John sighs and rubs his hand over his forehead. “Okay, while I’d prefer that my son and his boyfriend weren’t caught by my deputies in a compromising position in the jeep, it’s not the end of the world.”
Stiles opens his mouth.
“No,” John cautions. “There is nothing you can say to dig yourself out of this one.” He shakes his head wearily. “God knows you’re not the first couple to be caught screwing in that jeep.”
Around them in the bullpen, there is suddenly dead silence.
“Not the first couple caught screwing in any generic type of vehicle, you mean,” Stiles says in hopeful denial. “Dad? Dad? Isn’t that what you mean?”
John winces. “Well, Claudia did say the jeep was sexy…”
“Oh god.” Stiles swallows. “My jeep?”
“It was your mom’s jeep first,” John says, and raises his eyebrows. “Although, if memory serves, you were conceived in it.”
John’s never seen Derek Hale laugh before, but he only gets a few moments to appreciate it before Stiles, flailing with indignation, drags Derek away demanding they go and buy bleach and scrubbing brushes immediately.
“You’re an evil man, Sheriff,” Deputy Parrish says approvingly.
“I know.” John says, and decides to treat himself to a bacon burger for dinner tonight. He’s earned it.
This is so good!!!
I’m imagining his reaction to look something like this…
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