We Didn't Want To

April 15th

Stiles stood helplessly by the door of the hospital room that housed his mother for the last couple of months.

"Hey", She wheezed weakly as she stared up at the boy. "Co... Come c... closer, will you?" Slowly the young boy shuffles towards his mother's bedside placing his small hand in hers.

"They....never wanted this...for you.... they.... lo-" She never got to finish what she wanted to say before he was ripped away from her body.

The buzz of the Camaro's engine was the only noise between them, in a seriously uncomfortable silence (god he wished he hadn't told Scott to go home) as Derek breaks more than a few speed laws. The wolf was the first one to break the silence,

"Are you okay?"

"She never finished what she wanted to say" the boy replied ominously.

"What?"

"She never finished what she wanted to say" he repeated.

"Yeah I heard you Stiles, but what does that even mean".

"My mo-", he hesitated "She was tried to say something about 'they', but she died before she could finish".

"Who's 'they'."

"I guess that's what I'm about to find out". Stiles said looking up as the police station can into view.

Before Derek could even full park Stiles hopped out of the car; hastily walking towards the station. Derek cursed under his breath as he finished parking (he already broke more than enough laws tonight and wasn't about to get a ticket now). By the time Derek walked in Stiles had already barged into his father's office, he caught up behind his boyfriend and closed the door trying not to start a scene.

"Stiles? Derek? What are you two doing here?" the sheriff asks when looked up and noticed that they were there.

"I want to see my birth certificate". Stiles said coolly.

"Why?"

"I just want to see it".

"You can see it but not right now".

"Why not now".

"Because Stiles, it's 6 in the morning".

"Is that the only reason!" now Stiles was raising his voice. Derek could smell the anger, hurt, and mostly fear radiating off him.

"What the heck are you talking about".

"What day was I born"

"Stiles what is go- "

"Just answer the question!" Stiles snapped

John sighed but complied "April 15th".

"No."

"What is 'no'?"

"No, that's not my actual birthday".

"Stiles go home, Derek please take him home". John pleaded, Derek grabbed Stiles' arm, but he shook him off.

"April 15th was not my birthday it was the day she found me!" Stiles screamed tears running down his face.

The sheriff paused looking at his son is disbelief before finding his words "Who told you?"

"When were you going to tell me", Stiles' voice cracked.

"I- "

The sheriff was interrupted when a deputy tentatively stuck her head into the door. "Sheriff, two pedestrians found three dead bodies and one unconscious man in the preserve, we're heading out now".

John ran his hand down his face and sighed "I'll be there in one second" he called. The deputy nodded and closed the door behind her; the sheriff turned back to his son who was fuming, "We'll finish this conversation when my shift is over", then he Derek who looked little pale, "Derek, take him home please".

The werewolf didn't even wait a second before practically dragging the teen out of the station, who only retaliated a little before finding that it was no use.

The Impala got smaller with every mile as the tension grows thicker, Dean was driving gripping the wheel tightly getting more annoyed from, Sam, who kept sending worried looks his way. Castiel knew what was coming from 100 miles away when his brother finally shattered the silence.

Gabriel let out a loud sigh, "Is no one going to address the elephant in the car?".

"What the hell are you talking about", Dean clipped.

"Oh, don't play stupid Dean, you and Castiel are sleeping with each other again".

"What do you mean by again we never stopped having intercourse", Castiel asked confused.

"I mean real sex, not drunk nooky".

"Gabe!" sputtered Sam.

"What!? you know it's true, we hear them every time!" Gabriel quipped.

"We could say the same about you brother" Castiel shot back.

"Well, at least a b- "

Dean slammed on the break making everybody lurch forward admonishing them "We are not talking about this, so everyone shut their pie hole!"

Dean put the car in motion and turn on the radio in an attempt to drain some of the tension, but he knew it was bullshit.

It was going to be an awfully long ride.

Derek and Stiles were parked in front of the Stilinski house, staring at it in front of them; none of them had said anything the whole ride there.

"Der..." Stiles whispered.

"Yeah?"

"We were in the preserve earlier, right?"

"Yeah".

"Those men that showed and the ones the deputy told my dad about", Stiles voice wavered as he continued "are they...did I- "

"Yeah" Derek sighed.

"Oh my God!" Stiles gasped out; he started breathing heavy, heading towards a full-blown panic attack.

"Stiles! STILES! You need to calm down!"

"CALM DOWN! I KILLED THREE PEOPLE!"

"Stiles! Please!"

"I MURDERED PEOPLE!" Stiles screamed "I can- I can't breathe" he was starting to pant, Derek knew if Stiles didn't relax soon, he was going to pass out.

"It was self-defense, please Stiles you need to relax. It was in self-defense, they came you after first" Derek assured as he wrapped his arms around his mate, saying the last part more to himself.

But Stiles' breathing was still rapid.

"Stiles please calm down, please" Derek begged because he hated seeing him like this it made him feel useless.

After a few minutes, Stiles breath slowed a bit as he started to get ahold of himself.

"Derek?" he croaked

"Yes, Stiles?"

"What's wron- What am I?" his voice was watery.

"I don't know".

"Deaton?" Stiles asked knowing that Derek would know what he meant.

"Yeah, Deaton"