Demon Hunter

Epilogue Part 2

A Year After Brant's Birth

Castiel glared at me. He wiped blue paint from his cheek, it only smeared. "Come at me with a paint brush Cass and I swear I will drown you in your sleep. And don't even try to say you would wake up because you wouldn't. You sleep like a two ton brick." I looked up at him and pushed hair away from my face with my wrist. Brant had flicked paint at him and I had taken the fall, against my will. He was sitting in my lap, painting a lower section of the wall. He wasn't very good at it, he only painted one spot. But when he looked up at me looking for approval, I gave it to him.

"You are evil." Cass murmured and turned back to his wall. We were turning the room closest to ours into Brant's. He'd been in ours since he was born, Cass felt safer with Brant's crib within spitting distance. I'd wanted to move. The house was huge, with only five people living in it now. Liam had announced he was moving out and Drew had announced he was moving in. I'd forced Gabe to continue living with us until he turned 18. He'd fallen madly for Tapora, and her lifestyle. She lived in the tundra's of Alaska. Too far away from civilization to be involved with it. I didn't understand it, considering how much Gabe loved to hunt. But when we talked about it, it wasn't the hunt that he loved. It was hunting with Henry and I. It seemed to be the only family activity we had together. So of course I made the entire O'Harrin clan do a long series of family events, just the three of us. It angered all of our mate's, but I think that's the part we enjoyed the most. Both of my brothers had grown up, and away. We all had different lives. Different circumstances. Henry was a Lycan. Gabe and I were mated to one. It was crazy. They were my family, and always would be. I'd go to hell in back for them, I'd proved that. I was scared of losing them, but after that I knew we'd be ok. Gabe still wasn't allowed to go, which pissed him off but I didn't care much.

Henry lived with Lana, his mate. At first I was angry that he had just walked out of the hospital room and bam, there was his mate. He didn't have to put any effort into it. But then I remembered he was my brother, and a lazy one, so it was for the best.

"We need to talk about the door Cass." I said, returning to my work. I wasn't doing a much better job than Brant. I only painted what I could reach from my seat. It was safe to say that Cass was doing all of the work. "What about it?" He responded, faking indifference. I rolled my eyes and turned around to glare at him. "You know damn well that the door's gotta be moved." He started to hum. I stuck my paint brush in the can of blue paint beside me and flung a considerable amount at him. It hit the side of his white shirt and he looked down in shock. "Damn it Rora!" He growled. Brant imitated him and I looked down at him. "Hey, no wolfing out on mommy until you're at least 16." I kissed the top of his head and he looked at me with his blue eyes that matched Castiel's. He was the cutest kid I had ever seen, but then again he was my kid. I'd love him no matter what.

"He won't shift until then. Won't be matured enough for a mate until he's 18." Cass mumbled, trying to scrape paint off of his shirt. "I know. Now the door Cass." I insisted. Cass sighed and looked at me. "What do you want me to do?" He slapped his hands against his sides. "Move it! As I have been saying for the past week!" I threw my paint brush at him and he dodged it. Brant threw his too, but it didn't make it nearly as far. "Choosing sides, my boy?" Cass grinned at Brant and he returned it. "Cass." I grumbled.

"Trebuie să fii așa de persistentă? Știu iubire." I'd picked up on some Romanian after being with him for so long. I got the general idea of what he was saying. "Yes, obviously. Now either the door moves or we're turning that office you love so much into a little boy's room." Cass huffed, pouting. "Mina..." He started and I shook my head. I had long since learned his tactics. He tried to distract me with anything, including sexual advances. "Child present. Back off."

"I'll move it before Brant switches rooms. Are you satisfied?" He turned back to his wall and painted angrily. I smirked with victory. "Yes, actually." He rolled his eyes at me. "You're being a brat Cass." I sighed, our personalities conflicted, often. He was strong willed, as was I. We both wanted to get our way. Of course it was a lot easier for me to get Cass to submit than it was for him to get me to do it. But on rare occasions his adorable pouty faces got to me.