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The morning after what Stiles has named as one of the worst things to hit Beacon Hills since Peter Hale was alive, is kind of boring.
Nothing exciting happens, they meet at the Hale House of Horrors and basically do what Stiles told Derek they would do.
Write down what he knows about in as much detail as possible.
The rest of the Rat monkeys they call a pack lounge around in the crappy sofa that Stiles had Scott drag here for these occasions after a neighbor of theirs had put it out on the curb for trash.
It wasn’t the greatest thing, again it was meant to be trash, but it did its job, although Stiles was rarely allowed to sit in it.
If it wasn’t full of Scott and Allison sucking face or Lydia and Jackson growling at each other about god knows what, the two fought like cats and dogs one second they were growling and pushing the next they would be all cuddly.
Or Danny would be over and Jackson would practically be on the guys lap babbling a mile a minute about their latest encounter with death and how they barely managed to escape with Stiles intact because you know everyone else that faced the grim reaper in whatever kind of face he chose to wear was either a werewolf or trained in the art of hunting except Stiles he was in charge of playing the damsel in distress on more than one occasion and he was not happy and had said so to Derek who promptly told him that it was his own fault.
Anyway, aside from those awesome moments, every time Stiles sat on the sofa, which he had gotten more for himself than anyone else, Derek some how always seemed to have something for him to do, get pizza with Derek, go to library with Derek, it was too late and he needed to get home without Derek, at first it was ok, =but after a while he began to notices that it was the sofa, Derek didn’t want him on it. It was strange. So very strange, strange enough that Stiles was basically messing around with Derek when it came to it just to see the Alphas reaction.
It was priceless to say the least.
At first he thought it was the whole he was human, they were werewolf but that idea got shut down real quick, he was allowed to do everything else and participate on the cuddles before the full moon thing that was way more important than a barely together sofa, so that only left the option B. Test out everything and anything.
Derek was not fond of Stiles on sofa for a number of reasons that had come and gone in the quest for the answer but one day he got his answer.
When he had sat down, Derek hadn’t even waited a whole minute before grabbing his collar and dragging him off with the excuse of feeding and then Stiles had felt it or heard it, the small sniff by his neck as he was pushed forward.
Derek did not want him smelling like the decrepit sofa, it was sweet if it wasn’t so annoying really.
Their dancing around each other was nearly as bad as Cas and Dean in SPN…totally more pathetic, but even though he knew this, Stiles was not going to be the one that broached the subject first.
So here they were, he was sitting on the lawn chairs that somehow had wound up in the house as Derek leaned against the wall and kept staring out side a hole in the wall at the trees and answering the questions that Stiles fired at him to the best of his knowledge.
After 30 minutes of Yes and No answers Stiles got tired and his hand hurt from writing, he really needed a laptop, maybe he could convince his dad somehow.
He put down his pencil and massaged his wrist, Derek turned to him raised and eyebrow asking him a question. Stiles found that hot and completely mesmerizing but Derek would never know that. Ever.
“Tired only human here,” he answered, setting his yellow note pad to the side, he got up and proceeded to head toward the door that led to the world outside with fresh air.
Derek followed shortly behind.
Outside was dangerous according to Derek, even though Stiles was only a door way, away from an Alpha and 3 Betas and a hunter, but it was Derek and there was no arguing with him and using reason so he just let it happen.
He sat down on the last step and waited for Derek to occupy the left side.
“Supernatural.” Derek started then leaned back. “You want to tell me about it?” he sounded like it hurt him to say it.
Stiles looked at him, seeing if Derek was serious, and when he found no doubt he gave a wicked smirk and leaned back as well.
“So its like this, it’s a TV show about these two brothers who are hunters, kind of like Allison, except you know, hotter and older and see way scarier shit than she does.” Stiles says, and looks to Derek for confirmation that he is listening, he finds that the Alpha had his eyes closed and that his breathing was even. He was either extremely calm or was napping.
Either way he asked Stiles and weather he was listening or not, Stiles was going to provide the answer.
“So its kind of cool and it sucks you in, cause they are like such a close knit family, I mean with their whole awful luck and all, actually you would like it probably would relate slightly to them, you know what I’m not gonna spoil it for you, lets make it our new movie night thing that we do at Jacksons, yeah, that sounds good.” then he leans close to Derek and whispers so that the others wont hear. “We could share the love seat that way you can scent mark me all you want.”
Stiles looks for a reaction to what he says on Dereks face, but gets none, so Derek was either really asleep or a really good actor. Stiles hopes he really was asleep.
Returning back to his side of the step he falls back and basks in the sun, and finds himself lulled by the warm rays into oblivion.