Derek unlocks what will be Dean and Castiel's suite and lets them all enter before he closes the door behind him. He hands the key over wordlessly to Dean and heads for the sitting area, shoulders a bit tense as Stiles takes off his satchel and sets it on the table before sitting down. There's a slight tension in the air, even after he and Dean came to what he hopes is an understanding. He meant no disrespect, and he hopes that he conveyed that well enough.

"I told them to bring up some food," Derek says as starts digging through Stiles' satchel to find the small bottle of whiskey they'd discovered when paying for the rooms. "I hope steaks are okay. I figured everyone was hungry."

He rustles up some glasses and sets out four of them, even though the whiskey will do nothing for him. God, he wishes it would. He pours out four glasses and leaves two on the coffee table for Dean and Castiel, and turns to give one to Stiles before slumping into the chair next to him. He lifts his glass to Dean, nodding a bit before taking a sip. "So, time travel. Is this Darrow's idea of a good time?"