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Healing (Hurt Pt.3)

Summary: Peter gets put on best friend duty after the reader has a crappy date. 

Warning: Language.

A/N: The gif kinda barely matches the story. Sorry!(But it’s what we all want, right?). hopefully the fourth and final part will be out today or tomorrow. 

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You walked up to Scott’s door and knocked softly, hugging Melissa when she opened the door. The both of you talked for a little, then you made your way up to Scott’s room. Scott sat on his bed and Derek sat in the beanbag chair looking very uncomfortable. It was a few hours after you’d left Peter’s and you’d called them both to talk about what had happened. You suggested Scott’s because if you were being honest, you were tired of Derek’s bland loft.

“What’s going on with you and Peter?” Derek asked bluntly.

“What do you mean?” You looked between the two of them.

“Well, you smell a lot like him. And not just him, his soap” Scott spoke up.

“Gee, Scott. Didn’t know you knew so much about Peter’s hygiene” you crossed your arms, annoyed at the interrogation.

“Are you two sleeping together?” Derek pushed his lips into a line.

“What? God! No!” You scoffed. “We’re just friends.” You uncrossed your arms and sat next to Scott. “We need to talk about what you heard in the woods, though” you changed the subject quickly, they both avoided looking at you.

“Well, we basically heard… everything?” Scott said shyly.

“We heard his roar and we knew it was Peter so Scott and I ran to go see what was happening.” Derek explained from across the room.

“Okay but, we should talk about how we should handle this” you bumped Scott’s shoulder, you didn’t care how much they’d heard, you just wanted to make sure no one else knew what they saw.

“What do you think we should do?” Scott turned to you.

“Nothing really, I think he’d appreciate if you guys just didn’t say anything, or treat him differently because then everyone would know something was up and it’d be awk–” your speech was cut short when Stiles came bumbling into the room.

“Okay, so I have a few theories about Peter’s condition” Stiles had a stack of books in his arms.

“Condition?” You muttered, standing. “You told him?” You looked between the two werewolves in front of you, a little ticked that the secret had gotten out.

“Well, we need to figure out what’s wrong with Peter so-” Scott began.

“What’s wrong with Peter?” You looked around the room incredulously.

“Exactly. Why he’s acting this way around you.” Derek nodded firmly.

“It’s called being human.” You gazed at your friends, hurt as they all made noises of disbelief.

“Human? Seriously,[Y/N]? The guy used to turn into a giant humanoid wolf” Stiles raised his arms in frustration.

“And Ethan and Aiden used to merge together to make a giant Alpha.” You rolled your eyes. “Seriously, why are you still mad at him? Derek, you were mad because you thought he killed Cora. Well, she’s alive, hanging in South America right now” you shook your head at Derek.

“He tried to kill us!” Stiles whined

“And you literally killed him!” It was your turn to raise your arms in frustration. “Call me crazy but, once you kill someone, they should be forgiven.” You crossed your arms and the three boys infront of you looked away. “Okay, I’m not saying you have to hold hands and skip down the street with the guy but, would it kill you to not make it feel like you hate him everyday?” You dropped your arms when you got no response.

“Look, I love you guys. I’m just disappointed” you told them as you left the room and the house entirely.

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You poured yourself another glass of wine as you scrolled through your phone, pursing your lips when the bottle rang empty. It had been a little under a week since your day with Peter and your talk with the boys, it was like scolding a group of first graders into being nice to the new kid. You sat back on your couch bored out of your mind, you thought back to your date tonight. Lydia had set you up with a guy from her old Summer camp, you shook the thoughts out of your mind and took a gulp of wine. Maybe it was the fact that you needed a friend, or maybe it was the wine, but you had gone through your phone and found the name ‘Big bad Pete’ and began to text.

BFF 911. WHISKEY AND WOLVESBANE.

It was a shot in the dark but you were tipsy and didn’t care. Less than two minutes later your phone was ringing and ‘Big Bad Pete’ flashed across the screen.

“ What? ” was all he said in a confused tone, once you’d answered the phone.

“What? What?” You said, equally confused.

“I don’t understand your encrypted code” he sighed.

