canon au } { post-518, of duct tape and momming

[hasperkynipples]

Stiles: [coming home one afternoon earlier than planned and there is Dean. And his Jeep. And his Jeep's innards all over the place] Oh My God what are you doing?!

Dean: [turns back to Stiles and points his wrench at him] Fixing it.

Stiles: But I think all of these belong in the car, not in the driveway.

Dean: Yeah, well, I had to take all of those out so that I could get rid of the duct tape you were using to keep shit together.

Stiles: The duct tape was working just fine. For the most part.

Dean: [just the most ... baleful look] Do you love this car?

Stiles: Yes.

Dean: Then you need to take care of her like she's your child.

Stiles: I do. Duct tape is like band aids.

Dean: Yeah, it's like putting a band aid on a gunshot wound.

Stiles: [crosses his arms] It's worked.

Dean: Yeah, well. What I'm going to do is going to work better. [there's a beat as he goes back into the car again to keep fixing things]

Stiles: How much is this going to cost me?

Dean: Nothing.

Stiles: Come again?

Dean: Nada. Zero. Zilch.

Stiles: And you're doing all of this for free because...?

Dean: Jody asked me to.

Stiles: [nods] Ah, that makes sense. [and he's going to sneak closer, trying to see what he's doing]

Dean: [will notice that, before taking a step back and will talk car stuff! in simple easy to use terms so that Stiles actually learns something and can do this on his own for real later]

Stiles: [and soon he's going to be leaning over the edge, taking it all in because he does absorb data like a sponge.]

Dean: [Yep. but we're going to gloss over it because the narration knows zilch about cars and how they work. so car talk here and answering occasional nosy questions there]

Stiles: [and finally when they are all covered in oil and sweat] So now what?

Dean: [steps back and tips his head towards the driver's side] Let's turn her on and see how she purrs.

Stlies: [and he will pull his keys from his pocket and goes to do that... and it won't turn over]

Dean: [... sighs, and tries to listen closely to see where the bad noise is coming from] Try it again?

Stiles: [does it, same result] Did you forget to rehook up the alternator to the ignition?

Dean: [gives him a look before messing around under the hood some more and pulls back up again] Try again.

Stiles: [tries and it goes]

Dean: There we go.

Stiles: So was it what I thought it was.

Dean: No. [maybe. he closes the hood] Next time you run into trouble, just call me before you break out the duct tape, alright?

Stiles: Yeah, sure. [maybe]

Dean: [there's a look because do it, Stiles. Don't make him lecture you on proper car care]

Stiles: [and he looks back, his eyebrows up I am a perfect angel look]

Dean: Anyway. Tell Jody it's all fixed up and shouldn't die on you on your way to Berkeley.

Stiles: I'm sure she and my dad will appreciate that.

Dean: Probably why she asked.

Stiles: Yeah.... [you can see how excited he is about the "couple"]

Dean: [he does notice that and he smirks] You know, kid, there are worse people to have in your corner than Jody Mills.

Stiles: Yeah, I know. And I like her. And I kinda like Claire and Alex. It's just... it's been him and me. We're a team

Dean: [he nods a bit] Doesn't mean you're not still a team. But every team needs a good second string, right?

Stiles: Yeah, and we got Scott and Melissa.

Dean: [he sighs] What about Cora? He give you this much trouble when she joined the team?

Stiles: No, they tend to team up against me most of the time.

Dean: Okay, you're allowed to choose your partner, but your dad isn't?

Stiles: I didn't say I was going to stop him.

Dean: But you're just gonna keep making faces every time her name comes up?

Stiles: No. Not every time.

Dean: [he gives him a bit of a skeptical look]

Stiles: What? I don't do it every time. Just the time where we talk about them being all... couple-y.

Dean: Mmm-hmmm. And just now, when I brought up her asking me to fix your car.

Stiles: Because she's also taken to momm'ing me. So that was totally a momming thing.

Dean: That's just Jody, man. She moms everyone. She even moms me and Sam and we're almost forty.

Stiles: Yeah, I noticed that. How do you handle it?

Dean: Well ... we actually like it. It's nice to have a female touch sometimes.

Stiles: [and he just wrinkles his nose]

Dean: I know this probably isn't going to make any sense, but ... she moms. She's not trying to be your mom. There's a difference.

Stiles: Yeah, I know. [and that's not something he wants to talk about]

Dean: [he watches him for a moment, before starting to clean off one of the wrenches] I lost my mom when I was a kid too. And when I was your age, I would have bucked someone like Jody at first too.

Stiles: You do realize you don't know anything about me. This is what, our third conversation outside of dealing with monsters - the other two being thanksgiving and condom awareness day?

Dean: I may not know you? But I know what it's like to be a kid who's been on their own without a lot of adults around, and had to take care of themselves a lot.

