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The pack decided to stay the night, which wasn’t a shock to Stiles. It was 10:30 when Lydia turned off the TV. Stiles of course didn’t notice until Scott nudged his foot.
“Are you still in there?” Stiles looked down from the ceiling to Scott, who stood in front of him.
“Yeah.” Stiles stood up and stretched. Scott nodded and walked back over to Isaac and Allison. Stiles looked around to see Derek watching him. Fuck. Stiles walked past Scott and mumbled something about needing fresh air.
Stiles walked out onto the balcony and leaned against the wall. His hand reached for his phone before he knew why.
Ring.
Ri-
“Hey Psota, what’s up?” Dean’s voice pierced through the still air.
“Just a lot. Argent wants to come with me to meet some hunters.” Stiles looked out of the corner of his eye to see a shadow on the ground next to him. God damn it.
“The hunters Bobby talked about?” Stiles nodded as he looked over his shoulder to see Derek standing there against the glass.
“Yeah. Argent is going to find out.” Stiles hoped his sudden short answers would give Dean a hint to be vague.
“Oh.” There was a shuffling noise. “I trust you to explain.” Stiles nodded again. “Hopefully he doesn’t hate my grandfather too much.” Stiles frowned at the realisation that Argent might hate his family because of one insane relative.
“Well we don’t hate his father for what he did.” Stiles bit back. Derek’s eyebrow went up in question. Stiles glared back at him. Why can’t you go away?
There was a laugh on the other side of the phone. “True. You’ll be fine, kid. Let me know how it goes….” Stiles nodded, confused at the hesitation. “Love you, kid.” Stiles opened his mouth as the line went dead. He took the phone away from his ear and stared at it.
“You really are a mystery, Psota.” Stiles could feel his eyes warm as he shot a glare at Derek.
“You really are nosy.” Stiles took a deep breath and let the warmth fade out.
“I care about my pack and you are a threat depending on your connections and now lying about what you are.” Derek kicked off the glass and stood close to Stiles. Shit. Stiles suddenly noticed the height difference and automatically buffed up his wings as he looked up at Derek.
“I am protecting this pack as much as you.” Stiles took a step closer almost chest to chest with Derek, staring at his glowing red eyes. He was daring Derek to fight him or say something more.
Derek opened his mouth and Stiles’ eyebrows went up in question. “Are you guys coming inside?” Stiles looked around Derek’s shoulder at Scott. He was standing in the doorway looking lost.
“Yeah.” Stiles forced a smiled and pushed around Derek. He could hear Derek’s heart beat as he made his way across the balcony. It was fast and frantic, but not scared. Fucking weird night. Stiles rolled his eyes and followed Scott inside. This is going to be a shit year. The rest of the night Stiles tried to put everything with Derek and Argent behind him.
The next couple of days dragged on as the pack played ‘sitting ducks’. Friday came before Stiles could talk Argent out of going; which led to the current problem. “I would feel better if I drove.” Stiles looked at Argent trying to hide his frustration. They were standing in Stile’s driveway next to Roscoe as Argent tried to talk Stiles out of driving them. “I have all of the gear in my car, so if we need anything we have it.”
“Fine.” Stiles pushed out, feeling the dread build up. Stiles walked over to the passenger side as Chris got in and started his car. Maybe you can get him to stay in the car. Yeah… Stiles watched out the window as the trees flew by.
Stiles thanked God that the drive was only 30 mins and Argent decided to stay quiet the whole time. They pulled into the full parking lot of the dinner. There was one car that stood out, a well kept yellow Volkswagen Beetle that screamed hunter. Guess they are here already. Argent noticed the car as well and gave Stiles a nod. “I can take care of this.” Stiles said, hoping that Argent would get the hint. Argent looked around before shaking his head.
