AN: Haven't really written anything in a while, but I had too many feels to keep in so... This story is mostly going to be pack feels, but there might eventually be some smut, so the rating might change to M. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf or any of the characters associated with it. If I did there would be puppy piles every day.

Stiles lay still in his bed, nothing moving accept the rise and fall of his stomach and the flickers of movement under his eyelids as he dreamed. To a casual onlooker, it might appear as if he was having a good dream, as whimpers and moans filled the air and the sheets dampened by sweat. It could've been mistaken for a good dream, until his eyes snapped open and his screams filled the air. Stiles moved his arms in front of his body, as if to protect himself from an invisible attacker. The door burst open and his dad ran in, pausing to take in the sight before him, dressed only in boxers and a t-shirt, his service pistol in hand. Realizing that there was no one else in the room, he quickly laid down his weapon and sat behind his son, grabbing his wrists and pulling him against his body. Stiles' screams died out, and soon he was sobbing openly into his father's shoulder.

"It's okay, Stiles, it's okay. Just a dream, that's all," John whispered, releasing his wrists and hugging him.

There was a clattering sound outside, and Stiles flinched, a yelp ringing out in the room. A curly head poked into view from the only window in his room, which was on the second floor. Isaac pulled open the window with clawed hands, swinging himself up and into the room.

"What's wrong?" Isaac asked, "I heard screaming."

Stiles whipped his eyes on a corner of his shirt and pulled away from his father.

"Nothing, just a dream," Stiles said.

Isaac glanced at Mr. Stilinski, "Sir, you can go back to bed. I'll stay here for the night."

Mr. Stilinski nodded, pushing himself up off the bed and walked out, giving his son a 'we'll talk about this later look as he closed the door. Isaac sat down on the bed next to Stiles, neither of them looking at the other.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Isaac asked softly.

"What do you think?" Stiles snapped angrily, "What were you even doing near my house?"

Isaac flinched at the harsh tone, "I was just taking a walk when I heard you. I thought you were in trouble so I-"

"Scaled my house and came in the window? You need to stop doing that. This is my room you can't just come in here whenever you want."

"I-I thought someone was hurting you. I wasn't trying to invade your space, I just thought you needed help!"

Stiles sighed, "I know. I'm sorry, I just...I keep having these dreams. Nightmares. I wake up from one and I'm in another, a dream within a dream. I literally have to scream myself awake."

Isaac sat silently, listening to the admission.

"Have you ever heard of sleep paralysis? When you sleep your brain basically disconnects itself from the body. You can't move when you dream. That way when you run in a dream you don't actually start running in your bed. But sometimes when you startle awake your body is still paralyzed, and all you know is that you can't control your own body. It's terrifying," Stiles ran a hand through his hair.

"I'm sorry. I used to have nightmare all the time. Staying with Scott has helped, a lot. Talking through helps a little, but I guess that depends on the person. Regardless, I'm staying here tonight. I'll make sure you're okay so your dad can get some sleep," Isaac said, sitting down in the desk chair.

"Thanks. Are you sure you'll be comfortable?"

He shrugged, "I don't mind. You're pack, we're supposed to look out for each other."

Stiles smiled weakly, laying back down on his bed, forgoing his blankets and instead curling up on his side to look at Isaac.

"Do you think this has anything to do with...what you did that night?" Isaac asked softly, afraid that Stiles would be angry at the inquiry.

"I guess it could but I don't see how."

"The other day, Allison almost killed Lydia."

"What?" Stiles exclaimed, lurching himself into a sitting position.

"She shot an arrow at her head. If I hadn't been there to catch it Lydia would be dead. Allison said that she thought it was Kate."

"Her dead aunt?" Stiles' brow furrowed, "Maybe it did fuck us up."

" did die. You all...almost," Isaac dipped his head, shielding his eyes with his hair.

Stiles sat on the edge of his bed, "You okay man?"

"Yeah, sorry. I just, well, all the people I care about almost died. You're all I've had since my father died. I know I don't mean as much to you all, but to me you're everything."

Stiles sighed, "For the record Isaac, you do mean a lot to me. To all of us. Even though I am human, I still feel our pack bonds. Even with Peter, which surprises the hell outa me cause he's creepy as fuck. And he still won't admit that he has a lair."

Isaac laughed, "Peter is surprisingly sane these days. And Allison still feels like pack even though her family tried to kill all of us."

"Peter and Chris are actually getting along. They went out for coffee last week and it didn't look awkward at all."

"How do you know?" Stiles raised his eyebrows at him.

Isaac rubbed the back of his neck shyly, "I might've uh…spied on them when I saw what was happening."

Stiles laughed, "Man I wish I could've been there. Could you hear what they were talking about?"