“Oh, I forget you’re new to this” the smile on your lips obvious to both of you. “That means, come over now, it’s an emergency, bring whiskey for me and wolvesbane for you” you rolled your eyes dramatically, taking comfort in the fact that he couldn’t see you.

“Why couldn’t you have just said that? You already took time to text me, it’s just a couple more letters” he huffed, almost sounding like he was pouting.

“You don’t like texting, Peter?” You held in a giggle, it was such an adorable thing to get upset about. You were finding too much enjoyment out of this and he knew.

“No,” he said briefly, then continuing “I much prefer hearing the voice of the person I’m speaking with,” his voice grew deep. “Your voice.” He paused, your breathing slowed “I like to hear the shallow breathing, the soft noises that get made without realizing” you made a noise closely resembling a moan. “I like to close my eyes and envision the parting of the lips” it felt like he was in the room, whispering this in your ear “Sometimes it gets to the point where I can almost hear their heartbeat” Peter groaned lowly while your heart was pounding. Moments passed and Peter spoke up. “[Y/N]?” His voice came with heavy breathing.

“Yes?” You said absently, pushing your thighs together to calm your throbbing.

“I’ll be there soon” he regained his composure and hung up.

After a few minutes you sprung into action, you went to your dresser and searched for the most unflattering pair of granny panties you could find to put on. Physically smacking your own arm at the lengths you were going to prevent what you wanted to happen, from happening. When you opened the door you were happy to see Peter, standing there with the whiskey that you’d requested and a baggie of fast food.

“Hey Pete” you grinned at him.

“Pete?” the word sounding like poison coming off his tongue. “No, that’s not happening” he pushed past you and entered your apartment. You couldn’t help but laugh as you closed the door. “Oh, it’s funny?“he set his items down.

"Kinda” you bit your lip.

“You’re down to fries only, young lady.” amusement danced in his eyes.

“Okay, I’m sorry!” You whined, straightening up. Once you met his eyes, you both doubled over in laughter.

“You know, I left a very desirable stripper, aptly named Desiree, at a very fine establishment called the Pink Pony” he said as poured himself a glass of wolvesbane and you your whiskey.

After you both had composed yourselves, Peter took the liberty of making himself comfortable. Like, really comfortable, he took his shoes and jacket off, tossing it on a chair. Then he took it upon himself to grab glasses out of your cupboard, and now he’s just sitting on your couch pouring drinks like he owns the place.

“I’m sure there will be more Desiree’s in the future.” You rolled your eyes “and maybe even some that you can touch” you said sarcastically as you plopped down on the couch and took a swig of the whiskey. It burned terribly, that much was obvious as you made a face and hissed.

“Do you even drink whiskey?” He watched with tilted lips as he downed his own.

“Not really but, I thought it’d be good to get me super drunk” you muttered and took another fiery gulp.

“Why do you need to get drunk?” He leaned back on the couch and glanced at your TV.

“Oh no reason, really.” you mumbled.

“I’m gonna need more than that.” He took a swig, “Seeing as I purchased a nice big bottle of whiskey as well as some delicious burgers and fries.” He lifted a fry to his mouth for effect.

“Don’t forget, you left desirable Desiree” you rolled your eyes.

“Exactly. So I gotta know more info.” He shrugged. “Plus it’s raining outside and-” you looked out the window behind you.

“It’s barely sprinkling, Peter!” You whipped your head around to face him and punch him in the arm. You both began laughing again.

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You and Peter both basically devoured your cheeseburgers and fries. Peter had gone through nearly two flasks of his drink and he was finally starting to feel it, you’d barely gone through two glasses of whiskey and you were bordering a slurry mess.

“Mmm fast food makes the best drunk food” he commented.

“Evil werewolves make the best best friends” your head rested on his shoulder. “Thanks, Peter, for all of this” you smiled.

“Hey, it was an emergency. But, if you want to tell me why it was…” he looked at you, tight lipped, asking what had happened earlier tonight. Never one to be left out.

“Okay fine! So Lydia set me up with this guy from her old Summer camp, right?” He nodded, taking a break from looking at the movie on TV. “Get this, the guy takes me to a coffee shop at 8 o'clock at night.” You were sitting up now.

