FAMILY TIES [STEREK and DESTIEL] [boyxboy]

• EPILOUGE •

Things cleared up pretty quickly, Sam spent the night chatting with the pack. He had grown to like Derek a lot more than he had cared to admit, he was gruff and straight forward, sometimes rude but he was a completely different person when talking to Stiles. He reminded him of Dean in a way.

After watching the view from the cliff, the angel drove Dean back to the motel to get some rest as they had been busy all day.

Dean was leaning on his shoulder as they entered their room, his face squished against Castiel's neck and eyes half-lidded. The manager had given them both funny looks as they walked past and one of the maids had told him to use protection, Cas didn't know what that meant but he had his angel blade with him so it was okay.

Dean kicked off his shoes and lazily shoved off his jacket. Castiel watched him with a fond look as he kicked off his jeans and then proceeded to face-plant into the pillow.

The angel just stood there, watching him a little awkwardly until Dean spoke up.

"Cas. Get in." He grumbled, shifting over to face him with a raised eyebrow.

"Dean, i don't need sleep."

"Have you ever tried?"

The angel frowned and proceeded to take off his clothes except his boxers, Dean eyed him a little and smirked, the smile fading as Cas found one of Deans cotton sleeping-shirts and put it on.

He climbed under the covers and wrapped his arms around the man, pulling Dean close and resting his chin on his head, Dean nuzzled his neck and shifted to get comfortable and soon falling asleep.

They both stayed in the same position until morning.

As it turns out, Cas was capable of sleeping and he rather enjoyed the feeling of slowly drifting off in the arms of another.

***

The hunter woke up without the presence of his favourite angel.

He blearily opened his eyes and looked around. The Angels clothes were no longer on the floor and Dean's were in a folded pile by the window sill.

Dean smiled and got dressed, that warm and fuzzy feeling ever-present in his belly.

Castiel had texted him to go to his cousins house when he woke up, the angel had mindfully not taken the impala so Dean could drive there.

***

Cas did not understand why they were looking at him as he entered the kitchen, the sheriff looked smug and that blonde werewolf kept on asking if he had used protection.

Castiel was starting to think that the phrase did not involve his angel blade.

It seemed as if most of the pack had slept there by the blankets and pillows on the sofa. The only wolf who didn't look messy was Derek, Cas supposed he had been sleeping in Stiles' bed as couples tend to do that sort of thing.

Wait.

Did that mean that him and Dean were a couple?

The angel smiled at the thought, how nice that would be to wake up next to him every morning as sleeping was very refreshing, (unneeded but refreshing.)

Castiel spent some time talking to the pack. He mostly liked to talk to Derek and Lydia as they were interested in his kind and how he was quite the anomaly himself, straying away from the angels. Derek referred to that action as being an omega, but Castiel had pointed out that he was not alone, he had Dean and Sam.

Peter had joined the conversation aswell and by the looks of it, neither Derek or Lydia liked him.

Cas had sensed their irritation towards him and steered the conversation to his old friend. "You remind me of my friend, Balthazar."

Peter tilted his head. "An angel?"

Castiel smiled. "Yes. He's self-centred, does anything he likes and wears v-necks."

Derek snorted. "He'd be perfect for you, uncle Peter."

Stiles walked down the stairs mumbling a barely coherent "good morning" and dropped into Derek's lap. Derek seemed unfazed by this and gave him a little kiss on the nose and whispering something into his ear that made the boy hum.

Castiel smiled, hopefully he could have that with Dean.

***

The hunters stayed with the pack for a few days after that.

Dean slammed the trunk door down on his impala, their duffels nestled against that fucking grenade launcher that Dean never gets to use.

He leaned against the hood of the car talking quietly to Cas, faces close and bodies touching, Castiel kissing him every once in a while because he had never really kissed someone before and very much liked doing it.

Sam smiled and turned back to Stiles.
"You know i always thought there was something going on with the two of them, they were always really close and i'm glad they're together now because this seems like the sort of thing you would call 'forever', ya know?"

Stiles nodded, protective arm of the alpha around him. "Hey and if everything goes well, Cas could be your brother."

Sam snorted. "That would be something, though i still have to get used to that-" he jerked a thumb at the  hunter and the angel, their foreheads together.

***

They said their goodbyes, and both teams offered support if any of them were in trouble, exchanging phone numbers and information about the creatures they had encountered.

Stiles had felt a little worried for the three, they faced horrible danger every day and death was apparently not uncommon for them. Stiles feared the worst, but somehow he knew that the two hunters and the angel would turn out just fine.

The pack watched as the hunters trademark Chevy impala rode off into the distance, Stiles looked up at Derek.
"You think we'd see them again?" He asked

Derek shrugged. "If so, i would hope they would be here to visit, because the other reason would be a massive threat that we wouldn't be able to handle on our own."

Stiles barked out a laugh. "Awww does that hurt your big alpha ego?" He teased.

Derek kissed his forehead. "Just a little bit, babe, just a little bit."

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So we have reached the end of this little story, i hope you've enjoyed reading it as much as i have writing it.

Adios my lovelies!

Until my next book!

-L xxx