Castiel's Secret

Chapter 2

They had been driving for hours and Castiel was getting nervous with each passing hour. This mixed feeling of longing and anticipation was something he knew well. It was the same feeling he had, and always felt, towards Dean but this was much stronger.

"How long will it take to get there?" Castiel asked for the 4th time within the last thirty minutes, as he looked away from the window of his back seat and to the Winchester brothers.

Sam looked back at Cas about to reply when Dean cut him off, "You know what Cas, if you're so eager to get there why don't you use your angel mojo and zap your ass there?"

Hearing Dean being as mean as ever was something he had gotten used to, but that didn't mean it hurt him any less. Hurt, was something he had learned since the moment he met Dean, but their distance and their lost connection made the feeling intensify.

Sam noticed the hurt in Cas' eyes and furrowed his brows as be turned back to his brother, "Dean cut him some slack, the dude was just asking a simple question. There's no need to be such a jerk about it."

The sound of wings flapping made the two turn around, only to see the angel had disappeared. Both of them knew very well, Cas wouldn't argue with Dean and would always listen to the brut without question. It just pissed Sam off that this change in his brother was causing the immense change in the angel. His brother was just too stupid and too caught up in his own self loath to notice just who he was hurting.

Dean sighed as he turned his gaze back on the road, Cas didn't have to listen to everything he said.

*~~~~~~~~*

Castiel did as Dean said and flew to Beacon Hills. He needed to get away from the man he had grown to feel so deeply about. Dean's words also seemed like permission enough to go see their son.

He had half expected the little town to be in chaos but it wasn't, everything looked peaceful as it had been 17 years ago but he trusted Bobby's word. The man had yet to be wrong about a job and his sources were reliable.

He wondered the streets of the town, it was midday and the streets appeared to be busy. There was a few buildings that he didn't remember being there before. He kept wondering aimlessly for hours as he got a feeling of the town when he noticed two kids, arguing. One was human and the other wasn't human.

Their job was a child?

*~~~~~~~~*

They had just saved and brought Derek back home from Mexico. Although, Derek was much, much, younger than their broody 24-year old Derek they were used too, they were still his pack and they had to find a way to deal with it.

Stiles was really missing the Derek that had at least some trust in him and only growled. 'Fucking Kate,' Stiles found himself cursing every now and then. Well, at least now all his curiosity on how a young Derek must have looked like, was gone.

Scott had ordered Stiles to keep Derek over at his house while he went to go talk to Peter about this unfortunate situation. Of course, Derek had protested at first, saying he wanted to go with Scott but Scott told him to stay with Stiles. Even Stiles protested, "Why can't he go with Lydia? She obviously loves this Derek." He had said but Scott had glared at him telling him, "Derek almost killed Lydia because she isn't as close to him as you are."

What the hell did that mean? Stupid werewolves and their stupid analogies. So what if Derek hadn't tried to go all terminator on him yet? It didn't mean he wanted to take him home, at least not this Derek.

"Why do I have to stay with you? Why can't I stay with Scott?" The teenage Derek said as he walked besides Stiles. That brought Stiles back from his thoughts and rolled his eyes at the younger Derek.

"Oh boohoo for you, I wouldn't want you in my house either but guess what neither of us are getting what we want." Stiles said as he shoved his hands in his pockets.

Derek rolled his eyes at him, "I want to talk to Scott."

"Scott's busy so be a good sourwolf and get in the house." Stiles said as he pointed to the house as they turned to it.

"I don't have to listen to you," Derek snarled making Stiles flinch. He smirked at the reaction he got from the human.

"Yeah, right, I'm older then you," Stiles said as his voice cracked a bit, but he would not let this Derek frighten him.

"So? I'm alpha." Derek used as his comeback as he rose a brow at him.

"So? I'm human, not a wolf so you being alpha means nothing to me." Stiles said rolling his eyes as he opened the door and let them both in.

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Castiel was very intrigued with the two arguing but when he saw the boys turn to the house, something about it made it seem familiar to him but then again every house in the neighborhood nearly resembled this one. He couldn't help but feel this excitement wash over him as his eyes returned to the boys retrieving forms.

This child, this human, could it be? No, it couldn't. As its birth mother he should have been able to feel his grace. A grace, that didn't exist in either of the boys.

Castiel took in a breath before letting it out slowly. At least now he knew what they were up against, a teenage werewolf. But this one was different from werewolves he had seen before. It was nearly human in features.

His mind couldn't help but wonder to the human boy, his similarity to the Winchesters was uncanny. He felt this urge to be near the boy, almost like the need he felt to be by Dean but yet different. Everything he felt told him this was his baby. But the lack of his grace was more than enough proof to tell him otherwise.