We Didn't Want To

What Did He Mean

Derek had finally convinced Stiles to get some sleep while they waited for his dad to finish his shift. He only had to wait about two and a half hours before the Sheriff shuffled in, but Derek was leaning against the kitchen counter too lost in his own thoughts to notice.

"Derek?" the older man asked, breaking Derek out of his trance. "What are you still doing here?" The Sheriff moved toward his secret stash in the upper cabinets.

"I was making sure Stiles got some sleep before you came home," Derek answered awkwardly.

He and the Sheriff are not at all close despite Derek being mated to his son. They barely said anything to each other except when Stiles or the pack was around, usually talking about some supernatural occurrence. The Sheriff gives him an affirmative nod as thanks while pulling out an almost full bottle of Brandy and two glass cups, pouring about three fingers in each. "I know this is practically water to you, but it's rude to drink alone in front of somebody," he says as he hands Derek a glass.

"Is Stiles adopted?" Derek blurts. He knows it's none of his business but it's been bothering him since the clinic.

The Sheriff sighed and scrubbed his hands down his face. "Yeah he is, we- I was going to tell him, but Claudia passed and for a long time I was too drunk to function. Then for a couple of years, we just weren't very close and I thought if I told him the truth he'd leave. And recently, with all this supernatural stuff, I barely have time to breathe."

"What did he mean by April 15th being the day that she 'found' him?" Derek knew that he was getting too personal but he needed to know because it could help figure out what the hell was wrong with his mate.

The older man hesitated before replying to the question, "Claudia was working a graveyard shift at the hospital when a man showed and literally dropped Stiles into her arms before 'disappearing.'"

"Disappearing?"

"Yeah I know, I thought it was crazy too. I mean, how can someone disappear who was just in front of you? But then a couple of years later she was diagnosed and I thought that it was just an early sign that I missed."

"What do you think now?"

"I don't know. Do you think it had something to do with your world?" Realization spread across the Sheriff's face. "How did he figure out he was adopted?"

Derek hesitated, but that only seemed to make the sheriff more desperate. "How did he know?" The Sheriff pleaded.

Derek sighed but told him the whole story; from how he found Stiles in the woods, to the fight with those things, and then taking him to Deaton. By the end of the story, the Sheriff looked like he had seen a ghost.

"So you're basically telling me that Stiles did that to those me-things."

Derek nodded his head slowly and the other man stumbled over to the dining table and lowered himself into a seat. "That can't be possible," the Sheriff mumbled. "Stiles is human. I know that he can't kill people by burning their eyes out."

The Sheriff shook off his fear enough to ask, "What is this nephilim, anyway."

"I don't know, but Deaton is working on it," Derek promised. "What about the man that was unconscious?"

The Shariff roughly rubs his hands against his face again, "He is still unconscious, so until he wakes up we have nothing to go on."

"But you do," Derek sadly argued.

"It was self-defense, they came at him first and he didn't even mean to hurt them," The Sheriff snapped back.

"Well, if anyone found out I'm not too sure they'll agree with you."

"That's if anyone finds out. I will destroy every piece of evidence to protect my son, even if that means I have to burn the entire Station to the ground!"

Derek may not know a lot about the Sheriff but one thing he was one hundred percent sure of was how much he loved his son.

The Impala pulled into some dingy motel in the middle of San Diego. Dean got out to buy the room keys and when he was out of sight Gabriel stopped holding back, "So baby bro, how's the sex?"

"Gabe!" Sam sputtered.

"What! Don't pretend like you don't wanna know!"

"I don't!"

The archangel rolled his eyes, turning back to the astounded younger angel. "So how is it? Is it rough or slow, like really good baby-makin-" Gabriel cut himself off, realizing what he just said, "Shit, sorry, Cas, I didn't mean-" but before could finish his apology the other angel was already out of the car opting to wait outside.

Sam turned and faced Gabriel, "Seriously, Gabe, why do you have to keep picking on Cas about Dean and his private life."

"I didn't mean to upset him. I accidentally used a bad choice of words," the archangel defended himself.

"No kidding." The younger Winchester sighed as he started getting out of the car when he saw his brother coming back.

"The rooms are too expensive so we can only afford two rooms," Dean announced, handing a key to Sam and Gabriel. "How about an hour to clean up then we meet in your room before making our way to the police station?"

"An hour is just enough," Gabriel said suggestively, quicky dragging Sam to their room.

"Disgusting," Dean gagged, then faced Castiel holding out the keys. "I'll get the bags and you can go up and shower. The room is on the key." The angel swiftly took the key and left.

Dean sighed as he went to the trunk to retrieve their bags; he knew that Cas was going to be aloof the whole trip. They were close to the place where they had left him. Dean wished he could go back in time to change the past; he wished that he and Cas could finally be normal with each other again; he wished he never wanted a family with the angel in the first place.

A/N | Thanks to my beta Devral