Good... [Stiles probably should have eaten something with the amount of liquor he'd consumed...but he hadn't.] You've never been in my room before, have you?
Right... [Stiles mumbled, easy smile lighting up his face once they reached the top of the stairs. He pulled Sam closer, zigzagging his way down the hall into his room.]
Welcome to the Casa de Stiles! [Stiles slurred, smacking the wall with his hand until he found a lightswitch.]
Scott's in-disposable....he's like one of my limbs. [Stiles replied honestly, tugging at Sam's jacket as he laid the teen down in the bed.] You know the one person you can't live without? That's Scott...like your brother...
[Yeah, Stiles wasn't blind. It was pretty obvious in Dean's utterly raw desperation to find his brother when Sam had been kidnapped and he'd come to Stiles.]
Mmm, Scott's fairly attractive...but he's not my type... [Stiles snuggled into Sam's embrace, turning halfway to facing him.] ...But I'd never turn my back on him for you...so I hope you don't change your mind about killing the pack, 'cause that would suck...
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We'll talk in the morning, Stiles.
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I'm not going anywhere, Stiles.
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[Sam stayed close, only backing off a little as they reached the top of the stairs.]
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Welcome to the Casa de Stiles! [Stiles slurred, smacking the wall with his hand until he found a lightswitch.]
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Alright, let's get you into bed.
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Depends. Are you a handsy drunk?
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[Sam pulled back the covers on Stiles' bed, laying him down in it.]
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[Yeah, Stiles wasn't blind. It was pretty obvious in Dean's utterly raw desperation to find his brother when Sam had been kidnapped and he'd come to Stiles.]
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[Sam slipped into bed beside Stiles, wrapping himself around the teen from behind.]
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