Stiles and the Pack

"Stiles!" Derek attempted to wake Stiles from his nightmare.
He shook his body and realized nothing was working. Stiles came home around a month ago.
And home as in the old Hale family home, not the Stilinski house.
"Stiles. Wake up." Derek brushed his fingers through Stiles' hair and kissed his head.
Stiles slowly calmed down and opened his eyes.
Tears began gently streaming out of his eyes.
Derek reached his thumb up and wiped the tears away.
He could still hear Stiles' erratic heartbeat and kissed his temple.
"Wanna talk about it?"
"No." Stiles mumbled and hid his face in Derek's chest.
Derek ran his fingers through Stiles hair again and pulled the blanket up on Stiles.
Derek surely didn't need the covers, but he cared for Stiles enough to make sure he was comfortable.
He kissed Stiles head again and felt Stiles body begin to shake again.
He sensed that Stiles was feeling fear.
"Stiles. What's wrong?"
"I don't want to remember." His voice wavered.
"Don't want to remember what?" Derek asked, confused.
"The cellar." He said back quietly.
"Is that what the nightmare was about this time?"
He shook his head yes then moved as close to Derek as he could. Half of his body was on top of Derek's. Derek just held him protectively and tried to calm him.
"You're safe, Stiles. Nothing is gonna happen."
But Derek was wrong. Derek was very wrong.