I AM STRAIGHT-UP PROTESTING DEREK JIZZING ON TRACTOR!SHERIFF. THAT IS TOO FAR, AND I OBJECT. However! I'm loving that maybe this is a Beauty & the Beast thing and once Stiles' curse is broken, EVERYONE'S curses are broken, because Stiles pissed off this fairy enough to get everyone he loved cursed. But they all know the rules of the curse, so as Derek & Stiles track them down, one by one, waking confused in barns, they ALL KNOW WHAT HAPPENED.
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oh, this is everyone’s line.  EVERYONE DRAWS A LINE AT A JIZZTRACTORSHERIFF.
Okay fine, so the cross country roadtrip isn’t a jizztrip, just a farmer and a former scarecrow in a minivan, crisscrossing the countryside to stop off at all the farms everyone had been scattered to. Â
It’s a jubilant reunion, filled with delighted shrieking and hugging and profusely thanking Derek without…really..mentioning..why.  Derek’s face is red the entire time, and he holds himself stiff, at the edges of the crowd.  He wonders what will happen when Stiles has collected everyone, when he no longer needs Derek around.
Except that Stiles keeps dragging him forward, yanking on his wrist, hipchecking him until Derek’s forced to interact, to speak with everyone.  The owners of the various farms stand bemused, staring at their former tractors and rakes and weathervanes.  Stiles takes the opportunity to introduce Derek to them, telling them about the crops Derek grows, the business he’s in.  Â
One of them, a werewolf himself, eyes Derek speculatively.  ”I’m gonna want to see your bulk pricing,” he says.  ”I know my alpha’s emissary is going to be very excited.”
"We’ll send over a copy tomorrow," Stiles promises.  "Stale’s Bales is here for anything you need."
"Stale’s Bales?" Derek asks, when they’ve wandered off.
"Stilinski-Hale," Stiles says, promptly.  "It’s a namesmush."  He pauses then, colors.  "Unless I’m overstepping.  I can—"
"No," Derek says.  "This is—this is good."
