Castiel's Secret

Chapter 3

  They had long gotten to Beacon Hills and were now settled into their motel room. Dean had gone out to the bar to drown himself in his self-guilt while Sam went to research the town as well as search for his nephew's whereabouts.

"Cas!!" Dean yelled in his drunken state as he stumbled back into his motel room. "Get your feathery ass here now!!" He groaned as he made his way towards the bed.

"Dean?" Cas said as he appeared into the room only to find a very drunk Dean stumbling towards the bed to sit. "Where's Sam?" Castiel asked as he looked around the room.

"Forget that son of a bitch for one minute!" Dean nearly growled before gritting his teeth "Dammit Cas! Just for one minute forget Sam." He corrected himself.

Castiel frowned at that, Dean had never reverted his anger towards his brother. He didn't understand why he was doing it now, "Dean, you're drunk and I don't know what to do."

Dean's vision went in and out of focus as he looked towards Cas. "Just come here," he ordered and watched Cas start walking without question, towards him. Once Cas was close enough he grabbed hold of his hand and pulled him down into a kiss.

Castiel was shocked to say the least. Out of everything he expected from Dean at the moment, it wasn't a kiss. It was needy, passionate, yet sweet. Cas melted into the kiss as his arms came up to wrap around Deans neck. It wasn't until Dean pulled him down onto the bed that Cas broke the kiss, "Dean stop. You are drunk."

"Would you shut up and let me enjoy this?" Dean groaned as he moved over Cas before pressing a much needier kiss to his lips. "But Dean..." Cas managed to say in between the kiss but never finished. Castiel's eyes widen when he felt just where Dean's hands were. They were on his crotch, undoing the belt and pants while his lips attacked his neck.

"Dean..." Cas moaned as he closed his eyes allowing himself to rejoice in the long forgotten pleasure of Dean's touch. "I know Cas, I love you too." Dean whispered against his neck as his hands pushed his pants down, trying to get them off.

"Hey Dean I think I found someth-...Oh my god!!" Sam ended up yelling when he walked into the room to see a nearly half naked Cas under his brother while Dean's face was buried in Cas' neck and his hands palming at the angel's crotch.

The sound of Sam's voice made the two quickly break away, the sweetness in Dean's gaze gone and back to his cold stare. The effect of the liquor had left him from the shock of being caught. Castiel quickly dressed and moved away from Dean and towards Sam, with a light blush settled on his cheeks. "What did you find?" Cas tried to engage in a more appropriate subject.

"Uh.." Sam began before clearing his throat. "There have been recent killings and they all seemed to have started four years ago when said animal huntings began which cops believe were tied to the murder of a girl named Laura Hale." Sam said as he showed Cas the old family photo of the girl.

Cas eyes widen when he noticed the boy in the background. It was the same boy that he had seen a few hours earlier. "This boy, I'm sure I've seen him."

Dean got up and looked at the date from the photo before saying "This is from nine years ago Cas, the kid isn't going to look like this anymore." "I know what I saw Dean, this child is a werewolf. I saw him earlier with ou-...another child, even the child called him a wolf."

Sam caught Cas' mistake and smiled before saying, "You found him?" Cas looked towards Sam and gave him a small nod. Dean raised a brow in confusion before saying, "then why didn't you kill the werewolf?" Cas turned to dean and frowned, "he's a child dean he seemed harmless."

"Bobby wouldn't send us here for a harmless child, Cas. If he sent us here its because that child isn't as harmless as you think." Dean said before looking at Sam's smile drop.

"Dean, lets investigate before doing anything, like we always do." Sam said before looking at Cas who was glaring at Dean. "Fine," Dean said.

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A young Derek slammed Stiles up against the door of his room. "Why the hell does your room smell like me and you?"

"Ugh!... How the hell should I know why you decide to creep through my window at night?" Stiles groaned as his face was pressed further onto the door. "Why would I do that when I don't even like you?" Derek snarled as he found his scent mark on Stiles neck.

"I should be asking you that? I mean Lydia is just as smart as I am. In fact she is way smarter, you can bug her at 3am in the morning." Stiles groaned before feeling Derek's nose press against his neck and take a whiff. "Hey! Hey! Are you sniffing me? What the hell Derek?" Stiles whined.

Derek stopped pressing Stiles head to the door and let his hand slide down to his waist and pulled him back towards himself and off the door. Stiles smelt like mate, and he didn't know when or why he smelt like that but it smelt like home. He even dared say he recognized it.

"Hey Derek? I don't mean to ruin whatever fantasy your living but you're holding me too tight." Stiles groaned as he tried to wiggle out of Derek's tight hold. Derek only growled and tightened his hold around Stiles waist before letting out a sigh and letting him go "Let's get something to eat."

Stiles blinked confused before saying "uh sure, what do you want to eat?" Derek looked at Stiles and furrowed his brows at his confusion. "Anything's fine" he said as he moved to sit on Stiles bed. "Ok, then don't move I'll go make some pasta." He said before running out the room.

Derek didn't complain and just sat there waiting for Stiles. He looked around the room, the different shades of blue. It smelled like the perfect mix of the two. He could even smell himself on the bed. He wondered if that's where he slept.

"Hello handsome," he suddenly heard. When he turned towards the door he frowned as he stood up "Kate? What are you doing here?"

"Didn't you miss me?" Kate Argent smiled at him as she stepped further into the room.