Stiles: [just crosses his arms again]

Dean: [sighs as he goes to lean against the car] My mom died when I was four in a house fire. My dad checked out and it was pretty much me taking care of Sam all the time.

Stiles: You didn't get to watch you mom lose her sanity over the course of your lifetime and in the end claim that you were the one trying to kill her. So don't try to think you know what I've gone through. [and he's going to turn and go]

Dean: No, that was Sam. And my dad got possessed and actually try to rip my insides out of my chest, so do you really want to play the who's had it worse game?

Stiles: No, I was the possessed one, and tried to kill most of the town. Actually did kill a few, and technically the body you're looking at was made from the said possessed creature so I don't even know if I'm technically human anymore in the physical sense so yeah, we can keep going at this all night long. I may not have your what, forty years of fucked up hunting life, but for eighteen, I'm pretty sure I'm far ahead of where you were at my age.

Dean: Maybe. But Buffy had already died at least once by the time she was eighteen, so she wins this dick measuring contest every time.

Stiles: Done that too.

Dean: Did you kill your boyfriend?

Stiles: [thinks] Does shoving a sword and twisting it into my best friend count?

Dean: Nope. She shoved the sword in and sent him to a hell dimension.

Stiles: Sorry, the hell dimension wasn't available at the time.

Dean: Yeah, well, in the shitstorm of life, Buffy Summers will always win.

Stiles: Fine, Buffy, then me, and maybe you after. Though I think the Hales get in there too somewhere.

Dean: [hasn't even gone into half the crap he's been through, but whatever.] Anyway, the point is - Jody knows that you've been through a lot, and she's not trying to make your life harder. Honestly, with you she scales back a lot.

Stiles: And I said I'm fine with her. Alright? Do I need to scream it to the heavens?! [angry flash is hot]

Dean: [holds up his hands in self defense] Whoa. Easy.

Stiles: [takes a deep breath, fisting his hands and trying to calm his breathing]

Dean: Sorry. I didn't mean to hit a hair trigger.

Stiles: [shakes his head, shaking out a hand] No, it's fine. I just need to take a walk.

Dean: Okay. I'll let your dad know if I see him.

Stiles: Thanks. And um, thanks again for fixing Roscoe.

Dean: No problem. You run into trouble again, just give me a call. I'll come have a look at it.

Stiles: Thanks. [and he's going to shove his hands into his pockets and go to walk around the block]

Dean: [and Dean will finish cleaning up and hang out to collect his reward of a tub of ribs with sauce]

Stiles: [and about halfway through his walk he texts Cora] It happened again.

Cora: What?

Stiles: Anger out of nowhere.

Cora: Are you okay?

Stiles: Yeah, Yeah I'm walking it off.

Cora: I'm at the loft. Want to come here?

Stiles: Sure. When I get back to the house I'll drive over.

Cora: Drive?

Stiles: Yes. Roscoe lives.

Cora: How'd you get it fixed?

Stiles: Jody bribed Dean with food.

Cora: Nice.

Stiles: So we can choose which car we take to Berkeley.

Cora: We can talk about it when you get here.

Stiles: Alright. Want me to bring anything with me?

Cora: Just you. And your stuff if you're going to stay the night.

Stiles: I probably will. See you soon.

Cora: See you soon. [and she will be there waiting for him when he gets there]

Stiles: [and he will come home and go to his room to pack his overnight bag]

Claire: [pokes her head in if his door is open] You seen Alex?

Stiles: Not since breakfast.

Claire: Okay. [glances down at his bag] Going somewhere?

Stiles: Cora's.

Claire: Cool. See you later.

Stiles: [thinks a moment] Claire...

Claire: Yeah?

Stiles: When I leave for Berkley... you guys will take care of my dad, right?

Claire: [glances back to him, confused] Of course.

Stiles: I know I act like a brat sometimes... but I do like you guys being here. Most of the time.

Claire: [smirks] You mean when we're not taking over your bathroom and generally being female in your direction?

Stiles: Pretty much.

Claire: [she grins] We'll be okay, Stiles. I know leaving him is a big deal, but he'll be there when you come home for spring break. I promise.

Stiles: He better be.

Claire: He will.

Stiles: [nods] I'll text him to let him know where I am.

Claire: Okay. See you later.

Stiles: [and he will head to the jeep]

Cora: [and his girlfriend will still be waiting for him]

Stiles: [and he will get there and go up to the loft, just opening the door like he lives there]

Dawn: [looks up from the book she's reading and just smiles] Hey, Stiles.

Stiles: Hey Dawn. How's the planning going?

Dawn: Good! So long as the current Beacon Hills crisis is averted, I think we'll be good to get this show on the road.

Stiles: Awesome. Yeah, can't really have a beast showing up uninvited to the wedding. He'd really screw up the catering menu.

Dawn: Definitely. But we'll figure it out, one way or another.

Stiles: Awesome. Cora still upstairs?

