stiles' paranoia?" Lydia asked when Stiles disappeared down the steps.

"He's always been paranoid," Scott shrugged. He was used to it.

"Yeah, but it's been worse," The red head frowned at the set of stairs Stiles had gone down.

"He said he's still reeling from the witch attack," Isaac dismissed gently. He didn't think it was anything to worry about.

"I guess," Lydia agreed hesitantly. She just wasn't sure. Something seemed off but she couldn't place her finger on it.

-

That night Derek heard clanging down stairs. He checked the time through sleepy eyes to see it was nearly three a.m. Throwing the covers off of him he headed down to investigate.

"Stiles?" Derek huffed, upon realizing it was only the human.

"Derek," Stiles leapt at the sudden sound of his voice.

"What are you doing?" Derek asked frowning at him. Stiles' hair was in disarray like he'd slept on it for a week. His eyes were dark and hollowed, likely from lack of sleep.

"I was checking to make sure the stove was off," Stiles answered simply.

"Oh, okay," Derek gave a small nod before turning around to head back to bed but then he stopped. Stiles had checked the oven at least twice before starting the movie and once after.

"Stiles-"

But before Derek could say anything more Stiles was stepping past him to head up the stairs, "Goodnight, Derek."