“Ugh. Hipsters” Peter rolled his eyes.

“Seriously! Anyway, it’s been like 8 months since anything’s gone on down in this area” you motioned to your crotch area. “And finally I said screw it, the guy was cute and you only live once,” you nodded.

“Twice.” Peter murmured wiggling two fingers. His jaw was noticeably tight.

“Twice.” You looked at him pointedly. “Anyway, we came back here and we’re standing at the door, and we start making out, he’s biting my neck…”

“Get to the point, sweetheart” his voice became gruff and you looked at him oddly as he downed another cup.

“Well, I invite him in and he tells me… He’s celibate” Peter nearly spit out his drink when he let out a little laugh. You leaned back with a loud groan. “The one time a guy doesn’t wanna get in my pants on the first date” you huffed.

“We can always skip the whole first date thing, you know, as a favor” he brought his face close to yours. And you pushed him away with a smirk.

“As wonderful as that sounds, I don’t wanna owe you any favors” you told him, you were trying your hardest not to give in to him.

“Suit yourself” he shrugged and draped himself over the couch. “I’m amazing” he winked.

“I’m glad you think so” your eyes rolled.

“You would too” he watched you with amusement.

“I’m sure” you tried to come off as sarcastic.

“So am I” he licked his lips.

You forced yourself to remain quiet and let Peter win this one. He always had a comeback and this time, you had none so you just shook your head and stood up to stretch. Peter let his eyes trail down your body slowly, so slowly that you met his eyes with a hand on your hip and a raised eyebrow when he was done with his show. He just looked at you with a smirk, it was like he knew that all he had to do was make the right move and you’d be his.

“That couch is not doing anything for my back” you did another light stretch.

“Let’s go lay down” he said nonchalantly, standing as he did. “I’m glad you said something because I feel like I’ve been healing myself over and over and my back still hurts” he began walking towards your bedroom, you stopped him in the hall.

“Do you really think it’s a good idea to lay in bed with each other?” You rose an eyebrow.

“Why?” He took a step towards you “Afraid something might..Happen?” He teased, every step forward had you stepping back until the back of your legs were hitting your bed. “Trust me, if I were to take you, the first time wouldn’t be on a bed.” He touched your cheek gently and you held your breath. “Plus, it’s not like we haven’t done it before” he hopped on your bed and motioned for you to join.

“Asshole” you mumbled under your breath.

“I’m sorry what?” His smile was sickeningly sweet. He’d heard you.

“Asshole” you said much louder this time you made sure to annunciate.

He ignored you and patted the bed, “Tell me something” he turned to you and rested his chin on his hand after you joined him.

“A little nephew of mine told me that you had a little meeting with him and our young Alpha. Why?” You weren’t expecting that question.

“Damn. Nobody can keep secrets” you mumbled and Peter scoffed. “I wanted to make sure you’d be okay after…everything.” You couldn’t stop the heat from coming to your cheeks.

“I think I can stand up for myself.” He told you sarcastically.

“Everybody needs someone on their side” you gave him a small smile and he gave you one of his own. He looked away after a few moments.

“Yeah well, now Scott thinks I brainwashed you with penis majic” you choked on your spit.

“What?” You asked with wide eyes and began laughing.

“It’s flattering, really” he shrugged

“He sounds jealous” you said after a beat.

“He is jealous” Peter said with disinterest. You ignored your deepening blush, so did Peter.

The question sent you and Peter into an impromptu round of Truths. Well, you were telling the truth, at least.

“Why’d you say you’d buy me a new shirt, the ripped one wasn’t mine?” You took a chance to change the subject and ask him a question that had been bothering you.

“Yes it is.” You looked at him quizzically and opened your mouth to disagree but he ignored you, “Every time you come to my house you leave at least one thing behind. It’s like I have a damn roommate.” He rolled his eyes at his explanation.

“I thought you would burn anything anyone left behind.” You told him, remembering when Stiles left his swim trunks and got them back in an ashtray.

“Do you want me to burn them?” He rose his eyebrow at you and you shook your head quickly.

