Right Man for the Job (слэш)

“Stiles, let me be very clear here,” the Sheriff braced his forearms on the kitchen table and leaned toward his son. “This situation is dangerous. Something is going around eviscerating and eating humans who are associated with the supernatural. From what Peter tells me, two of the victims were magic users. The latest attack was just outside city limits. You match the victim profile, and this thing is way too close for comfort.”
Stiles hated the worry he could hear underneath the seriousness in his dad’s voice. “I’m not likely to be targeted. And even if I was, I can take care of myself. I don’t need a fucking babysitter.”