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We couldn't get through to Dean, but honestly we all knew that was a long shot. I doubted that Cain would be living in the land of bountiful cell service. So, we opted for plan B. We called Cas and he vowed to do what he could go a message to them and see how their progress was. At this point, a lot was riding on Sam and Dean, but from everything I've heard about them… it seems to always end up that way. Maybe that's why we all fit so well together. The world can only try to end so many times, without everyone else catching on. I'm just glad that for once, we have other people on our side. Despite the horrible odds and who we have to go up against, there is comfort in knowing that we have friends – allies.

"You need to sleep, Bonnie. There's literally nothing else you can do, right now. We've reached out to everyone we could and protected this place and ourselves as best we can. Now, we wait." Lydia told me. I twisted my lips into a grimace. I know that she's right – I just can't relax myself enough to sleep…

"That's easier said, than done." I sighed. Stiles rubbed the back of my neck and I leaned into his touch. I saw a look of dawning flash across Lydia's face.

"Why don't the two of you go upstairs and relax? The rest of us can play video games down here or watch movies or something else, loud. Do whatever you need to do, to take the edge off. We need both of you on your A game." Lydia suggested. Before I could completely register what she said, Stiles had helped me to my feet and was whisking me away upstairs. "I won't let anyone bother you." She added, as we were almost to my bedroom.

"Did that really happen?" I asked him. He gave me a sheepish grin and nodded. Suddenly, I felt five degrees hotter. We were finally alone and were promised no interruptions. We haven't had this, since we've met. Stiles closed and locked the door, then my lips were on his. He happily reciprocated. I murmured a spell to keep our power-surge side effects to a minimum. The last thing I want is for Peter to show up outside our door.

Our lips fused together and I groaned against him. Our clothes were coming off as fast as we could get enough. I felt like I couldn't get close enough to him. Stiles picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He nibbled his way down my neck and down my jaw. I groaned and ground myself against him. We were moving fast and I knew that we should slow things down at least a little bit, but it was easier said than done. I knew that I wasn't ready to go all the way with Stiles. I don't want our first time to be like this. I don't want it to be rushed.

"Let me touch you." I murmured. "I'm not ready for sex, but we can do this much." I purred. Stiles moaned at my words. He pulled back just enough to look at me. He pulled my face to his and he kissed me. I felt it in my bones. He was turning me on in ways I didn't think were possible.

Stiles put me down and broke the kiss. I turned him around and gently pushed him back onto the bed. He leaned down at attached my lips to his, before kissing my way down his body. I couldn't ignore how much the thought of giving him pleasure turned me on. I let my tongue travel down his happy trail. He shuddered under my touch. I kissed his thighs and then wrapped my lips around his length.

"Fuck," he cried out. I massaged him with my hands, as I worked him with my mouth. "Gotdamn, Bonnie, I'm not going to last." He groaned. I sucked harder and swirled my tongue around his tip. He came with a grunt and filled my mouth. I swallowed, as I cleaned him. "Come here." He breathed in a husky voice. I stopped my ministrations and did as he asked.

He helped me to my feet and pulled me on top of him. I straddled him and his fingers slipped inside of me. I gasped and dug my fingers into his shoulders. His eyes were dark with lust. He moved me onto my back and nibbled his way down my torso and in between my legs. He kissed the inside of my thighs, before slipping his tongue inside of me.

"Stiles," I hissed, trying not jerk my hips against his face. His grip on my hips tightened. He moved a finger inside of me, and moved his tongue to my clit. I swore under my breath and gripped the blankets underneath me. I couldn't control the sounds falling out of my mouth. He moved his tongue in a way that made me see stars. He bit down on me and I came with a scream.

Stiles slowed his movements down and let me ride out my high, before he kissed his way back up my body. I fused my lips to his and kissed him, lazily. Lydia was right. I feel so much more relaxed now.

"It scares me how often Lydia is right, sometimes. She basically told us to come up here and get frisky." Stiles admitted. I giggled at his admission. He's right, though.

"You're not wrong," I agreed. I enjoyed being cuddled up next to him. "We should shower soon. I'm surprised that we haven't been interrupted yet." I sighed. I knew that our alone time wouldn't last. It's few and far between.

"Sometimes, I think that they take bets to see who can interrupt us the most." He laughed. I smiled. I love his laugh. I think that I'm starting to love him. I don't know how we got here, but I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't thankful that we got here. "Where'd you go? What's on your mind?" He asked.

"Just that I'm thankful for you. And that I'm kinda falling for you." I admitted. Stiles beamed at me.

"I'm falling for you, too. Let's go shower, before they try to burn the house down, because they weren't under our supervision." He teased. I rolled my eyes, but let him carry me to the bathroom anyway. Our situation sucks, but they people we're stuck with don't. If nothing else, I'm thankful that we have each other.