“"Who do you think is the most attractive person in your little pack?” He stretched out lazily,

“Mmm…Kira, maybe?” You tilted your head, smirking at his growl.

“You know what I meant” he pursed his lips.

“Did I?” You questioned with a smile.

“Yes.” He glared then smirked “Do you find me attractive?” You gulped.

“It’s my turn.” You began.

“Nope. You asked your question” he said, realizing your mistake. “Now answer mine.” His eyes danced mischievously.

“I’m human, aren’t I?” You mumbled and flopped back, covering your head with a pillow.

He moved over to you and ran a single finger up your arm. “You make it hard for me, you know?” He murmured and kissed your jaw gently. Your breath hitched as you waited for another touch, sighing in disappointment as none came. “And yes, I know that counts” he lay back and you pulled the pillow off your head. Both of you enjoying each other’s company laying side by side, fingers lightly gripping at each other.

“Who was it?” You bit your lip “Your eyes…” Your voice was barely above a whisper. It was something you’d wondered for a while… Blue eyes didn’t come without a story.

“That counts for two.” He said before heaving out a sigh “Derek wasn’t the only one who was young and dumb and in love once.” He watched you out of the corner of his eye. “I happen to be a very jealous man, especially when it comes to my woman, especially when I get cheated on” his voice was low and dangerous, it made you want to move away but you gripped his hand tightly instead, ignoring the stinging as a claw dug into your hand. “He was my best friend” he growled..

“You deserve better,” you whispered after a few moments.

“No I don’t.” he whispered quickly.

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i miss all my friends from the teen wolf fandom

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I think next thursday is gonna be the best day of my entire life tbh

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Is there a part 5 to Hurt coming?

No, I'm sorry, that's the end of the line for that series. If you want a Peter one-stop let me know!

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Your protector series is amazinggggg. Are you going to continue it by writing a part 6??

As of now... yes 😁😁

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Protector Pt. 6 Teaser

“I wish we could have met under different circumstances” Sheriff Stilinski admitted. 

You didn’t know what to say so you just muttered out a ‘Same here’ as they loaded Derek into the back of the unmarked van. You sat in the back of the van holding Derek’s hand as he was strapped into a gurney as the men spoke their plan, you were going to meet with a man named Deaton - sure it was his last name, that seemed to be the norm here - and he would heal Derek, hopefully. Why weren’t you going to the hospital? You smile to yourself at the absurdity of the question, of course you wouldn’t how were you supposed to explain these wounds? 

Realization hit you like a ton of bricks. You weren’t hallucinating. Those things had thousands of teeth. Derek’s roars were completely real, as were the slash marks dripping yellow on his torso. You just narrowly escaped death. Now you had to make sure that Derek did too.

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Me pretending I didn’t disappear for over a year and just continuing Protector like nothing happened.

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Who's still waiting to read the next part? 👀

Protector pt. 5

Characters: Derek Hale x Reader, Isaac, Chris, Gerard

Warnings: Not that I can think of…

A/N: This is pretty short compared to my other chapters. Its only a little over 1k words. Still great though. I’ll try to post more frequently! I’ve just been working a lot and my boo’s back. 😜

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“Can you drive any faster?!” Isaac yelled from the back.

“I’m fucking trying! It’s not that easy!” You screaming back at him.

What did he expect after the events that transpired in the last forty-five minutes. Hell, the events that transpired in the last few days. If anyone was trying to get to your destination as quickly as possible, it was you. How did you get stuck with driving, anyway?

/Flashback/ The gas was creeping in at a much faster pace now and the guys decided to spring into action. But, before they could Gerard had something to say, he made it known with two clicks of his tongue.

“Ah ah ahhhh.” He began walking back and forth. “You wouldn’t want anything to happen to little miss Y/N would you?” Your name dripped off his tongue like sweet acid.

The moment he finished his sentence four men made their way into the bunker. They all looked normal up until the point where they showed their teeth. They had rows and rows of teeth and looked as if they could barely contain themselves. The circle around you grew tighter as the mist was now chest height. Isaac was barely keeping his composure, his stance shrunk and his breathing was slowing. Derek looked perfectly fine, but you could tell something was going wrong. He’d had a bead of sweat dripping from his brow and if you looked close enough he was shaking. Chris seemed oblivious to the mist.

