Stiles' POV

I sat in A.P Chemistry, next to my best friend Scott Mcall, waiting anxiously for the last period bell to ring. Chris Argent had told me the other night that my dad had given him permission to teach me how to handle and fire a gun and how to fight. I mean I could deliver a hard right hook but in a real fight I'd get pummeled. And my training started after school today. Chris told me to meet him at the Archery range he used to take Allison before she died.

The bell rang and I was up and out of my seat before our chemistry teacher even dismissed us. On my way to the front doors, I bumped into Liam, said a quick 'hey talk to you later' and rushed out to my jeep. I hopped in and drove away from the school. The Archery range wasn't far  and it only took me eight minutes to get there. I parked my car, got out and walked up the narrow path into the woods that led to a small clearing.

I saw Chris standing by a target talking to two other guys. I strode over to them and it wasn't until I was a few feet away that they noticed me.

Chris smiled. "Hey Stiles. How was school?"

My expression remained blank. "Boring as hell."

The guy with hazel eyes and short brown hair chuckled. "You have no idea."

I frowned but didn't say anything. Chris gestured to the man who had just spoken. "This is Dean and Sam Winchester. They're--"

"Hunters." I finish for him. "I can tell." I nodded my head at Dean. "The way he went for his gun when he saw me gave it away."

Chris looked impressed. "Great eye. Looks like that's something I don't have to teach you."

"Teach?" Sam said incredulously.

"I'm training him. He needs it. Espescially after--" Chris cuts himself off glancing at me warily, knowing that I hated when anyone brought it up. So instead he said, "It's just something I promised him I'd do."

I could feel Dean staring at me but I refused to meet his eyes or pay any attention to it. But it was starting to feel creepy and I steeled myself to say something smart. Luckily Chris handed me a gun and said,

"Let's get started."

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After lessons, I went home thinking about todays events. My mind involuntarilly went back to training. My first few times firing the gun, the kickback sending me stumbling back a couple steps. At first Dean and Sam sat back and watched but after a while Dean decided to step in and help, placing his hands on my hips to position me the right way and showing me how to square my feet. But the way he held my waist firmly but gently...I shook my head trying to clear it. I shouldn't be thinking about this...he was way too old for me.

Halfway home my car started to break down and I had to pull over on the side of the road. There was a light rain coming down and I grabbed a wrench and some ducktape, getting out to lift the hood. As I did so I heard and felt heavy breathing down my neck. I stiffened, gripping the wrench tighter.

"You need help with that?"

The voice sounded different but felt familiar. I turned around and there, standing behind me was Derek Hale.

"Derek?" I say but it comes out as a whisper.

Derek smirked. "The one and only. Did you miss me?"

Derek's POV

I stared down at Stiles, smirking. I could hear his heart beat faster as he stared back. God he was beautiful. Dark hair that was becoming plastered to his forehead  with rain, long dark eyelashes, wide hazel-brown eyes, a five eleven foot frame and a tanned complextion. Not to mention a perfect body.

I repeated my first question. "Do you need help?"

Stiles blinked, obviously still trying to get over the shock of seeing me again. He turned back to his engine saying, "Um, I uh....no. I have everything under control."

An upstart to his heartbeat. It was a lie and he knew that I knew it was. I arched an eyebrow and his face turned a light shade of red as he hung his head sheepishly.

"I, uh...may need some help."

I smiled and gently moved him aside so I could take a look at his jeep. As far as I could tell through all of the ducktape...he needed a new engine.

"You need a brand new engine. Your jeep isn't going anywhere until you do." I glance at my watch before looking back up at him. "It's getting pretty late. I can give you a lift if you'd like."

Stiles looked sadly at his jeep before nodding slowly and following me to my car. I'd fix his jeep for him as a gift. Anything to make him happy.

Unknown Person's POV

The man watched the two people on the road and knew he had to have the boy. No matter the cost.