[This is...not at all what he was expecting. He's not sure what to think, but he doesn't pull away when Dean hugs him tight. He has a horrible feeling that Dean hasn't realized what's going on. That Stiles isn't really his brother. That none of what happened had been real even if it felt real and still does.
He holds his breath, and lifts his hand to Dean's shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze mostly because he doesn't know what else to do here. He's not used to being hugged by people who aren't Scott or Lydia or his dad, but this has echoes of hugging his dad when things have been bad, when one of them thought the other was in trouble (because one of them had probably been in trouble even if they didn't realize it), or if one of them had almost died.]
It's okay. We're okay, Dean.
[His voice is quiet, but firm. Reassuring.
They are not okay, but they are both alive, and he has a feeling that when Dean realizes that he's not going to be this relieved.]
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He holds his breath, and lifts his hand to Dean's shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze mostly because he doesn't know what else to do here. He's not used to being hugged by people who aren't Scott or Lydia or his dad, but this has echoes of hugging his dad when things have been bad, when one of them thought the other was in trouble (because one of them had probably been in trouble even if they didn't realize it), or if one of them had almost died.]
It's okay. We're okay, Dean.
[His voice is quiet, but firm. Reassuring.
They are not okay, but they are both alive, and he has a feeling that when Dean realizes that he's not going to be this relieved.]