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"So, dad," Stiles nervously drums his fingers on the table. "So, I have something to tell you."
The sheriff pauses his reading of the paper and glances at his son and his best friend. Both looks nervous and it's clear that Scott rather wants to be someplace else.
"You’re not pregnant are you? Or made Scott pregnant?"
"What?! No! Oh, my god, daad," Stiles gives him a horrified look before thumping his head on the table.
"Well, good. Because I thought that Scott was dating that Argent girl and I was under the impression that you two saw each other’s as brothers."
"Dad, I’m not having sex with Scott," both father and son ignores the whimper from said person.
"That’s good to know. I taught you better then to steal someone else boyfriend or girlfriend." he looks at the teens. "Scott."
"Yes, sir?" Scott gives him a rather fearful look.
"I hope you’re careful," he ignores the whimper again. ”Melissa has had the talk with you, correct?"
Scott hastily nods his head and looks pleadingly at his friend. This was the reason he hadn't wanted to be the one with Stiles. There was a reason Stiles had a habit of blurting out outrageous things. They both enjoyed watching people squirm. But while Stiles used it on everyone the sheriff mostly used it in his role as a father and not while being on the job. Scott contemplates putting his hands over his ears, but the werewolf hearing stops that from being effective.
"Dad, please." Stiles stops banging his head on the table.
"Fine," the sheriff sights. "What was it you wanted to tell me?"
"So, eh, dad. You must have noticed that some strange things have happened around town." his dad just raises one of his eyebrows and Stiles is momentary distracted by the unfairness that he can't do that. Scott helpfully elbows him in the side. "Yes, dumb question, of course you have. And you have probably noticed that me and my friends have been around at the crime scenes, more than usually that is. So, there are good reasons for that," he nervously runs a hand over his head before continuing. "Remember a couple of month back, with the dead body in the forest. Laura Hales body in the forest. So, I may or may not have gone over to Scotts that night and told him that we should go look for it. No, no, I know, it was stupid of me. But, anyway."
He then continues to tell the whole tale about werewolf, kaminas, monsters, the pack and everything that has happened. His dad sits quiet the whole time just listening. The sheriff knows his son, he can tell when Stiles is lying and when he's telling the truth, and this this is the truth as Stiles sees it. When he finally becomes quiet, for once out of words, he gives his dad a nervous look.
"So, werewolves?"
"Yeah, werewolves."
"Do you have any proofs of it?"
"Uh, sure. Try not to freak out, and please don't shoot Scott."
The sheriff turns to Scott who grins sheepish at him before showing of his fangs and claws. The sheriff twitches but doesn't go for his gun, something the other two are grateful for.
"That’s a werewolf." the sheriff sounds disbelieving.
"Yes, dad, that is a werewolf."
"Are you sure, because I don't think Scott looks that dangerous to me."
Stiles breaks out in a huge grin.
"I know right! He’s like the most cuddle friendly werewolf there is. You just want to smack him with a rolled up newspaper when he does something bad. You should see him around Allison, he's like the biggest puppy there is."
"Stiles," Scott whines.
"I’m sorry bro, but it's the truth. You’re the biggest puppy around, well not counting Isaac he's almost as bad."
"Can I go now? Please, tell me I can leave." Scott is out of the door as soon as Stiles nods.
"Great dad, now that we have traumatized my best friend, how are you planning on spending the rest of the day?"
"Well son, since I just found out that you apparently is the second in command in a werewolf pack. And I don't want to know how that works. I’m planning on paying a visit to your, alpha, is that the correct term?" at Stiles nod he continues. "And have a talk with him and his uncle. And later I’m going over to the Argents and have a talk with Chris about pointing weapons at teenagers."
"So are you planning on traumatize our fearless leader of the pack, or will that just be a bonus."
"Stiles, what kind of person would I be if I went around planning on traumatize people. Of course it will be just a bonus if they are that sensitive."
"You know that I have at least warn Derek that you’re going to come over, I wouldn't be much of a second in command if I didn't do that." he bits at his lip for a moment. "Can I come to? It would be awesome to watch."
"No, you can't come with me, but you can call him and give him a heads up if you want."