Stiles Jeep

Stiles: Hey try not to bleed out on my seats okay? We're almost there
Derek: Almost where?
Stiles: Your house
Derek: What? No, you can't take me there
Stiles: I can't take you to your own house?
Derek: Not when I can't protect myself
Stiles: well we're is Raven?
Derek: I don't know she left chasing after the Argents.
Stiles: All right that's it

Stiles pulls over to the side of the road

Stiles: What happens if Scott doesn't find your little magic bullet? Hmm? Are you dying?
Derek: Not yet I have a last resort
Stiles: What do you mean? What last resort?

Derek lifted up his sleeve

Stiles: Oh my god what is that? Oh is that contagious? You know what you should probably just get out.
Derek: Start the car now
Stiles: I don't think you should be barking orders with the way you look, okay? In fact, I think if I wanted to I could probably drag your little werewolf ass out into the middle of the road and leave you for dead.
Derek: Start the car, or I'm going to rip your throat out- with my teeth.

After that Stiles started the car up again