Sterek Library (a03 Edition)

Sure Of You

By: inhystereks on a03

Summary: The Sheriff knew Stiles had found his not-so-little surprise when he went completely silent.

“Dad?” he called.

“Yeah, son?” John called back.

“Why is there a werewolf in the living room?”

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The Sheriff knew Stiles had found his not-so-little surprise when he went completely silent.

“Dad?” he called.

“Yeah, son?” John called back.

“Why is there a werewolf in the living room?”

It was his casual tone that made John react. He’d heard Stiles use that tone of voice to say, “So I might be bleeding.” and “So I might have set something on fire.” and “Hypothetically…” too many times to not have an immediate response.

“What?!” He shot up out of his chair and hurried to the living room. There was no one but the dog and Stiles. He sighed. “Funny, Stiles. Damn, you’ll give your old man a heart attack.”

“Do not joke like that,” Stiles said sharply. John held up his hands in surrender.

“It’s your fault for acting like a mythical creature was in the house,” John said.

“It’s your fault for bringing a mythical creature into the house,” Stiles said. He pointed at the dog. “That’s definitely a werewolf. Like. No question.”

“First of all, werewolves don’t exist. There is no second of all, because werewolves don’t exist,” John said.

“Dad, are you serious right now? He’s literally freaking out because I’m calling him out on being a supernatural creature. How can you look in those eyes and not just know there’s a human under that wolf skin?” Stiles demanded.

The dog did actually seem to be more than a little agitated. He was pacing back and forth, whining.

“You’re scaring him, Stiles,” John sighed.

“How am I scaring him? The only way I could be scaring him right now is if he understands what we’re saying. Which he does, because he’s a werewolf,” Stiles said. He looked at the dog. “Look, dude, I’m not against werewolves or anything. Live and let live. I just want to know why my dad brought you home.”

The dog growled at him.

“It’s fine that he brought you home,” Stiles said, with exasperation clear in his voice. “I don’t have a problem with it. I’m just curious about why. I don’t like not knowing things.”

The dog huffed and turned away, flicking his tail in a distinctly annoyed manner.

“Did you just sass me?” Stiles asked, affronted expression on his face as he stepped forward. The dog looked at him with his teeth bared. “I don’t care if you are a werewolf, buddy, I will spray bottle your ass so fast. Do not play with me.”

“Stiles,” John said. “You realize you’re talking to a dog, right?”

“A dog?” Stiles asked incredulously, “Even if you refuse to admit he’s a werewolf, you can’t actually think he’s just a normal dog.”

“Maybe he has some wolf blood in him,” John sighed, “But he’s not a werewolf because werewolves don’t exist.”

Stiles stared at him. Looked at the dog who was watching them with his head tilted. Looked back to his dad.