“Wendigos…” The younger Argent spoke. Wendigos? You looked back to the men on Gerard’s side and gave them another once-over​. In all the supernatural fiction you’ve read the term wendigo didn’t come up too often. But, it was one you knew. They matched every description with ease. The dead; almost glowing eyes white, extra rows of teeth. Oh, and let’s not forget the constant hunger for human flesh.

“I see you haven’t completely forgotten who you are, son” Gerard spoke. “Yes.. they’re wendigos…And they’re very hungry.” The grin he gave showed his blackening teeth.

“From where I stand, you’re the one who’s forgotten.” Chris grunted and took the first move by shooting one of the men -wendigos- right between the eyes.

Chaos broke once that happened. Derek gave one last look at you and leapt into action, Chris began shooting and Isaac stood close to you, moving away from the vents. Clearly the mist was affecting everyone, well Derek and Isaac at least. Who were the only two with that had gone through a physical change… Besides the Wendigos. You decided to cover the vents. You kept your eyes on Derek as he fought with ease. Two versus one wasn’t a fair fight but, Derek knew what he was doing. Everytime a hand was raised he would duck and Dodge with ease. You felt like cheering when you saw his own claws grip one of the wendigos chest and reach in to pull out a heart. Isaac did it for you.

Katrina’s and Gerard’s heads snapped in your direction at the cheers. You continued your task of covering the vents quickly as Isaac handed you the blankets and towels. A low whistle sounded and the two remaining creatures began dodging their attackers and making their way towards you. Derek noticed and growled loudly, leaping in the air, to quickly slice one of their heads clean off. Chris shot at the one coming towards you and Isaac but it did no damage. He took another shot, this one landed near his heart and it slowed him down. You took a chance and threw a knife at him from around a crouching Isaac and missed. You could hear the laughter from Katrina on the other side of the room. Chris shot the attacker in the same area and Isaac ran at it to finish the job, his heart was ripped out in mere seconds and Derek was by your side soon after.

“That’s the best you can do?” Derek spoke for the first time throughout the ordeal. “A little bit of wolvesbane and the lowest of the low when it comes to supernaturals?” You looked at Derek with wide eyes. Gerard smirked but began backing away, Katrina was by his side.

“Judging by those unhealed wounds and the look on her face… We’ve done enough damage.” He laughed and stood at the door.

“He probably won’t live to see tomorrow anyway” Katrina’s eyes were on Derek. “Shame.” She bit her lip and you took up one of Derek’s growls. You threw your last knife at her and were satisfied with her bleeding cheek after the knife grazed it. Gerard had to tug her away just then.

Derek wouldn’t live until tomorrow? You turned your attention to the love of your life as he stood tall, fierce and out of breath. Hed had bite marks and scratches along his entire torso. There was a sickly yellow looking gas seeping out of each wound as well as  the mountain ash littering the bites. Derek said your name but it was hallow, almost silent as he slumped onto you. You caught him and held him as best as you could. He was almost two hundred and fifty pounds of pure muscle. Chris cursed lowly and went to his bag, directing you to lean him against the wall and hold him up. Chris let Isaac put some type of salve on his wounds as he began making phone calls. /End of Flashback/

You looked at Derek through the rearview mirror. His head was nearly in his lap and he was breathing heavily. Isaac had been in charge of making sure Derek didn’t fall asleep and apparently backseat driving as well. Chris had been making phone calls since the fight was over. He’d called in a ‘cleanup crew’ to take care of the bodies in the bunker and now he was calling someone named Melissa and a sheriff?

“I need one of you to get me a helicopter…” He waited for a response “tell them it’s a high value fugitive or a kid with a rare disease.” His voice lowered “look, if we don’t get him to Deaton soon, he won’t make it.” You almost slammed the breaks when you heard that. Instead, you turned your head to glance at Derek quickly.

“How you feeling back there, baby?” You asked Derek in as confident a voice you could muster. Stay strong. You told yourself.

“I’ll be fine.” He gave you a small smile from his hunched position.

