potosi | and I know the call of my unborn sons colors all I've done.

I'm just making sure you're not getting in trouble.

[He chuckles a little, getting out of the car and kneeling down to take the boys up in a hug before looking at Derek and Stiles, raising a brow.]

Was I interrupting?

They're pretending to be on a date.

[Isaac gives a little smirk, cupping his hands around the Sheriff's ear.]

But I think they're pretending to pretend.

Just my famous trick or treating route! Delinquents not included, we've got a couple superheroes, a nearly headless lordling aaaand the most awesome direwolf to have ever direwolfed.

[This time when his jaw drops it's not mockingly. A flush turns high in his cheeks and he shoots Isaac a look, suddenly feeling the overwhelming want to sink into the ground. Kids say the darndest things. And in front of his dad, too. At least he'd only caught the first half of Isaac's sentence, lacking that necessary super hearing.]

And no, totally not, that'd be weird. Ned didn't even want to keep the direwolves. I could have gone for a much cooler couple's costume, instead.

Not at all, sheriff.

[ While Stiles might not hear what Isaac says, Derek does, and he slowly levels his mischievous son a disgruntled look. Kids say the darnedest things his ass, Isaac knows exactly what he's doing. Scott's at least mostly innocent, but sometimes...

Sometimes what he says winds up being worse than what Isaac could, just because of how earnest it can get.

Silently, he hopes that they don't say anything else mortifying to the sheriff, even as he realizes he should probably slip his arm out of Stiles'. ]

Ned was an idiot about that. [ Well, he was. ] I really don't want to know what you could've done instead.

Could have been Batman and Superman instead.

[Isaac giggles at his own suggestion, leaning against the Sheriff's shoulder and clutching the map, having received it from Scott again.]

[Snorting at Isaac's suggestion, Jona pats both boys on the shoulders.]

How many comics have you been reading, son? And I thought they were already on dates. My mistake.

[Ruffling the boys' hair, he gets to his feet.]

Heading for Ms. Martin's?

Yeah, we're gonna meet up with Allison and Danny!

[Leaning close to the Sheriff's legs, he puts his hands behind his back, trying to look innocent. Hey, it's not his fault Sheriff thought that saying daddy liked Stiles meant they were dating.]

Oh my God, Daaaaad. [Now it's Stiles' turn for the obnoxious whining but come on, the Sheriff has had twenty some odd years to embarrass his son. You think he'd learn not to do it eventually.

Groaning, he stuffs his other hand in his pocket, still not moving the other, incriminating arm, and rocks on his heels a little.]

Lydia's mom gets the full size candy bars, don't you remember? Since I was a kid. [And what a nightmare of a sugar high that had been.] So we're meeting up with them there.

Stiles keeps giving them issues.

[ Which, nice as it is for his sons, Derek thinks he should cut back on. His living room turns into a warzone when the boys decide to reinact canon scenes and create their own. Not that that didn't happen already, but cushions weren't used with such determination before then.

He sighs heavily with the dating comment, wanting to steer away from it. But he can't resist one last comment. ]

We haven't actually gone on any dates yet. [ If he can embarrass Stiles, it makes his night so much easier. ] And I'll make sure to return him to you without a sugar high, Sheriff.

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'Much as I appreciate that, I doubt you'll manage to.

[Patting the boys's shoulders, he grins down at them.]

You boys'll have to watch Stiles for me. And if I can watch the boys when you're actually on a date, you let me know.

[You can't slip anything past a father, alright.]

As long as you all aren't doing anything I wouldn't approve of, I'll let you all get back to trick-or-treating.

Of course we'll watch him. We always watch him when he comes over and dad leaves.

Yeah, we're great babysitters.

[Scott giggles, bouncing on his heels.]

Next time Sheriff has to come with us, though.

Y--hey! I haven't needed a babysitter since I was like six, thank you very much. [His sitter had been Scott's mother, long before Scott was born; Stiles had adored her. Luckily, the boys were a good distraction from Derek's little comment, but he'd definitely heard it, just didn't have time to properly react. Instead, he tucked it away quietly in the Things to Ask About Later corner of his mind, reaching his hands out towards the boys.]