Isaac leaned forward slightly, as if he was about to share a big secret, "That's the weird part. They were talking about completely normal-"

"What?" Stiles asked when Isaac broke off.

Isaac held up a finger, "I hear something."

Stiles held his breath, staring into Isaac's now gold eyes.

"Oh," Isaac's shoulders relaxed, "It's Scott, he's coming up."

Stiles groaned and laid back on his bed, "I need to put bells on all of you."

Isaac smirked and wiggled his eyebrows, "Kinky."

"Oh my god shut up!" Stiles threw a pillow at him, which Isaac caught easily and threw back, catching Stiles in the face.

"Oh it's on now doggy!" Stiles exclaimed, tossing the pillow back at him.

An all out battle broke out and pillows flying through the air nonstop, Stiles rising to stand on his bed and Isaac remaining in the chair but laughing. A pillow caught Stiles in the legs and he fell against the wall. Isaac threw his head back and howled with laughter, and Stiles, taking advantage of this, threw a pillow at his face and while it blocked Isaac's eyes, Stiles jumped from the bed and wrestled him to the ground. Isaac reacted quickly, shifting slightly so that he could flip the slimmer boy over. Straddling his hips, Isaac pinned both his wrists to the ground, his golden eyes shining like beacons in the dim light of the room.

Isaac leaned his face down and murmured in his ear, "I win."

Stiles gulped, his mouth falling open slightly.

"Hey guys-what the hell?" This was the scene Scott walked in on.

Stiles' shirt was rucked up, both of them breathing hard, Isaac on top of Stiles, and their faces close together. Isaac practically flew off of Stiles, almost tripping on the bed in his haste.

"We were just uh…" Isaac stammered.

"No, no it's fine I mean…I care…wait no I don't care that your…you know but you didn't tell me and I think I'm just going to go now," Scott rambled, a slightly traumatized expression on his face.

Stiles sat up, "We were just pillow fighting. Oh god now we sound like girls."

Scott shook his head, "No, no, it's okay, I'm fine with it. You don't have to-"

"Scott," the werewolf's head whipped up at the serious tone, "Listen to my heartbeat. I'm not lying to you. Isaac and I were throwing pillows at each other, things got slightly rough, but we are not dating and we weren't doing anything."

Scott's shoulders relaxed at the steady beat of Stiles' heart.

"Okay, okay, I got it now. But what are you doing here in the first place?"

"I was taking a walk and heard Stiles screaming so I came up. He had a nightmare and I know his dad has to work in the morning so I thought I'd stay and make sure he'd be okay," Isaac explained, sitting back on the bed now that the temporary crises had been averted.

"You didn't tell me you were having nightmares," Scott frowned at his friend.

"Well it's not exactly a great conversation starter. I figured I was just stressed at first but now…I don't know. It might have something to do with us dying."

"We should talk to Deaton," Scott said.

"Fine. But not now, I'm tired. You staying?" Stiles asked, crawling onto the bed behind Isaac.

"Yeah, since Isaac is. Mom's at work so," Scott said, moving to open Stiles' closet to pull out the sleeping bag, blanket, and extra pillows he knew were in there.

Isaac pulled his legs up off the floor to make room for Scott to spread out the sleeping bag, moving back to lean against the headboard.

Stiles raised his head so he could see Scott, "You guys don't have to stay here you know. I'll be okay. You should sleep in your beds."

Both werewolves heard the fault in the steady beat of Stiles' heart.

"Nah, we're already here. Besides, this sleeping back is ridiculously comfy," Scott shrugged.

"Okay, if you sure you're good," Stiles said, laying his head down on what he thought was his pillow but what was actually Isaac's thigh, "Wow you werewolves are hot," he said, almost nuzzling into the warm, jean clad leg.

Isaac smirked, "Thanks."

Stiles rolled his eyes and flicked him on the nose, "You know that's not what I meant."

"Uh, guys?" Scott interrupted, sitting on the floor, "It's getting weird again."

"Hm? Oh," Stiles rolled over onto his real pillow and frowned at the coolness of it.

Isaac shifted out of the bed and plopped down next to Scott, reaching over him to grab the other pillow. Scott jumped up to get the lights, and soon the darkened room was filled with the noises of moving blankets and grunting werewolves as the two got situated under the large comforter. Stiles' peered over the edge of the bed, directly over Isaac's own face.

"Could you be any louder? Trying to sleep here," he grumbled.

"Sorry," Scott whispered, "Goodnight."

Stiles snuggled back into his pillow, his eyes falling shut. Isaac and Scott curled up in the blanket, their backs to one another. Silence overtook the room, and soon the only noise in it was Stiles' soft snores.

AN: I hope you enjoyed my attempt at writing again! :) I'll try and get another chapter up soon, if there's any interest. Btw I don't acknowledge Erica or Boyd being "dead."