Life was piercing me with an ice pick. Everything I did, always had a consequence since I met Derek. Since I befriended Stiles and Scott.

Well... maybe Stiles.

"This is the 13th time I have had an interaction with you this month, Dean. Almost all of them have been at crime scenes." Sheriff Stilinski scorned as I slowly turned to the dead body that was being carried away. "God are you killing all these people?"

"What?! No! No. I don't— I wouldn't kill someone for the fun of it. I'd have to have a reason to kill them." I quickly shot down the idea of being a suspect as Noah raised a brow.

"But you'd kill someone?" He asked as I rolled on the balls of my feet and clasped my hands together, nodding slowly.

"Perhaps. Look, it was just... wrong place, wrong time." I smiled awkwardly as Sheriff Stilinski turned his head then back to me.

"It's a corner store."

"It's also 12 AM." I smiled nervously as he sighed, taking a step forward.

"Can I trust you to be around my son?" He asked lowly as my eyes widened. Sometimes I didn't really trust myself around Stiles. So could he?

"Well... I wouldn't kill Stiles. You can count me on that. In fact, I'm usually around to protect him, even-even though he's pretty good at protecting himself." Sheriff Stilinski eyed me suspiciously as I choked on my own air. "NOT, the way you think."

"What did you think I was thinking?" Stilinski joked as my heart started racing. He let out a quiet laugh, patting my shoulder. "Go home, Dean."

"Absolutely." I said quickly, speed walking away from the crime scene.

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I dropped the bag of snacks onto Derek's lap. "You owe me $35." I frowned as Derek scoffed a laugh.

"For what?"

"I had to deal with finding another dead body. Not only is Sheriff Stilinski thinking I could be a subject, he's questioning if Stiles is safe around me! He is very safe around me. Like... a baby bird and it's mom safe. Like— like a—"

"I get it, Dean." Derek laughed as I smacked my lips closed. "Look, I know you like Stiles a lot. Honestly, I don't care. Just don't be an idiot and get him or yourself killed."

"I won't." I promised quietly as Derek nodded, grabbing the bag and pulling out the soda I got him.

"Good. Because he seems to know quite a lot for a... really... dumb human being." Derek frowned at his wording before taking a sip of his soda. "Well. He's actually kinda smart. Just an idiot when it comes to thinking."

"Definitely." I agreed, grabbing my own soda. "I need to go back home. Jeremy can't really be home alone."

"Yeah. I'm pretty sure what you're doing right now is illegal." Derek hummed as I rolled my eyes.

"Don't talk to me about the law." I scoffed, starting to walk out of the Hale house.

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I walked into Jeremy's room, seeing him roll a car back and forth on his floor. His eyes had almost burst out of their sockets when he looked up, standing up quickly.

"Hi Dean! Can we play cars again? Or is the boy that walked into your room a little bit ago still here?" Jeremy asked as my eyes widened, and I raised an eyebrow.

"What boy?" I asked, leaning back out of Jeremy's room and looking down the hallways to my bedroom.

"I dunno. He said he wanted to talk to you about special things." Jeremy sat back down as I looked at him before slowly making my way back to my bedroom.

There were several boys I knew that could talk about special things. Isaac, with his dad's murder and being a werewolf. Scott, about my safety now that he thinks I'm not apart of Derek's pack.

And Stiles... who I could talk to about a lot of special things.

I creaked my door open and peeked in, seeing Stiles picking up a glass ball and look through it. I smiled warmly at the action, slowly opening the door and walking silently towards Stiles, who still had yet to notice my presence.

I tapped on Stiles' shoulder, causing him to flinch very hard and drop the ball. I caught it quickly, standing back up straight.

"Hey uh—" Stiles cleared his throat and pointed to the ball. "Nice catch." I chuckled and nodded, reaching Over Stiles to put the ball back.

"You should be careful with a guys stuff, Stiles." I smirked, looking down at him. "Could get you into some trouble."

A sudden whiff and Stiles was consumed in a smell of nervousness, which made me chuckle again as I walked over to my window. "So what is it you wanted to talk about?"

"You missed school today." Stiles said as I nodded.

"Yeah I know. Derek had to talk to me about some things." I lied. Really I just didn't feel like going to school. And it's not like they could call my parents about it. Both of them are neck or fully deep in a grave.

"Isaac wasn't at school, either. Was he with you and Derek?" Stiles asked as I shook my head.

"No. I haven't seen him since yesterday. Was that all?" I asked, lighting the candle on my windowsill. Stiles was hesitant to speak, staying quiet for a little too long. "Stiles?"

"Erica had a seizure." Stiles answered quietly as I spun around. "She's in the hospital."

"What?" I said, walking over towards him.

"She's fine, Dean. I know—I know you guys are close so I thought I should tell you. I'm sure she'll be fine." Stiles reassured as I nodded slowly.

"Right. She's— She's had them before. She was pretty beat up the last time but... yeah." I couldn't finish what I was going to say. She hadn't had a seizure in months.

I honestly thought she was getting better.

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I walked over with Stiles to Boyd, who was currently enjoying his lunch... alone.

Stiles plopped down in front of Boyd and lean on the table. "Boyd! You got the keys?" Stiles asked as I raised a brow at him turning to Boyd.

Boyd sighed and pulled a pair of keys out of his pocket. Stiles went to snatch said keys, Boyd clasping them in his own hand. "This is a transaction. I don't do favors unless my ass was saved."

Stiles frowned at Boyd. "Right. Yeah, absolutely." He slapped a 20 on the table and pushed it towards Boyd, who looked at Stiles like he was an idiot.

"I said 50."

"Really, I - I remember 20. I don't know. I have a really good verbal memory. And I remember 20. I remember that distinct "twa" sound, "twa - enty."" Stiles smiled as Boyd deadpanned.

"I said fifty. With the "fa" sound. Hear the difference? If you can't, I can demonstrate some other words with the "fa" sound."

"Uh, no, n- no. I think I'm recalling it. Now. Maybe I just got it confused with- For-ty." Stiles pulled out another 20. Boyd started to put the keys back in his pocket, Stiles quickly stopping him. "Come on, man, have you seen the piece of crap jeep that I drive?"

"Have you seen the piece of crap bus that I take?" Boyd shot as Stiles rolled his head back, slowly taking out a 10 dollar bill and clapping it on the table.

"Perfect. Thanks." Stiles grabbed the keys from Boyd and the two of us all stood up. Turning around, Stiles and I pausing in our tracks as Erica walked through the doors to the cafeteria.

In probably the hottest outfit I've ever seen.

My mouth practically fell to the floor at her new found confidence as she grabbed a kids apple and bit right into it, staring me down.

And when I smelled the air, I knew exactly why she was this confident.

Lydia walked up to Stiles and I and paused. "What.. the holy hell... is that?" She asked as I sucked in a breath, Stiles speaking up.

"That would be Erica."

𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝑬𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒂 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒘𝒐𝒍𝒇! 𝑺𝒐 𝒘𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 :)))