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                            6 months ago.

Stiles was out in the preserve, thinking. The last month had been… interesting to say the least. Peter bit Scott. He still wasn't sure what to think about what he learned about wolves. Peter had somehow revived himself without making a deal and was following him around often. He didn't know what to think of it. 

“Would you stop following me around, Creeper wolf?” at this point, the following was just making Stiles irritated.

Peter stepped out from the group of trees he was hiding behind, “Now why would I do that?”

“Besides that it's creepy? I don't know maybe to be nice?”

“ Stiles, when have you ever known me as ‘nice’?”

Stiles just looked at Peter, he had a point Peter wasn't known to be exactly the kindest.

“You have a point, now what do you want?”

“I want to know how you get the information you do, in the amount of time you do.”

Stiles tensed, He had been telling the pack that he'd been getting the info from Google, yet he should have known that neither Chris nor Petter would have believed that, they both had done their fair share of research on their own, definitely enough to know that you couldn't find information like that is a short period of time. 

“...”

“Well?”

“I may or may not have a different way of obtaining information?”

“ And that would be?”

“... A copy of my fathers’ bestiary?”

“The Sheriff has a bestiary?”

“Not exactly? He's not my Bio dad, just taking care of me until either my father finds me or my brother decides to come get me.”

“Then who is your father?”

“ Why do you want to know?” You could see that Stiles was getting nervous

“Let's say i'm curious”

“... My father may be a hunter?” He curled in on himself, afraid of what Peter's response would be.

“Hmm… What's his name?” Peter's face remained unchanging, which made Stiles more nervous.

Stiles hesitated “...John Winchester?”

You could see Stiles shrink more, his voice getting quieter as he talked.

“Winchester?” Peter didn’t look angry, so Stiles nodded, hoping that Peter wasn't too mad. There was a reason he was hesitant to say anything about his family.

Peter just kind of stared at Stiles

“As far as I know Whincheter only had two sons, not three.”

“That is mostly true” Stiles felt like he owed Peter an explanation… even though he knew logically that he didn’t “Dean didn’t really like how he treated me, hes the oldest of us three, so he convinces Jhon to let him take me on a solo trip, and left me with one of their old friends here. My guess is that John doesn't know anything about Beacon Hills, though Dean still calls once every few months to check up on me.”

“…”

Stiles tensed, unsure about what the silence ment.

“Well, that answered my next question.”

“What…” Stiles looked up surprised, not quite understanding what Peter meant.

“ I knew that you were trained, based of how i've seen you fight with the pack, but I didn't think you were trained as a hunter.”

“Oh…” Stiles didn't know how to react to that, I guess this was better than him being angry?

Peter just smiled at him, “ Well, have a good evening Stiles!” Peter called out as he turned to leave, leaving Stiles there confused.

Over the next couple of months, Stiles and Peter began to talk more often and    were slowly becoming friends, this did not go unnoticed by the pack.

Stiles was sitting in front of the couch at the loft, Leaning against Peter's legs, mostly asleep. “Stiles” Scott called out.

“When did you start hanging out with Peter?” You could hear his disapproval in his tone. “Yeah, I noticed that too, you and Peter have been hanging out a lot more!” Erica spoke up. Others nodded in agreement. Stiles looked around the room tilting his head slightly “...Huh, I guess not too long ago?”  

Peter looked down at him “ It was around the time I asked you how you getyour information”

“Right!”

“And when was this?” Derek asked, glaring at Stiles.

“ 2 - 3 months ago, I Believe?” Stiles  tilted his head in thought before nodding in agreement “yeah that sounds about right”

Scott looked between the two of them, “But Why ” Scott pushed.

“It just kind of just happened I guess?” Stiles looked back at Scott, his confusion visible on his face. Scott shook his head but didn't say anything.

Derek looked slightly confused but made a point not to say anything while everyone was there. It was almost 11:26 at night when everyone except Peter and Stiles left, the latter of the two asleep on the couch, where Peter had moved him too.

“Why are you spending time with Stiles” Derek spoke up after a bit

That made Peter pause because what Derek said was true, he typically didn't interact with people outside of his family, and yet he seemed to be seeking out Stiles's company more often. “Well how mean” he glanced over at Stiles, a small smile on his face as he sees how calm stiles looked.