Wow, this is it you guys, my first chaptered fic is now complete :} Thank you all so much for reading and leaving reviews and just-i love you all and i really appreciate all the comments you've left me. Now that this story is done i'm gonna take a little break and maybe work on some Stiles Winchester for you. Whelp, here you go!

"Sheriff, I-"

"I said. Where. Is. My. Son."

Derek's eyes widen as he sees the sheriff pull out the gun from his holster. "He's upstairs. He's asleep, sir." Derek states. The sheriff squints at Derek suspiciously before demanding that the werewolf go call his son. Derek ascends up the stairs and when he walks in through the door to his bedroom; all the pups are awake, leaving Stiles to be the only one to remain sleeping. When Derek moves forward to shake Stiles awake, Erica reaches out with extended claws and scratches his hand away. Derek growls at her and the girl wraps and arm around Stiles' waist, pulling his sleeping form closer to her body. The others are watching the interaction with cautious expressions. "Erica." Derek warns. The female werewolf simply snuggles Stiles even tighter as she replies, "No." They're both staring at each other, gold eyes against the alpha red. There's a shout from downstairs. It's the sheriff announcing he has 10 seconds left before he comes up and grabs Stiles himself. "Stiles." Derek says softly.

When the boy doesn't so much as stir, Derek's voice turns a little rougher. "Stiles wake up." His mate sits up rapidly, fists rubbing sleepily at his eyes. "Huh? Whazzamatter? Is everyone okay?" He questions urgently. His frantic eyes are now searching the room for any sign of possible danger. "Your dad's downstairs." Derek informs him. The boy's eyes widen dramatically and he looks like a fish as he opens and clothes his mouth as he tries to figure out what to say. "HE'S DOWNSTAIRS!? DEREK! YOU SHOULD HAVE TAKEN ME HOME! HE'S GONNA KILL ME-OH GOD. HE'S GONNA KILL YOU." Stiles panics. He's gotten up from the bed now leaving the pups to follow his wild movements with their gaze. "I did bring you home."Derek says abruptly, "Now go downstairs and explain that everything is okay before he comes up here and shoots me in the head." Stiles stares at his boyfriend, slack-jawed, before finally moving his feet and running downstairs to where his father is impatiently pacing the living room floor. He opens his mouth and says, "Dad I'm sorr-"

But the sheriff is looking at him with such intensity in his stare that it reminds Stiles of the last time he didn't come home before curfew. "Stiles, what the hell were you thinking!" He grits out. "I was worried sick, kid. I thought they'd taken you again. And after promising you weren't gonna do this anymore I get a call saying 6 dead bodies have been found in an abandoned warehouse and you know what I thought?" The sheriff's words are angry but Stiles knows him well enough to know that he's using it as a way to cover his worry. "I thought-. This is it. It's finally happened. My son is dead!" The room is silent except for the sheriff's heavy breathing and Stiles' footsteps as he moves forward to try and explain himself. "Dad, you don't- they took Jackson, Dad. And I just- I couldn't let them do that to us. He's family. And I wasn't gonna let them take him away from us. I wasn't gonna let them kill him." When he mutters the last words, his father is looking at him with an awe in his eyes that makes Stiles wonder if the sheriff finally gets it. If his dad finally understands that Stiles feels the same exact way about the pups that the sheriff feels about his son. His father remains silent and then Stiles gathers the strength to say something that's been digging under his skin for much too long. "Listen, Dad. I'm sorry I've made you worry so much about me. I'm sorry that you once lost your job because of me. And most of all, I'm sorry that I've caused you so much stress in life. But these guys-they're just, they're my family. They're pack. And I'm always gonna do anything I can do protect them. Just like you'd do for me. I love them, dad. And Derek. He needs me. God knows the guy can't cook to save his life. And he certainly can't be around all the time to help the pups with their homework like I can. If Jackson had died tonight…I just- I don't think I would have ever been able to handle it. I love you, dad. And I'm sorry that you mom left us and that you were stuck with me for a son but I promise you- I promise that things are okay now. I'm safe. The pack is safe. This is our chance to be together again. To be a family. And I'd really really appreciate it if you let me be a part of it. And if you can't…then I can honestly say there's a huge chance that I'll never be able to happy again."