We're well behaved, gimme back my charges.

[Except he really can't keep the grin from spreading on his face. Yet. Yet is an awesome word.]

Stiles, I feel like I'm babysitting you every time we're together.

[ Still, Derek extended his free hand out to mimic Stiles, beckoning his sons back towards them. They had a whole neighborhood to scope out, bags of candy to fill up. More awkward commentary to suffer through.

But with what was essentially the sheriff's blessing, it had a few thoughts running through his head. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. ]

I'll keep you updated. Happy Halloween, sir.

[Grinning as he leaned against Derek's leg, Isaac waves goodbye to the sheriff, looking up at his dad after.

That was pretty good, dad. That was almost a real asking him out on a date. Babysteps. He's proud of you.]

Bye, sheriff! Happy halloween!

Bye, Sheriff!

[Scott turns to Stiles's side, gently pulling his arm so that he has to wave with the paw of his hat. With a bit of a giggle he waves his own hand, bouncing on his heels again.]

Make sure to call me if you need anything.

[Reaching over, he ruffles the ears of his son's hat, and gives him a small grin.]

Don't give these boys and their father any trouble, alright?

[With that he gets back in his patrol car, reaches over to the passenger's seat, and tosses them a few glowsticks before starting the car.]

Stay safe, you four.

They're the ones who give me trouble. [Quirking a fond grin back at his dad, he waves with his paw, as Scott pushes him to do, then scrambles to catch the glowsticks.

Impress the murderpups with your dad's job, check. Secure an almost maybe sort of kind of date with the DILF from down the street, check. Get a ridiculous amount of candy and use your Adult Powers to not have a massive sugar crash like said adorable murderpups and maybe even stay around long enough for coffee or a beer afterwards?

In progress.

So it's not a ten year plan, but it's working better than anything else he's tried before. Grinning at his dad as he heads off, he clears his throat loudly towards Isaac, offering his pawhand to Scott.]

The map, Cannonball?

[ If Derek were privy to this checklist, he would amend the currently in progress portion of it. However, as he's not, he simply sets his hand on the top of Isaac's head as he leans against him. Looking down at him when he feels him look up, he huffs a quiet laugh and ruffles at his curls.

Thank you, son. He appreciates that. It makes things a lot easier.

As the attention is brought to their route again, he slides a look over towards Stiles and quirks an eyebrow. The run-in with the sheriff went better than he could've expected, since he made an (not entirely) unexpected ally in his Honorary Dad's father. ]

Stiles, I haven't changed the map since you last looked and we definitely aren't at Lydia's yet.

[Isaac rolls his eyes, giving Derek a look that says 'you're the one that likes him.']

Keep going that way.

[Scott can't resist giving a laugh at Isaac's response, but is at least kind enough to tug at Stiles's arm to lead him.]

Come on, they're waiting on us!

[Even Stiles snorts good naturedly, rolling his eyes and holding up his free hand. Isaac is almost as sarcastic as he is. It's probably why Stiles likes him so much. The tug brings him forward, including the arm that's still loosely wrapped around Derek's.]

Hey, 'm just saying, you're the keeper of the map and I'm the mere mortal. Uh. Direwolf.

[ Derek shrugs helplessly back at Isaac, with a look that pretty much translates to 'thank god he's pretty.' Slight roll of his head included, before he gets brought forward along with Stiles.

His arm tightens, briefly, before he falls in step again with him and he can loosen up without worrying about getting separated. ]

Wolves tend to have keen senses of direction, Stiles. They have to, if they're going to navigate their territories.

Exactly. So, we kind of have this down, Stiles. You've gotta keep up to be a good member of pack.

[He looks back up at Derek, makes eye contact, and rolls his eyes. Seriously, dad, he barely has that going for him. He needs to step up his game to be an alpha.]

We were almost there anyway! He's not that bad.

[Well, at least one wolf'll take it easy on Stiles. Usually.]

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