Re: Bathrooms. Stiles/Dean
Stiles held onto Derek like he was never going to let the guy go. He hugged him hard, sobering pretty quickly, as his mind kept repeating that this was Dean, his Dean.
"Why the hell are you here?" Stiles asked pulling back, but only slightly, with his arms around Dean. His eyes were brighter and more focused. "And it was three to one. It would have been stupid to fight."