“We don’t know what they are capable of.” Stiles kept his face neutral at Argent's comment and led the way to the dinner door. The place was busy and Stiles took a look around at the wooden exterior. Argent softly elbowed him and Stiles followed his eyes to a booth in the corner. There was a man and a woman both in leather who were watching them. Stiles nodded and made his way over to them with Argent following. They got up as they approached. “Damien Holler and this is my sister.” Damien motioned to the woman next to him before putting his hand out to shake. Stiles took his hand with a quick shake and looked over as the woman started talking. “Zzyzx Holler. You are Psota Winchester?” Don’t be suspicious. Don’t be suspicious. She looked him up and down then looked at Argent over his shoulder. Stiles nodded. “This is Chris Argent, the resident hunter.” Argent gave his hand for them to shake.
When they were done they sat down in the booth. “So Bobby told us to drop this off.” Daimen put the book on the table. Stiles flipped through it before nodding. “You know we ran into your dad a way while back.” Stiles looked up in question. “They were doing a small hunt in Tennessee. Salt and burn.”
“Still as suicidal as ever?” Stile played along not wanting to get too much into the conversation.
“Of course.” Zzyzx answered smiling. “Isn’t that what makes Dean Winchester the legend he is?” Stiles felt Argent nudge his knee against his and forced himself to relax. His grace spread out and an easy smile fell on his face.
“Seems to be the one thing I inherited.” Stiles chuckled.
“Oh?” Daimen lifted an eyebrow.
Stiles looked over at the waitress walking up to the table, not wanting to really get into that. “What can I get you guys?”
They ordered and Daimen immediately looked back at Stiles. Guess he won’t let this go. “The kid gets into everything even when he shouldn’t.” Argent spoke up. Stiles frowned.
“I can protect myself.” Zzyzx shook her head with a smile at his protest.
“Kid, you look like you are 100 lbs soaking wet.” I come here and get bullied, amazing. “But I wouldn’t be surprised if you are military trained like your old man.” Daimen nodded in agreement with his sister.
“I’m trying.” Stiles said earnestly. Stiles could feel a spike in energy and took a slow look around as if trying to find what to say next. There at the bar was Crowley. You have to be shitting me. Stiled turned back to the table as the waitress put their food down.
Not much was said as they ate. Soon, Argent said he would take the bill as a thank you for helping. At last, the conversation started back up as the four of them walked outside. “Well, tell Bobby ‘Hi’ for us next time you talk to him.” Zzyzx called, as she walked over to the Beetle.
“Nice meeting you, Psota.” Daimen put his hand out one more time. As Stiles shook it he finally realised that all of the rings on his hand were silver. Smart. “And Argent.” Stiles looked over to the side of the build where he felt eyes watching him. Crowley leaned against the wall seeming to lazily watch the interaction. That motherfucker.
Argent nudged his shoulder and Stiles looked back. Daimen was gone and Argent gestured to his car. Stiles nodded and followed him back to the car. It wasn’t until they were pulling out of the parking lot that Stiles looked at the time; 18:20 sat on the dashboard clock.
The sky started bleeding an array of colours as they drove back to Beacon Hills. Stiles watched in silence as his hand ran up and down the book in his lap. Argent didn’t say anything though Stiles could tell he wanted to. When they pulled up in front of Stiles’ Argent finally turned to look at him.
Stiles continued to stare out the window as he heard the man sigh. “Look, I won’t say anything to the pack, but this is big, Stiles. Your father and uncle, hell even your grandfather and grandmother's family, is known around the hunter community for many different reasons.” Stiles turned and opened his mouth to retort, but Argent put a hand up to stop him. “If anyone goes after you for being related to them, you cannot let the pack stay in the dark. They should know at some point who exactly is on their side.” Derek’s words of last Saturday played in Stiles' mind. “... you are a threat depending on your connections and now lying about what you are.”
Stiles nodded. “Good. Now go get some rest. Good night, kid.” Stiles nodded as he got out of the car. He didn’t say anything as he closed the door and walked up the driveway to the door.
When he got inside, it was almost dark; Stiles swallowed as he stood in the entrance with a blank head and a feeling of exhaust.