“Yes you will.” You smiled back, holding back the tears in your eyes.

“These look a lot better when you do it” he let out a weak laugh when he pointed to his wounds. Your cheeks grew hot at that revelation. Pervert.

“Yeah, I think that’s just the hallucinagenic gas talkin’” you said with a smile. Chris stopped his sentence midway and Isaac groaned.

“Hallucinagenic gas?” Chris questioned, ignoring his call.

“Yeah, the stuff that was coming through the vents? Making Derek and Isaac look all scary and those other guys look like they had hundreds of teeth.” You told them as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“I hate to break it to you dollface-” Isaac began.

“I’ll tell her” Derek interrupted.

“I’ll get as close to Beacon Hills as I can in an hour” Chris nearly yelled, victoriously. “We have to get to a helipad.” He said once he hung up the phone. “Isaac, call Scott”

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A/N: Bum bum bum… The Denial!!! I hope you all enjoyed. Thank you for the wait!!

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Are you back? Cause that would really be the best thing ever!!!!!

I think I'm back, at least to finish protector! Thank you so much. You are amazing btw. I know you've been waiting 💖💖💖

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Protector is sooooooooooooo gooood like oh my gooooood! I need part 6 soooooooon!!!!

Thank you 💖💖 I'll get it out soon!

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Can you post protector part 6 this week please? It's my birthday Thursday and nothing would make me happier!

I'm sorry I missed your birthday.:/ Happy Belated Birthday!!! I'm writing and tweaking it right now!

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Can you please please please upload protector part 6 as soon as you can? By the way, you write like a professional and i can't get enough of your writing 💕

Thank you so so much. That's one of the coolest compliments ever!!! I'll try to post it soon...

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Protector pt. 5

Characters: Derek Hale x Reader, Isaac, Chris, Gerard

Warnings: Not that I can think of…

A/N: This is pretty short compared to my other chapters. Its only a little over 1k words. Still great though. I’ll try to post more frequently! I’ve just been working a lot and my boo’s back. 😜

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“Can you drive any faster?!” Isaac yelled from the back.

“I’m fucking trying! It’s not that easy!” You screaming back at him.

What did he expect after the events that transpired in the last forty-five minutes. Hell, the events that transpired in the last few days. If anyone was trying to get to your destination as quickly as possible, it was you. How did you get stuck with driving, anyway?

/Flashback/ The gas was creeping in at a much faster pace now and the guys decided to spring into action. But, before they could Gerard had something to say, he made it known with two clicks of his tongue.

“Ah ah ahhhh.” He began walking back and forth. “You wouldn’t want anything to happen to little miss Y/N would you?” Your name dripped off his tongue like sweet acid.

The moment he finished his sentence four men made their way into the bunker. They all looked normal up until the point where they showed their teeth. They had rows and rows of teeth and looked as if they could barely contain themselves. The circle around you grew tighter as the mist was now chest height. Isaac was barely keeping his composure, his stance shrunk and his breathing was slowing. Derek looked perfectly fine, but you could tell something was going wrong. He’d had a bead of sweat dripping from his brow and if you looked close enough he was shaking. Chris seemed oblivious to the mist.

“Wendigos…” The younger Argent spoke. Wendigos? You looked back to the men on Gerard’s side and gave them another once-over​. In all the supernatural fiction you’ve read the term wendigo didn’t come up too often. But, it was one you knew. They matched every description with ease. The dead; almost glowing eyes white, extra rows of teeth. Oh, and let’s not forget the constant hunger for human flesh.

“I see you haven’t completely forgotten who you are, son” Gerard spoke. “Yes.. they’re wendigos…And they’re very hungry.” The grin he gave showed his blackening teeth.

“From where I stand, you’re the one who’s forgotten.” Chris grunted and took the first move by shooting one of the men -wendigos- right between the eyes.