Dawn: Yep. Go ahead.

Stiles: [and upstairs he goes, and probably best to stop here since bedtime]

Cora: [and she will be curled up in bed, and look up with a smile when she sees him] Hey.

Stiles: Hey. [tosses bag into the corner and then winces as it hits the cords and sends her phone and a few other things to the floor] Sorry.

Cora: [she laughs, before shaking her head] It's okay. Derek got me the new indestructible one for Christmas.

Stiles: Yeah, surprising enough, those aren't as indestructible as they claim.

Cora: [she shrugs] It's just a phone.

Stiles: Yeah, a phone that you text me on. And call me. And totally a lifeline.

Cora: And that I can have replaced if I need to. [and she will get up and find her phone and hold it up for him to see] See? No damage.

Stiles: Good. [and he is going to close the door to give them their soundproof seal, and then walk over to her and kiss her]

Cora: [hums softly into the kiss, leaning into him a bit] Hi.

Stiles: Hi. [smiles] Have a good day?

Cora: As good as a day can be in Beacon Hills.

Stiles: Should I be worried?

Cora: [she shakes her head] Just the usual stuff. I'm glad you're here.

Stiles: Me too. [and he will lean into her, hoping that anxiety isn't leaving a residual smell on him]

Cora: [there is, a little, but she just pulls him back to bed, curling up so they can get nice and cozy and relax]

Stiles: [curls into her a bit] I need to find a way to control my anger.

Cora: We can work on that.

Stiles: Good.

Cora: You just need to find an anchor.

Stiles: [laughs] I've heard of that method.

Cora: [she laughs] Well, it's not that different.

Stiles: I already have an anchor though.

Cora: You do?

Stiles: Yeah. [he runs a hand along her cheek] You. My dad. My family.

Cora: So try and focus on us. That might help calm you down faster.

Stiles: That's what I do. When I recognize I've slipped.

Cora: But you want something else to keep you from getting there?

Stiles: Yeah.

Cora: Maybe you should talk to Sweets when we go to school.

Stiles: I will.

Cora: Good. I think it'll be good for you.

Stiles: If he could help Peter, he's a miracle worker.

Cora: It takes a lot of work though.

Stiles: When has anything been easy lately?

Cora: Nothing worth having is ever easy.

Stiles: Yeah, I know. [and he will stroke her cheek again]

Cora: [watches him for a moment before leaning in to kiss him again]

Stiles: [kisses her back]

Cora: We'll figure it out.

Stiles: Good. [he takes her hand and squeezes] I love you.

Cora: I love you too.

Stiles: And next week, we don't have to worry about who's home to be together.

Cora: [grins] Nope. Because we will have our own place, where we can do whatever we want.

Stiles: Good. I have that first weekend planned.

Cora: You do?

Stiles: Yup. [kissing her] Naked times.

Cora: [she laughs] That's it? Those are your only plans?

Stiles: Well, there's going to be a lot to do during naked times. Interspersed with pizza deliveries.

Cora: I guess I'll just have to see when we get there.

Stiles: I promise to make it fun for both of us.

Cora: I'll hold you to that.

Stiles: I'm sure we'll both be doing a lot of holding.

Cora: Good to know.

Stiles: I've missed being with you.

Cora: Me too. Everything's been so crazy lately.

Stiles: Yeah, tell me about it.

Cora: I am looking forward to only having to worry about school.

Stiles: Me too.

Cora: This'll be good for us.

Stiles: You think so?

Cora: Yeah. We'll get some time to ourselves.

Stiles: Alone naked time.

Cora: [she laughs] And not naked time too.

Stiles: Yeah, if you want. [smirks]

Cora: We will occasionally have to do stuff like homework.

Stiles: And reading and studying and sleeping.

Cora: Yep. And go to class.

Stiles: That too.

Cora: But other than that, we can have all the naked time you want.

Stiles: I like that plan. [leans in to kiss her again]

Cora: [kisses him back, sliding her arms around his neck to pull him closer]

Stiles: [slides closer and guides her leg up around his hip to get nice and close]

Cora: [and she will happily pull him in, hooking her legs and pressing against him]

Stiles: [and cue teenage makeout times]

Cora: [yep, lots of those and possibly more than that if someone doesn't come up to bother them]

Derek: [nope. He's gotten to the point of just leaving the pizza outside the door when it's closed all the way at a mealtime]

Cora: [good brother]

Stiles: [is so happy for the possibly more. that helps relax him a lot]

Cora: [yep. there's soundproofing so they can definitely do more if he wants]

Stiles: [oh, he wants. he wants so much.]

Cora: [so more he shall have. and she just curl up to stay close, tracing shapes against his skin]

Stiles: [and he's all sweaty and sated, leaning his head against hers] God I love you.

Cora: I love you too.

Stiles: When we get to Berkley, we can pretend to be a normal couple.

Cora: Pretend?