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Chapitre 7

Stiles  smiles at Allison's embrace and her words.

- I missed you terribly. It was empty without you. But I have to thank you because your absence made me confess my feelings to Erica.

The huntress looked at him.

- You look even better with your longer hair.

- THANKS. Come and sit down. I have a story to tell.

He smiled seeing his wolf and the huntress kiss tenderly.

- You are adorable.

- THANKS. Said Allison blushing.

- You want something to drink ? The following is going to be a bit long.

- I'll have some iced tea. Like them.

- All right.

He went to get another drink. He sighed for a moment. He was going to have to resume his story. Talk about the two men he loved and for whom he was nothing. He passed his right hand over his face then he went to the living room.

- I basically told him what you already told us. Erica told him.

- Can I see their pictures? Allison asked.

- Of course.

He put the glass down and then took out his phone. He looked for the photo and then showed it to her. His wolf explained who was who when he served the huntress.

- Very cute. And sexy. You make a nice trio.

- THANKS.

- What happened next ? Erica asked.

- I went back to the hotel. Shortly after my father returned. I told him about my helpers and especially that Damon was a vampire.

He smiles.

- You should have seen his face. I think after what we fought, a vampire was the last straw, especially since we were tracking a creature. We were able to rest a bit. The next day, it was barely seven o'clock, when Sam called me. He looked exhausted. He told me that he had found something, but that he had trouble continuing to read because of the other two. Damon had stayed in the two brothers' room. So after a quick trip to the bathroom, I left to join them, promising my father to keep him posted. When I arrived at the motel, I had no time to knock when Damon had opened the door and hugged me, calling me kitten.

He smiled tenderly as he remembered that then he went back to his memories.

Damon hugged him, telling him he had missed him. And that the other was mean. The other in question was none other than Dean. The latter had come out and he had pulled Damon back to let him go.

- Leave him alone.

- And why would I do this?

- Maybe he doesn't want to be against you.

- It didn't seem to bother him.

Before they came to blows, he got in the middle.

- You stop for a bit. You are tiring. Said Sam who had left the room.

He entered the room after him.

- They been like that all night?

Sam looked at him. He understood.

- My poor.

He sincerely sympathized.

- Show me what you found and I'll finish translating. You could go for a walk and buy breakfast.

He gave her some money, but a hand clapped on hers.

- Don't take out your little-cat money, I'll pay.

- I don't want anything from you.

- Dean. Sighed the latter's brother.

- Good. Alright. But let him come with you since he wants to pay.

- And that I leave you alone with my...

- Stop! he cried. Damon, take a walk. I'm going to need calm. And you two gutting each other, that's not it.

- All right.

He froze. The vampire had just stolen a kiss from her. Chaste, yes, but still a kiss.

By being confronted with the supernatural world for long enough, he had learned to always be on his guard. So when he felt Dean take a step towards Damon, he stepped in front of him.

- You should go.

Sam walked out pulling the vampire with him.

He turned to Dean, but he couldn't say anything, that he found himself with the latter's lips on his own. But it was not for a chaste kiss, but for a languorous and tender kiss.