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The next few weeks were spent going to school, Derek’s loft on Friday's for a pack meet, and home. School was as interesting as watching an black and white war movie, interesting but colourless; while home was just sleeping, reading, and going for a run. Derek’s was just watching movies or talking, but sometimes Stiles found it better than home.
It was a Friday in the middle of May, and the pack decided on pizza. Shocker, I know. Stiles was sitting on the floor against the couch because it was the only open spot left. Courtesy of Scott. Stiles played with the laces of his shoes while everyone was arguing about a movie to watch.
“How about Up?”
“We watched that last week, Isaac. How about the new Twilight movie?”
“That’s worse and no one likes those movies, Allison.” Allison gasped at Isaac in mock betrayal.
“Guys how about we just watch Ratatouille again?”
“Really Scott?” Derek sounded done with the whole idea of a movie.
“I heard that they are making a new show based off of a book series. Give me the remote.” Lydia was handed the remote from Erica who was just scrolling Netflix. It took a minute for her to find the show.
“ Supernatural?” Stiles looked up from his shoes at Scott’s words.
“Yeah it’s based off the series about two brothers who hunt the supernatural.” Lydia sounded sure which meant that they were going to be stuck watching it.
What the absolute- “Stiles read the books.” Stiles turned and glared at Scott, who was sitting at the edge of the couch next to Allison. “Yeah, last year right?” Scott explained while everyone had questioning looks.
“Yep.” Stiles said through gritted teeth. Nothing else was said as Lydia hummed then clicked on the first episode. Is there a wikiHow of ‘How to Put a Nephilim Out of Its Misery’?
Let’s just say the night full of Lydia, Allison, Erica, and sometimes Isaac talking about how hot his dad and uncle were, made Stiles highly uncomfortable. Scott passed sorry looking glances with his puppy eyes every now and then.
They watched six episodes before it was late and Derek told everyone to leave or go to sleep. It was decided at that moment that the pack would sleep over. They somehow found enough blankets and pillows and everyone picked where they would be sleeping.
Stiles was kind of going through the motions as he couldn’t stop thinking about the books. Do they know about me now that I made contact with Bobby? Will I be in the show? Would that cause a paradox or some- “-Stiles?”
“What?” Stiles looked at Lydia who was sitting up against the other couch.
“The show.” Lydia looked at him confused.
“What?” I should really start paying more attention.
“What did you think of the show? Does it live up to the books?”
“Oh, it was good. Some things were different, but yeah.” Stiles really didn’t want to be talking about it. Lydia nodded and turned to Allison to ask something Stiles couldn’t hear.
“So?” Stiles looked at Scott who sat down next to him against the couch.
“So what?”
“Bobby’s.” Scott looked like it should have been obvious.
“Yeah I’m going and yes my dad will be there.” Scott looked like an excited puppy.
“I meant to ask you about that actually.” Stiles jumped a little and looked over at Isaac. “I thought Stillinski was your dad?”
“Oh. No, I’m adopted.” Stiles realised that everyone was looking at him shocked except Scott. “I’ve been visiting my biological dad in the summer.”
“Bobby?” Boyd asked, sitting next to Erica.
“No, Bobby is like a family friend. My dad’s name is De-stiel, Destiel Novak.” Really Psota, Destiel?
“Destiel Novak?” Allison asked intrigued.
“Yeah.” Stiles prayed that the werewolves wouldn’t pick up his lie. Why is it so hard to learn to control your heart when you lie? They seemed good with that answer and Lydia and Allison went back to talking about the show.
Stiles looked over to the eyes that were watching him with a raised eyebrow. Derek frowned slightly and turned back to what Erica was saying. He totally saw through my lie.
1:35
Stiles stood out on the balcony of the loft looking out at the forest; everyone else was out half an hour ago. Stiles took out a flask from his back pocket and took a sip of whiskey. “Stiles.”
“Sourwolf.” Stiles looked over at him.
“Whiskey?” Derek walked over and stood next to Stiles.
“Yeah. It helps with the nightmares.” Stiles shrugged. “It works most of the time.” Derek didn’t respond. Always cheerful to talk to. “Look if you aren’t going to talk then I will.”
“You lied about your dad.” Stiles took another sip.
“So?” Derek didn’t say anything while Stiles started to get uncomfortable. “Look what am I supposed to say, oh yeah I’m a hunter’s kid and those books aren’t fiction and-” Stiles saw Derek’s face.
“A hunter’s kid?” Derek sounded strangely amused at the idea.
“I’m drunk.” Stiles lied and put the flask back in his pocket. “And tired.” Stiles left Derek on the balcony and went back inside. Stiles laid down at his spot and closed his eyes; a minute later he heard Derek come in. Shit. Stiles didn’t sleep that night.
Two weeks later. The pack was eating pizza and watching more Supernatural .
“Shadows, really?” Allison asked as the beginning of episode 16 was starting.
“It's a Daeva which is a demon of darkness. They’re summoned by witches, mostly, to kill people and..” Stiles looked up from his shoes to find everyone staring at him. “What?”
“You just spoiled the episode, that’s all.” Lydia replied.
“Oh.” Stiles nodded.
It was in the middle of episode 18 that Stiles’ phone started ringing. Bobby . “I’ll be back. You guys can keep watching.” Stiles said as he got up and walked towards the balcony door. He answered the phone as he closed the door. He leaned against the balcony wall looking into the loft.
“Hey.”
“Hey kid.” Stiles smiled. “Look I talked it over with Dean and Sam, and it’s safe to come over next week.” Yes! “But there’s one thing you need to know.”
“What?” Stiles heard the sudden seriousness.
“Sam won’t be the same. Dean is watching him and he may need your help.” Stiles nodded slowly even though Bobby couldn’t see him.
“Ok. Is he sick or wounded?” Stiles started to pace the length of the balcony.
“It’s better we talk when you get here.” Stiles nodded again.
“I’ll drive down next weekend.”
“Stay safe, kid.” Bobby said, then the line went dead. Stiles put his phone in his back pocket and leaned on his elbows on the balcony wall. Stiles rubbed a hand over his face as he stared at the forest. Is it something with Hell? He has to have his soul back by now. Stiles heard the door closed and looked up.
“Derek.” Derek didn't say anything as he leaned against the wall with his back to the forest. “Werewolf ears.” Stiles muttered and shook his head and sighed. “How much did you hear?”
“Nothing, but you reek of worry.” Charming. Stiles rolled his eyes.
“My uncle got in an accident and I’m going to help my dad take care of him this summer.”
How far from the truth makes it a lie?
Derek didn’t say anything and Stiles fidgeted with his hands.