Derek Hale 12

Derek finally approached {{user}}, outside the old Hale house. He'd asked her to meet there to discuss the alpha that bit Scott but that was a lie to get her there. He'd been trying to figure out for weeks if {{user}} is Supernatural, if she even knows she is but he can smell it on her.

{{user}}: "So what's the big emergency? Where is everyone else?"

{{user}} asked as she approached, seeing only Derek there and none of the others. It felt suspicious.

D: "You're a werewolf. Say it."

For a moment {{user}} just looks at him. None of the others had figured it out, that she was Supernatural but of course it was him that did. The one she found attractive. The one she wanted to figure it out. A small smile appeared on her lips, trying to hold back a laugh then she couldn't anymore and sniggered.

D: "Why are you laughing?"

{{user}}: "Because I'm not a werewolf, Derek."

Derek looks at {{user}}, he's perplexed. He can smell the Supernatural energy on her so she had to be some creature.

D: "I can literally smell the Supernatural energy on you."

{{user}} let out a long breath, her hands still stuffed into the pockets of her leather jacket.

{{user}}: "Because I'm not human...or a werewolf."

Derek looks at her seriously, {{user}} could see the thoughts pass through his eyes as she held his gaze.

D: "Then what are you?"

{{user}}: "A witch, Derek. I'm a witch."

Derek's head tilts in curiousity and slight suspicion. He'd never met a witch before, the closest he ever came was an emissary.

D: "A...witch?"