Three days. Three days that John had remained silent and didn't attempt to contact Stiles or anyone else in his friends circle. Three days that John deflected any and all calls from Stiles, Derek, Scott, and everyone else. And it was three days that Stiles stayed at Hale Manor, moping around and mumbling about how they should've just burned the letter and not told his Dad anything.

Derek had made it his mission to have someone at Stiles' side at all times of the day, each and every one of them assuring their friend that John just needed time to come to terms with supernatural beings actually existing. That only soothed Stiles for about half a day before he went back to pacing, moping, and mumbling beneath his breath.

"For the love of-... Stiles!" Scott groaned. "Can you please sit down? You're making me dizzy."

Stiles only scoffed in response, continuing to pace back and forth, his arms flailing as he thought about how he was going to approach his Dad now. "Come on, Stiles." Isaac pleaded. "We feel your pain, buddy, we really do."

Again, Stiles scoffed but then frowned because for a moment he forgot that a majority of his friends were werewolves and they could, in fact, feel his pain, anger, and disappointment in himself. "Sorry." He mumbled. "It's just.. hard. I can't help but feel that he's angry at me for keeping him in the dark and he's plotting on how to take us down one by one."

"He wouldn't do that." Allison assured him. "Your Dad loves you and your Mom loved us. He wouldn't want to anger her spirit just because he couldn't handle the boys being werewolves."

The Pack downstairs is too caught up with trying to make sure Stiles doesn't bolt out the front door to seek out his Dad, and Derek is upstairs watching as his Pack does this, that no-one hears a car door slam outside. Nor do they hear the steady rhythm of a beating heart and a familiar scent waft through the air.

They do, however, hear the rapt knocking on the front door which causing everyone to stop talking and zero their attention on the door. The wolves can be seen sniffing the air, the scent finally reaching their noses as their eyes go wide with surprise.

Everyone seems to be frozen in spot, the humans glancing around curiously as to why Derek or anyone else isn't answering the door. When the knocking echos through the house once again, Stiles throws up his hands in aggravation and gets the door himself.

Throwing open the door, Stiles freezes in place as his eyes land on his Dad who is holding six boxes of pizza. When Stiles squeaks out his surprise, the Sheriff rolls his eyes and pushes by his son before stopping at the foot of the stairs, all eyes on him. "So," He awkwardly drawls. "Does this mean I'm Pack Dad?"

Scott is the first one to break the tension, jumping to his feet and rushing to envelop John in a hug. He laughs, awkwardly patting Scott on the back before passing off the pizzas to a grinning Isaac that has come to join the two of them.

As Scott follows Isaac to the kitchen, Derek is making is way downstairs as Stiles goes to greet his Dad. "You still mad?" Stiles frowns as he averts his gaze to the wooden floor.

"I was never mad." John grunts. "Shocked is more like it. I just needed time to wrap my head around this entirely new world that existed right below my nose."

"Told you!" Allison shouts from the living room, playfully sticking out her tongue at Stiles.

Stiles playfully glares at her, shoulders slumping in relief. "Okay. So now that that's out of the way, what's with all the pizza?"

Derek snorts in amusement, though he too averts his gaze when John turns his attention to him for a split second. "Your Mom always held Feast Night." He shrugs. "I just thought I'd pick up the tradition now. And you," He turns back to Derek. "We need to have a little chat. I learned some new stuff that my wife told me." His eyes briefly flicker to Stiles before going back to him.

From the living area where the rest of the pack is still waiting, Jackson catches the way Derek and Stiles tense and blush under John's gaze and barks out a laugh. "Oh, this is going to be great."

Turns out that John's chat took place the following day; the talk consisting of Derek's feelings for Stiles and vice versa. Derek didn't think he'd ever feel embarrassed again, especially after he had the sex talk when he had hit puberty, but John proved him wrong. John made him talk about everything, including past relationships and the prevention of STDs, and made sure that his son was going to be looked after. Needless to say, he passed John's test.