Chaos broke once that happened. Derek gave one last look at you and leapt into action, Chris began shooting and Isaac stood close to you, moving away from the vents. Clearly the mist was affecting everyone, well Derek and Isaac at least. Who were the only two with that had gone through a physical change… Besides the Wendigos. You decided to cover the vents. You kept your eyes on Derek as he fought with ease. Two versus one wasn’t a fair fight but, Derek knew what he was doing. Everytime a hand was raised he would duck and Dodge with ease. You felt like cheering when you saw his own claws grip one of the wendigos chest and reach in to pull out a heart. Isaac did it for you.

Katrina’s and Gerard’s heads snapped in your direction at the cheers. You continued your task of covering the vents quickly as Isaac handed you the blankets and towels. A low whistle sounded and the two remaining creatures began dodging their attackers and making their way towards you. Derek noticed and growled loudly, leaping in the air, to quickly slice one of their heads clean off. Chris shot at the one coming towards you and Isaac but it did no damage. He took another shot, this one landed near his heart and it slowed him down. You took a chance and threw a knife at him from around a crouching Isaac and missed. You could hear the laughter from Katrina on the other side of the room. Chris shot the attacker in the same area and Isaac ran at it to finish the job, his heart was ripped out in mere seconds and Derek was by your side soon after.

“That’s the best you can do?” Derek spoke for the first time throughout the ordeal. “A little bit of wolvesbane and the lowest of the low when it comes to supernaturals?” You looked at Derek with wide eyes. Gerard smirked but began backing away, Katrina was by his side.

“Judging by those unhealed wounds and the look on her face… We’ve done enough damage.” He laughed and stood at the door.

“He probably won’t live to see tomorrow anyway” Katrina’s eyes were on Derek. “Shame.” She bit her lip and you took up one of Derek’s growls. You threw your last knife at her and were satisfied with her bleeding cheek after the knife grazed it. Gerard had to tug her away just then.

Derek wouldn’t live until tomorrow? You turned your attention to the love of your life as he stood tall, fierce and out of breath. Hed had bite marks and scratches along his entire torso. There was a sickly yellow looking gas seeping out of each wound as well as  the mountain ash littering the bites. Derek said your name but it was hallow, almost silent as he slumped onto you. You caught him and held him as best as you could. He was almost two hundred and fifty pounds of pure muscle. Chris cursed lowly and went to his bag, directing you to lean him against the wall and hold him up. Chris let Isaac put some type of salve on his wounds as he began making phone calls. /End of Flashback/

You looked at Derek through the rearview mirror. His head was nearly in his lap and he was breathing heavily. Isaac had been in charge of making sure Derek didn’t fall asleep and apparently backseat driving as well. Chris had been making phone calls since the fight was over. He’d called in a ‘cleanup crew’ to take care of the bodies in the bunker and now he was calling someone named Melissa and a sheriff?

“I need one of you to get me a helicopter…” He waited for a response “tell them it’s a high value fugitive or a kid with a rare disease.” His voice lowered “look, if we don’t get him to Deaton soon, he won’t make it.” You almost slammed the breaks when you heard that. Instead, you turned your head to glance at Derek quickly.

“How you feeling back there, baby?” You asked Derek in as confident a voice you could muster. Stay strong. You told yourself.

“I’ll be fine.” He gave you a small smile from his hunched position.

“Yes you will.” You smiled back, holding back the tears in your eyes.

“These look a lot better when you do it” he let out a weak laugh when he pointed to his wounds. Your cheeks grew hot at that revelation. Pervert.

“Yeah, I think that’s just the hallucinagenic gas talkin’” you said with a smile. Chris stopped his sentence midway and Isaac groaned.

“Hallucinagenic gas?” Chris questioned, ignoring his call.

“Yeah, the stuff that was coming through the vents? Making Derek and Isaac look all scary and those other guys look like they had hundreds of teeth.” You told them as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“I hate to break it to you dollface-” Isaac began.

“I’ll tell her” Derek interrupted.

“I’ll get as close to Beacon Hills as I can in an hour” Chris nearly yelled, victoriously. “We have to get to a helipad.” He said once he hung up the phone. “Isaac, call Scott”

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A/N: Bum bum bum… The Denial!!! I hope you all enjoyed. Thank you for the wait!!

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Please! Your killing me! I need protector part 5 today

I'm writing I'm writing!!

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Please please please protector part 5 soooooon!

I will!!