Peter could tell Derek was in no mood to negotiate. Everything about his body language was warning the witch not to come any closer. Dean wasn’t much better. But Peter could tell that this woman wanted to be entertained. This wasn’t about brute force or intimidation tactics. This was about fun.
“Okay, so we’re not feeling quite up for negotiations either are we?” The woman spoke up when they all stayed silent for a second time. “I totally get it. So what do you all want to talk about?” She waited patiently for a response, and then an elongated smirk appeared on her face. “Ah, we talking boys instead? I like mine honey-eyed and breakable.” The sound of her laughter reverberated off the cave walls in a poisonous echo.
Derek crouched low as he growled, as if he was about to pounce. Peter moved to grab him by the shoulder, a soft shake of his head to encourage Derek to calm down. All the while, the woman watched amusedly.
“Hilarious.” Peter spoke up, moving to stand directly in front of her. A nonverbal signal that he was planning on taking the lead in this conversation. Dean and Derek made no objection. “What are you here to negotiate?”
The woman looked Peter up and down, her smirk turning hungry.
“Our truce, of course.” Peter heard Derek scoff, Idiot! Play the game. Peter looked towards Derek and tried to make his eyes portray his inner thoughts.
“Look. I can tell you’re dying to talk about yourself.” Peter drew back the witch’s attention, “So the floor is yours.” The woman beamed at Peter before placing a hand on his cheek.
“Well at least someone knows how to treat a lady.” She slapped her hand against his face a few times before turning back to Derek.
“Well you can say whatever the hell you like, but it’s not happening. Did you really think we’d ever give you permission to kill innocent people on our land?” Peter could hear the finality in Derek’s words. He was sure the witch could feel it too – Derek would not be swayed.
“Of course not. In fact, I’d expected quite the opposite. I’d already sent a few of my boys to the house to gather some… incentive.” The woman dragged a finger under Derek’s chin seductively, her eyes shining. Peter felt a shiver snake down his spine, Stiles.
“Of course… the incentive had gone ahead and invoked a rather powerful protection spell on the house.” The woman’s tone was a mixture of irritated and impressed, and Peter thought that perfectly summed up most people’s reactions to Stiles in general.
Read my completed fanfic: The Thrilling and Dramatic Saga of Stiles' Love Life (also people are being eaten by monsters). Magic Stiles, Jealousy, and Sam and Dean from Supernatural thrown in as well. What’s not to like?
