𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ▸ Stiles Stilinski ¹

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The three best friends were leaning up against Stiles' blue jeep, watching the deputies drag Derek out of his house. It was morning time now and they obviously called the police to tell them what they had found. 

As soon as Derek was shoved into the police car and the police weren't looking, Stiles thought it would be a good idea to go talk to the Hale man himself.

"What is he doing?" Scott whispered to the blonde beside him.

"I'll go make sure he doesn't get himself killed," Brie responded, letting out a huge sigh before rushing after Stiles.

The pair jumped into the two front seats of the car and turned around to face the grown man. Brie saw now that following Stiles was definitely not the smartest thing to do.

"Okay, just so you know, I'm not afraid of you," Stiles started, glaring at the man through the bars.

"Yes you are," Brie argued with a smirk, seeing the hard glare Derek was giving Stiles. If looks could kill, he'd be 6 feet under.

"Okay maybe I am," Stiles gave in quietly. "Doesn't matter. I just wanna know something."

"You're doing great, keep it up buddy," Brie encouraged sarcastically. Stiles really was not intimidating in the slightest.

"That girl you killed?" Stiles continued, ignoring the girl beside him. "She was a werewolf. She was a different kind, wasn't she? I mean, she can turn herself into an actual wolf."

"Well she could turn herself into an actual wolf. She's kinda dead now," Brie pointed out, looking out the window at Scott.

"And I know Scott can't do that," Stiles continued. "Is that why you killed her?"

"Why are you so worried about me when it's your friend who's the problem?" Derek snaps. He didn't answer the question. "When he shifts on the field, what do you think they're gonna do, huh? Just keep cheering him on? I can't stop him from playing, but you can." 

Stiles and Brie share an uneasy look as he finished talking.

"You're not in the position to start avoiding our questions and then ask your own, alright?" Brie asserted, trying not to show her sudden worry about the whole situation. "Which one of us is behind bars here, buddy?"

Derek stared long and hard at the girl which Stiles didn't like. He shuffled in his seat as if he was expecting Derek to charge at them at any second.

Derek moved forward so that he face was directly in front of the bars. "Trust me, you want to be able to stop him."

Brie felt two arms grab her and Stiles out of the police car. They were faced with an angry looking Sheriff Stilinski.

"What the hell do you guys think your doing?" he asked with his hands on his hips.

"We're just trying to help." Stiles defended. Brie nodded along but kept quiet. Stiles could get them out of this one for once.

"Uh-huh," Noah obviously didn't believe him. "Okay, how about you help me understand exactly how you came across this."

Stiles let out a heavy sigh. "We were looking for Scott's inhaler," he explained. Brie stiffened slightly and hoped Stiles would choose his next words carefully.

"Which he dropped when?" Noah questioned.

"The other night," Stiles replied as if it was obvious.