It was only a few days later that John finally worked up the courage to ask to see their wolfy features. While he believed everything his wife had told him, and now understood why everyone always cuddled each other, he still had to see the 'wolves' for himself. While everyone seemed to hesitate, Derek threw caution to the wind and wolfed out. His ears grew pointy, fangs protruded from his gums, his eyes glowed a deep red, his face got extra furry, and his fingernails grew into claws. John gulped upon seeing the boy looking so fierce and it was then that he let his eyes trail off to the side. Scott, Boyd, Erica, and Isaac let their wolf claw to the surface, each of them looking like Derek with the only exception being that their eyes were glowing yellow. Jackson was the last to wolf out, his eyes being the only ones to glow ice blue.

They each listened as John's heart fluttered a bit faster than normal before he eventually got control of himself and calmed down. The pups of the group, as Stiles had dubbed them since they were the ones to whimper like a puppy, Isaac and Erica, kept their eyes downcast as they let John Stilinski see them for their true selves for the first time. Even though he had already accepted each and every one of them for what they were, there was still a bit of doubt running through the Pack that he would freak out eventually and send them on their way. But what they got, no-once really expected it.

He laughed. John laughed so hard that he had to lean against the stairs banister to keep himself upright. "That's why you all were so paranoid when I brought home that toy wolf!"

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Later in the night, John found himself surrounded by the Pack as they all settled in for a movie. Since John was now in the know, they went ahead and let him choose the movie for the night. He surprised the boys by picking "Act of Valor" and made new movie night enemies from the girls. While the girls were not fans of war movies, sans Allison who actually cried during the end, Erica and Lydia tried making John as uncomfortable as ever for payback. Erica had curled herself into John's side while Lydia threw her legs over John's lap and rested her head on his shoulder. While John was already used to being seated between these two, the way they draped themselves on him was new. He managed to take it in stride and patted their heads lovingly, laughing softly when the girls pouted for not getting the reaction they were hoping for.

When John was getting ready for bed after his shower, he noticed that downstairs was a bit too quiet. Upon inspection, his entire living room was dark and empty and after marching back up the stairs, he figured out why downstairs was dark and empty. The entire Pack had managed to squeeze themselves into his son's room, the floor piled with pillows and blankets, and managed to squeeze four people on the bed. Derek, Stiles, Isaac, and Erica each layed on their sides as they drifted off to sleep with Derek spooning Stiles, Stiles spooning Isaac, and Isaac spooning Erica. Yep, he was glad he knew why everyone was so comfortable with each other because if this was any other night before he had found out, he'd seriously be worried that his son was into orgies of some sort.

Two weeks later, the Sheriff got an anonymous tip that something big was going down at Hale Manor that resided deep in the woods. Since the Sheriff was the only one who knew of the supernatural world and the types of things that would be going on out there, he found himself gearing up rather quickly and left before any members from his force could beat him out there. Since Stiles and Derek had decided to keep their relationship on the low, choosing NOT to flaunt themselves out in public in fear of people making derogatory comments towards his Dad for his son dating an ex-suspect for murder, the other members of the Sheriff's department didn't know of the coupling.

John was the first on the scene, his heart beating rather quickly once he stumbled out of his car, gun drawn. "What happened?!"

"Another pack of werewolves." Derek told him, his shirt ripped in various places as blood covered his hands, arms, and some even splattered across his cheek. Scott stayed behind his alpha, eyes still glowing yellow from the fight that seemed to have just ended minutes before the Sheriff had arrived.

"Where's Stiles?" John frantically asked. He could see that some trees had been knocked over, snapped near the base, claw marks dug into the earth, and two bodies laying deathly still near the woods. "The girls?! What about Boyd, Jackson, Isaac, and Danny?!"

"They're safe." Derek assured him as he attempted to wipe the blood off his hands and onto his jeans. "Stiles and Danny drove everyone back to Allison's so they could get cleaned up and if the cops showed, it wouldn't be too suspicious."

John nodded numbly as he continued to gaze at the bodies. "Who were they?" He nodded towards them.

Scott took a step forward, his eyes back to normal now. "They're betas." He answered. "Their alpha wanted Beacon Hills territory so Derek fought the alpha while we took on five of his betas. We managed to take down two, injured the others, and the alpha fled."

"And what's the story we're telling everyone else?" John put his gun away, leaning back against the hood of his car. Knowing about the supernatural world was one thing but seeing it first hand was completely different.

