Metanoia

2

*Stiles*

We finished eating and put the dishes away, shooing everyone upstairs. No one was happy to go shopping, well besides Lydia and Allison. I walked into mine and Derek's room and almost laughed. Derek put on his normal clothes but he was swimming in them.  

"Babe.  You do know you could've just put on some of my clothes right."

He just glared at me. I shook my head walking into past him and took out a plain red Henley I owned with a pair of blue jeans and some boxers tossing them towards my mate before pulling on a pair of blue jeans and a Star Wars shirt with a red and black flannel. Turning around I saw Derek pouting because the clothes still didn't fit right. 

"Der, let me help. Then we can go help the others." I said getting a huff in return. I grabbed a belt slipping it on him and then rolled up the pant legs. I quickly grabbed a pair of black converse and socks slipping them on his feet. 

"There." I said. 
"Thanks." He muttered before walking past me to help the others. 

"Stiles!" Lydia called. 

"Yeah?"

"We need help dressing those under the age of nine." 

"We're coming." I said. 

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Everyone was dressed and we all ended up taking the vacation van to fit everyone in and still have room for the things we buy. The older pups were holding those of six years or younger because they need a car seat or a booster seat. We finally arrived at the store. This is going to be chaos. 

"Sti?" 

"Yes Der."

" Do we have a game plan?"

"Clothes mainly. The girls can go get some clothes for them including undergarments and shoes. Then they come check back in with us boys and if we are not done they can go pick some of the toys, car seats and some other things I have on a separate list from the groceries. And they can take the younger boys with them. Then the rest of us can get the groceries." 

Some groaned and others just sighed. 
"Oh please. Just suck it up." I said as everyone unloaded. 

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As predicted shopping was a disaster. But we managed. We didn't get any cold items so we could go straight to Deaton's. 

"Stiles what can I help you with?" Deaton asked as he saw me come through the door. 

*Derek*

It is a bit embarrassing to have Stiles belittle me along with the pack as one of the pups. He might not do it on purpose or not know he is doing it. I could be over thinking everything too I suppose. It could also be the teenage hormones pumping through my body making me more embarrassed possibly. I don't know.  Now we are at Deaton's after a horrid shopping trip. 

"Stiles, how can I help you?" Deaton asked as we walked in. 

"Well, the pack is all kind little because we went after the witch. She said some de-aging spell in Polish knocking us all back. Waking up this morning everyone but myself  are from ages 16-3."

"Why don't you all come to the back and I'll see what I can do." 

We all followed him back putting the younger five on the table as Deaton began poking, prodding, asking questions, taking blood and other tests. 

"The spell is meant to be permanent. However, I can cure it." 

"That's good to know."-Mason

"How long do you thing?" I asked

"Three to four months. Somethings are rare and require time to get them."

"Okay, we just got to let parents know. Oh and Deaton their brains won't revert to the age they are right?" Stiles asked. 

"No, they will keep their matured mentality." 

"Oh thank god." Stiles huffed. 

"Hey." we all said. 

"I have reason to be thinking this way, leave me be." We rolled our eyes but grabbed the younger five, thanked Deaton and headed back to the pack house. We had rebuilt my old home to accommodate everyone. Actually, it was Stiles idea. 

"Hey Ally"-Sti

"Yeah?" 

"Can you text all the parents plus Jordan and Peter to meet at the pack house please." 

"Sure" and the rest of the ride was quiet.