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

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.]

Scott gets me.

[Squeezing Scott's hand emphatically, he grins one of their Secret Grins at him, then returns his attention back to the front, keeping an eye out for the strawberry blonde curls he could probably pick out of an airplane.]

I'm on my werewolf training wheels.

[ He returns the eyeroll to his eldest son, setting his hand at the back of his neck and giving a little squeeze. It's not enough to be a scruff, but more of a reassuring gesture to back up Stiles' joke. They'll teach him, all right.

It'll just take a while. ]

Don't worry, you'll figure it out eventually.

We hope so, anyway. If not you'll probably never be more than a gamma.

[And that was so not what they were going for, alright. At the gesture he straightens up a little, though, pouting just a little at his father.]

He won't be a gamma. Stiles is the smartest! He'll get there.

[Where exactly, he wasn't saying.]

[Allison is sitting on the hill with Lydia when she hears a familiar group of voices coming up the hill. She nearly drops her bow out of excitement and scrambles up into a standing position, her braid swinging over her shoulder as she hurries out a few feet and shyly waves at Scott, all dimples and smiles.]

Scott! Isaac!

[Before Stiles has much time to ponder whatever Scott and Isaac were suggesting, he gets distracted. And of course he gets distracted, who wouldn't get distracted, when Lydia Martin's waiting for you near the top of the hill, holding hands with Allison Argent, seven years old and dressed as Katniss from the Hunger Games. Lydia herself is in a slinky dress--the picture of a Bond Girl, red lips, a killer smile, and armed more or less with the feminist bible memorized. She's not as visibly enthusiastic as Allison, but she purses her lips as the group approaches, eyeing Stiles and Derek's arm before releasing Allison's hand to let her hurry to see Scott.

Hope you can feel her judging you, boys.]

[ Next to the femme fatale and her braided companion are two of the slickest gentlemen you'll ever see, although one is much shorter and far more adorable than the other. Danny grins wide when they catch sight of the Hales and their plus one, all dimples as he stops fiddling with the tie that's tucked under his sweater vest. His hair is ruffled, sort of an organized chaos, but perched on top of his head for the moment is a pair of fake glasses.

He nearly knocks them off waving to Isaac and Scott. ]

Hi guys!

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