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Chapitre 8

Stiles turns to Dean, but he can't say anything, only to find himself with Dean's lips on his own. But it was not for a chaste kiss, but for a languorous and tender kiss.

Frozen at the start, he responded with the same ardor to the kiss by sliding his hands through the hunter's hair. He slipped his arms around her waist.

Breathlessly, their lips parted. He pinched his in embarrassment.

- I... I'm going to continue the translation.

But the eldest wouldn't let go. He brought his face closer to hers again. He put his hands on his chest.

- Dean.

- Don't think about escaping me.

He let go of a new one, his heart pounding.

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He was able, after another kiss, to continue the translation under the hunter's smile.

He came out of his memories.

- Passionate this Dean. Says Erica.

- Yes. It was my first real kiss.

- How is that true? Allison asked.

- Actually, when we were eight, Scott and I kissed.

- What ? Said his three friends.

- A simple chaste kiss. I was sad about my mother. Scott had seen in a movie that when you loved someone and they were sad, you kissed them. And since we loved each other, as friends, but it was love, he kissed me.

- It's cute. Erica and Allison said at the same time.

He smiled remembering that memory. Saying that Scott had been everything to him. And that now, the latter was rejecting him to stay with Isaac.

- Stiles?

He snapped out of his sad thoughts when he heard Peter's voice and felt his hand on the back of his neck.

- Pardon. Where was I?

- To the passionate kiss with Dean. Says Erica.

- When you resume the translation. Said Allison at the same time.

Which made him smile.

He plunged back into his memories.

He was on the translation when Sam and Damon came back into the room.

- Kitten breakfast. Said the vampire coming towards him.

- THANKS.

- You move forward ?

Damon slumped on his back.

- It was until you fell on me.

- Whoops. Sorry kitten.

- Can you stop calling him that? Dean asked on edge.

- Why would I do this? This is my love kitten.

- Stiles is mine!

- No, to me!

The two men stood up to face each other. Damon had taken on his vampire face. He quickly got up to stand between them, his back to the vampire.

- Take it easy, hunters. Lower your weapons. You risk nothing. And you, put on a non-aggressive face.

- But...

- Damon.

- GOOD.

- Dean. Sat.

- He's a vampire. Said Dean.

- I know. But I promise you he won't do anything.

Dean caressed her left cheek.

- GOOD. I believe you.

He saw Sam lower his gun following his brother.

- Now everyone in a corner and let me have lunch and finish the translation. Oh also, FYI, I don't belong to anyone. Just because you stole my kisses doesn't mean I'm yours. And a nickname doesn't count. I give it to my whole pack.

With that, he returned to the table with Sam who was smiling.

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At the end of the translation, he sat up quickly, knocking the chair over.

- Holy shit. We are in deep shit. Really screwed up.

- What did you find? Sam asked him.

- Two seconds, you'll know.

He took his phone to call his father.

- Dad. I found out what these creatures are. We are in deep shit. People who have been assaulted, they will turn into this translucent thing. And guess when? At the next full moon. And guess when? Tomorrow evening !

- Holy shit. his father hissed.

- Remind me how many victims there are.

- Fourteen.

- Fourteen creatures will be born tomorrow. Fourteen people we're going to have to kill and find a lie for their families. Apart ...

- Besides what, son?

- Unless we find the person behind these attacks.

- Person ?

- Yes. From what I understand, this creature acts like the kanima. If we find the master, and we destroy this object allowing him to control the creatures, we could save the people attacked. But here, it's bigger than Beacon Hill, and we don't know anyone. How am I going to bond? And especially in less than twenty-four hours?

- Breathe son.

He felt himself calm down when he felt Dean and Damon hug him.

He sighed deeply, relaxed.

- Son ?

- Dad. I'll let you know.

- Take care, son.

- Do not worry. I am not alone.

- So much the better.

He hung up.

He looked at the three men beside him. Dean and Damon backed away when he calmed down.

- You heard. We are going to have a job.