FAMILY TIES [STEREK and DESTIEL] [boyxboy]

• Chapter 2 •

Sadly, after the greetings and Stiles showing the brothers where they'd stay, the Sheriff had to leave for an emergency call. So that left Stiles on the sofa, talking to Dean and Sam alone.

It wasn't awkward or uncomfortable, it was just... They seemed like they were a little distracted.

"What's it like here?" Dean asked, popping open a beer and handing one to Sam, his eyes trained on his cousin.

"Its quiet, everybody knows each other so that's a little irritating I guess." Stiles explained, finishing his glass of coke.

Dean nodded but frowned. "Do the animals bother you? I was looking at files for the case the other day and I saw a hefty amount of them, you know animal attacks and stuff." Sam kind of nudged Dean a little.

Stiles frowned, looking like he was thinking but actually coming up with a lie. "I don't really know much about the attacks, they've stopped now at least, mountain lion probably."

The discussion sort of went away from that subject and Stiles asked about his cousin's careers. The two answered subtlety and didn't give much information away, they told Stiles that they would usually be out in the coming days, working with their fellow colleague, Cas. Stiles nodded and told them that he understood, his father doing the same and that he usually just hung out with his friends anyway.

Dean asked about them, then with a flick of the eyebrows he asked if Stiles had a girlfriend.

Stiles laughed nervously. "aha no, not really." He thought of how if Derek was there, he would wink from the corner of the room in a seductive but knowing way.

Dean smirked, pointing the neck of his beer bottle at him. "I'll take that as a yes, then." He chuckled, leaning forward. "What's her name?"

Sam groaned and hit his brother upside the head. "Stop harassing him, Dean." He looked at Stiles apologetically, a hint of understanding in his eyes.

The conversation was comfortable and laid back, little did they know that both teams were professional liars and they were half-truthing each other. Some might say it ran in the family.

***

Derek missed his mate. He missed the smell of his mate, the skin of his mate and oh god those damn lips of his mate. He kept thinking of those delicious little moles that dotted the boy and his cute little button nose that crinkled adorably when he was displeased. Derek growled, the sound ending in a little whine of anguish.

He was usually fine away from him for this amount of time but since it was established that he wouldn't be seeing Stiles that often, it kind of hardened the blow.

He paced around his loft, ignoring the fact that Peter was silently judging him, after all, he judged everybody. So did Derek, actually. He guessed it ran in the family.

Cora walked in and Peter sighed. "Thank god you're here, Derek was going to make a hole in the floor at this rate."

Cora looked at the pacing Derek. "What's up with him?" She asked.

Peter smirked. "He can't see Stiles for a week because he has cousins coming over, they're feds" He explained.

Cora smiled, she liked it when Derek showed puppy love. It was ironic and cute. "You don't work out much anymore, just do that. And you still have books."

Derek stopped pacing, he nodded and leaped out of the window and into the woods, nearing nightfall.

He was actually hungry because he hadn't eaten any lunch, too busy spending time with stiles, so he went to his favourite diner on the age of town that the pack usually went to eat. He hoped that one of the pack members was there because he felt like not being alone tonight, plus the diner had really good pie.

***

Dean and Sam talked in the motel room that they had booked for Cas, they were waiting for him while discussing the case. Dean was making wolfsbane bullets.

"I thought silver killed werewolves." Sam said, confused.

Dean nodded at his brother. "oh they do. But you have to shoot em right in the heart. With these babies," he said, holding one up with pride. "you can shoot them anywhere on their furry body and they wont heal, they will slowly die unless they find a way to cure themselves."

Sam sobered. "This is the only way to kill one?-apart from the silver."

Dean shook his head. "No, we can decapitate them, chop their lower half off or slash their throat. But wolfsbane is less messy and more practical, plus silver is more expensive anyways."

Sam nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly, he wasn't one for gore.

Ha says the person who digs up graves occasionally, he thought to himself, amused.

"Where's Cas?" Dean muttered irritably.

"right here."

Sam jumped about a foot and Dean fell off his chair. "Dammit Cas!" Dean half-shouted in annoyance.

Castiel smiled a little "Hello Dean. Sam." Sam noted the lack of 'hello' before his name and added it to the list of suspicious things between Cas and Dean in his head. It was a long list.

Dean stood up, not looking Castiel in the eye and going back to his bullets. He had made about twelve to far, he wanted to make at least twenty four before they started searching for any of the werewolves.

Sam typed on his computer, researching Beacon Hills and asking rhetorical questions to himself, to then Cas would try to answer because he didn't really understand the meaning of a question that doesn't expect answers.

Castiel was getting better at understanding the works of humanity and human behaviour, but it didn't mean he was perfect.

"I'm going to look around the place." He announced, wanting to go look in the woods. Nothing could really hurt him. He had his grace to protect him if any creature came after him.

Sam didn't look up. "Okay. If you find anything strange, call us or come here." He said, typing quickly on the computer.

"Okay Sam." Castiel agreed and left.

When Castiel left, Sam shut his laptop and folded his arms, looking expectantly at his brother.

Dean felt eyes on him and put down his tools. "What?" He asked, turning to Sam with irritation.

Sam just stared at him.

Dean groaned. "What? Sam." Sam was doing that annoying thing that he always did, that annoying expectant face that made Dean want to smack him.

Sam tilted his head. "Why are you so quiet when Cas is here- or even mentioned."

Dean scrunched up his face. "What? I don't -" but Sam cut him off.

"Uh yes you do know what I'm talking about. You barely say anything when he is here! What's going on with you?" Sam stood up, folding his arms and towering over seated Dean.

Dean stood up, right in his face. "Nothing." He spat and sat down again, making his bullets and ignoring his brother.