"Cougar attack?" Derek supplied. "We can say that Scott and I were inside when we heard the yells of the first guy but by the time we made it over to help, the cougar was already attacking the second."

"Yeah, yeah. That should work." John sighed. "We can say that you were trying to fend off the cougar and trying to drag the victims away at the same time. It'll explain being covered in blood."

"Exactly!" Scott chirped.

The sound of sirens pierced the air as the three of them braced themselves to rehash their story.

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"So they didn't believe you?!" Stiles face-palmed as Derek and Scott told them how everything played out. "My Dad didn't fight with anyone, did he? He's starting to be very protective of you all."

"Nah, man." Scott laughed as Derek managed to pull down Stiles into his lap. "They covered up the bodies before they took our statement and then some douchebag seemed skeptical of our story. We could tell he was angry and didn't believe us, making us go over the story multiple times but what no-one expected was for an actual fucking cougar to creep out from the woods and nose around the bodies."

"No way!" Jackson frowned. "I can't believe we missed that."

"Why do we miss all the good stuff?!" Stiles pouted.

"I can't believe some cops are still suspicious of Derek." Allison mumbled.

"Right?!" Derek chimed in.

"There, there, Sourwolf." Stiles drags his nose lightly across Derek's cheek with a grin. "At least the Sheriff approves of you."

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"Guys, let's go!" Derek hollered, his voice carrying throughout the house and woods, loud enough so his pack members who were scattered all around the place heard him. It was Friday night, and it was time to pay their weekly visit to Miriam. As Derek and Stiles climbed into the Camaro, they could see Allison, Lydia, and Danny making their way outside and heading over to Lydia's car while everyone else scrambled to find a car to take them.

By the time the pack had made it to the cemetery, John was already there, kneeling by his wife's grave. Derek, Stiles, and the others made their way over. It was the first time since John was told the secret that everyone had seen the toy wolf again, this time though, it was sitting propped up by Miriam's headstone. "Someone has to keep watch while we're not here." John offers up as an explanation.

One by one, Erica, Lydia, Allison, and the others kneel down and place a white rose over the grave. Lydia had found artificial flowers tacky so the pack was constantly shelving out money to purchase live flowers for their lost Pack Mom. Each stood, closing their eyes and saying their peace to Miriam in their mind before one by one, they each walked back to their cars.

Only Stiles and Derek were left, hands clasped together as they stared down. "We had a big fight today, Mom." Stiles murmured. "You would have been so proud at how the Pack handled it. It was amazing. And look at me, I'm still in one piece." He chuckled.

Derek squeezed Stiles' hand in a reassuring manner. "I made a promise to her." Derek spoke. "It was after she gone, of course, but I promised that no matter what, I'd always be there to protect you and John. You're my family now," Derek lowered his voice so the other wolves wouldn't eavesdrop. "-and I plan to keep it that way."

Stiles' eyes lit up in excitement, a goofy grin making itself known. He turned his body so that he was toe to toe with his boyfriend and bared his neck in an act of submissiveness. Derek didn't hesitate to immediately lower his head and nip at Stiles' neck, hard enough to leave teeth indentations but not enough to break the skin. A shiver crept down Stiles' neck when Derek's tongue soothed the aching mark but he was ecstatic nonetheless. Derek had just claimed him. Stiles now belonged to Derek and Derek to Stiles.

Pulling back, Stiles grinned up at him. "I bet Mom is stoked to have been able to witness that and know before everyone else, but-"

"But what?" Derek frowned, tensing a bit at the fear of being rejected in some way.

Stiles only laughed. "You're telling Dad." And with that, he shot off towards his Pack was already smirking knowingly at him.

It took a moment before it clicked in Derek's brain what Stiles had meant and when it did, he groaned out loud and looked down at Miriam's grave. "Great. You made me promise to look after your boys but who's going to look after me? John's going to kill me!"

The End!

For those of you who will probably say, "but I thought John liked Derek?", he does! It's just.. what would you do once you found out your son is basically married?! Especially after only weeks of dating? John seems like an oldschool kind of guy and one who would have appreciated being asked for his son's hand in marriage XD

I hope my first 'Teen Wolf' fanfic was tolerable. I hope to do more soon!

Until next time..

Melissa.