Derek drives up to the front of the renovated Hale House, parks and shutting off the car. He sighs and rests his head against the steering wheel. He doesn't flinch when a hand rubs his right shoulder and glances up.
Stiles is looking back at him with an exhausted expression on his face. "Are you okay?"
Derek groans and sits up. "Yeah," he mumbles. The monster of the week, a wendigo, took a toll on the whole pack. So many innocent civilians died and it took a long time to hunt and kill the creature. It almost lasted three weeks but finally, about an hour ago, the pack defeated it.
They all went their separate ways, eager for a long rest and time to spend with family. Erica and Boyd are possibly hanging out at Erica's house. Isaac left with Scott and Allison to Scott's house, doing whatever and Derek does not want to know. He doesn't know about Lydia and Jackson, but they are safe.
Earlier, Stiles asked the Sheriff if he can stay over at Derek's. He didn't argue and allowed it, maybe because tomorrow's a weekend. Stiles would've stayed over anyway. He wants to be with his boyfriend, especially after today's events.
Stiles grins and opens the passenger door. "Let's head inside. I do not want to fall asleep in the Camaro," he says and gets out the car.
Derek watches him go inside the house and gets out the car. He doesn't bother to lock the Camaro's doors and heads over to the front door of the house. The door is newly painted and has a better doorknob and lock. Derek opens the door and hears Stiles stomping up the stairs.
It looks better; the Hale House. The floors are made out of brand new wood and the walls are painted but only in white. In the living room, there's a flatscreen TV hanging up on the wall and there's a long black couch with a love seat next to it.
Stiles runs back down the stairs and puts his hands on his hips. "I'm going to take a shower. You wanna join me," he asks, waggling his eyebrows.
Derek holds in a laugh and nods. "A shower certainly sounds nice." Stiles heads back up the stairs, Derek is coming up behind him.
After a long and hot (and steamy) shower, Stiles bounces on the king-sized bed with nice cotton sheets. Derek joins him on the bed, not bothering to put on a shirt. Derek's body moves slightly up and down because of the bounces.
Stiles stops and flops down on his back on the bed. "Today was...difficult," he says, moving to lie down sideways.
Derek lies down, facing him. "It was but we're okay."
Stiles attempts to nod. "We all are. I never thought that I would ever come across a wendigo, though."
"You're eighteen and in your final year of high school. You can experience a lot of things."
Stiles laughs, hiding his face. He suddenly stops and frowns. "You never got to experience anything."
Derek sighs and scratches his hair. "I did, even though most of the experiences were bad. But in the end, I got to meet you," Derek says, tickling his boyfriend, receiving a laugh in response. "I got to meet you and the pack and that was good. It is good."
Stiles hums and closes his eyes. "Yeah." Derek smiles and brings his hand up to rest on top of Stiles' hair. Stiles opens up one eye, smiles back, and brings the comforter up and over them. Derek slowly brings his hand down until it rests against the lowest part of Stiles' back.
"Goodnight," he says, not expecting a reply. Stiles is already asleep.