Stiles didn't really remember what had brought him out into the woods with a bottle in hand and a mission to accomplish but he wasn't bothered. He was more interested in why he was waking up mid nuzzle into the wall of muscle that was Derek Hale.

"Where are we?" he muttered sleepily, lifting his head to look around, frowning. The last thing he remembered was the rumbling motion of a car but this didn't look like a car. This was a very familiar place and he made a sound of recognition.

"Ohhhhh home, I see. You brought me home."

He yawned, hand reaching out to paw at Derek's shoulder blindly. "Why am I home?"