When he finishes, Stiles looks down at his feet. Derek really needs to learn how to use a broom, he thinks. A pair of booted feet appear in his view and he looks up to see his dad's face contort into a look that's pure threat as he walks towards Derek, who's standing behind him. "Are you absolutely sure it's safe out there?" He asks the werewolf. Derek huffs out a breath that sounds a little like a laugh. "No." He replies. Stiles shrieks and waves his hands in the air yelling, "Dere-what! You're not helping us out here-" but the werewolf growls softly notifying his mate that he hasn't finished speaking yet. "It's not safe out there, sir. But that doesn't mean the pack I won't do anything we possibly can to protect your son." He confesses. "Your son is very important to us. He's everything to me. There's no one else I'd rather have help me lead this pack than Stiles. He's right. I can't cook. And I can't be around all the time to help the others with their homework. I don't like asking them about their day or talking to them about personal issues. I need Stiles. He's my mate. It's my responsibility to keep him safe. And I promise I'll always do everything I can to protect him." There's a few beats of silence and Derek can hear the rapid thump of Stiles' heart against his chest. He reaches out a hand and squeezes the boy's hand when Stiles' releases a shaky breath.

The sheriff removes his hand form where it's been resting against his gun and sighs. "Good answer kid. But I swear to god if you don't keep your word I'll hunt you all down." He warns the werewolf. Stiles laughs, high and sweet and its music Derek's ears because it's not bitter sounding. It sounds like relief and hope and Stiles launches himself into his father's hands blubbering a thousand 'thankyous' at a hundred miles per second. The sheriff pats his son's back and gives Derek a brief look that shows he's serious about the whole hunting down his pack thing. "C'mon, kid. You're suffocating me." The sheriff chokes out. Stiles lifts his hands to his father's face and drags him in to plant a big wet kiss on his cheek. "I love you, Dad." He says grinning widely. "Yeah, yeah. Love you too, now c'mon. You can visit in the morning." Stiles nods and when he turns around Derek is holding out his leather jacket that was hanging on the door hanger. His father has already walked out the front door and is waiting inside the car. Derek moves forward and rubs his nose under Stiles' jaw. Stiles' places his right hand on Derek's face and kisses him softly, murmuring, "Mates don't give up on each other, remember?" Enough time passes by as they remain standing there, sharing small, languid kisses that it makes Stiles' jump when he hears his dad honking at him to hurry up. He sighs against his boyfriend's mouth and pecks him on the nose before running outside. He doesn't have any shoes on and the ground is freezing but he huddles Derek's jacket closer around his body he suddenly doesn't feel so cold anymore.

When they arrive home and his dad heads inside his own room, Stiles quickly walks over and gives him a long bone crushing hug. "You were never a burden to me, Stiles. I know I may have not been the best father when you were a kid, but I'm not gonna keep you from being with people you care so much about. If you say they're your family…then that makes them mine too. And families stick together. Now go and get some sleep. I love you, but your old man needs some rest." He laughs. Stiles smiles and nods, walking out and leaving his father to get some much needed sleep. He goes into his room and heads straight towards the window, unlocking it before he climbs into bed. He doesn't bother taking off Derek's jacket because it makes him feel nice and fuzzy. It doesn't take long for him to fall asleep, either. It feels like a giant weight has been lifted off his shoulders and he can breathe so much easier and it feels amazing.

When he wakes up the next morning his father has already left to work leaving him a scribbled note on his nightstand that says:

'Be back in time for lunch. We still have some things to talk about.'

Stiles folds the piece of paper and put it's it in the left pocket of his jeans. It takes him less than 5 minutes to dress and brush his teeth. He still has an hour before school starts and he heads outside for some morning air only to discover that his dad has driven back his Jeep from his school. He grabs his keys and decides to drive to Derek's place to cook up the pups a quick breakfast before school. When he walks in the house, Erica has her foot covering the passage to the bathroom while Isaac whines about needing to comb his hair. Derek is standing next the two werewolves with his hands crossed against his chest and a sour look on his face. Jackson is on the kitchen counter, shirtless, while he extracts and retracts his claws. Boyd is resting on the couch, feet propped up against the coffee table while Scott is lying on the floor, probably finishing up(or starting) some of his homework.

Stiles clears his throat and everyone looks at him, wide eyes remarkably making them all look like surprised puppies.

He inhales a deep breath. "Derek, why the heck are you just standing there watching them argue. Erica, get out of the way and let Isaac brush his hair. Jackson, no claws inside the house, you should know that already. Scott, why didn't you do your homework last night? Boyd, feet off the table and go to the kitchen and get the flour, eggs, milk, and butter ready to make some breakfast. Just how I taught you. Now. Who wants some pancakes?" He finishes out of breath, a fat smile on his face nonetheless. There's shouts of 'I do!' and 'can I help, mom?' And it only makes him smile wider. Everything is okay. Everything is how it's supposed to be.

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