Castiel's Secret

Chapter 10

The silence that filled the room was almost unbearable. The alpha had walked in a few moments ago and immediately taken Stiles into his arms and out of their reach. The only thing the alpha had uttered was, 'Why is the angels scent all over him?' Sam didn't know how to answer that and Dean just seemed too surprised to even try. While in reality his mind was once more providing him with the most outrageous thoughts of the brat and Castiel.

"Oh, he took me to school. So that explains that," Stiles said as he patted the young alpha on the shoulder before trying to pull from the alpha's hold. Derek gave a small nod, but the look on his face didn't give sign whether he believed him or not. He slowly released his grip on Stiles, allowing him to move from his side as he looked at the other two men before the angel. Castiel stood up from his place and offered a small smile to the alpha.

"Stiles said you could help?" Derek said making no attempt to move from his place even though Stiles had gone back to sit down at the table beside the angel. He eyed the hunters that sat in front of his mate and the angel. The taller man, who he recalled was named Sam, was eyeing him just as much but the other, Dean, was tense in his seat obviously not comfortable with the situation.

"Yes, but I need your approval." Castiel said as he motioned for the alpha to take a seat with them at the table before adding, "Like I told Stiles, it won't be the easiest task to accomplish, but it can be done."

Derek eyed Castiel and the hunters before his eyes landed on Stiles who was smiling at him cheekily and patting the chair besides him like a child. He reluctantly went to sit beside him as he said, "Approval for what?" Stiles just smiled as he reached for the curly fries to keep eating, "He's an angel Derek. Angels need permission to do something regarding your health and stuff. Am I right?" Castiel looked at the boy and smiled fondly, maybe too fondly because both Dean and Derek were looking between the two through narrowed eyes. "Yes," Castiel simply replied.

Stiles smiled with pride at his research skills before looking at Sam who was smiling at him as well, "You like researching huh?" Stiles nodded his head as he said, "I kind of have to love it if I want to keep my wolves alive." Dean just rolled his eyes before saying, "Nerds."

Derek's chest swelled with pride at Stiles oblivious acceptance of role of alpha's mate but the moment Dean showed his annoyance in Stiles intellect, he let a small growl in warning leave his lips. Castiel placed his hand on the young alpha's shoulder and said, "Dean doesn't mean it to offend." Derek looked up at Castiel and said, "Well he really should watch the way he says things and to whom, before someone else misunderstands. Or is that just the way he talks?"

Castiel looked at Dean, who was staring back at him with a strange look in his eyes. It looked to him like Dean was also curious about what Castiel would respond with but unfortunately Castiel didn't get the opportunity to provide one. "It's the way he talks." Sam said simply before quickly changing the subject, "So Cas, how are you going to fix him?"

All eyes fell back on Castiel, all eagerly to know how he was going to help the young alpha return to his actual size and age. "I need to touch his soul, whatever she did, reversed time within him. So I must restore it but doing something as complex as touching his soul is the difficult task." Castiel said as he kept his eyes locked on the young alpha.

Derek looked at the angel with a small frown tugging on his lips. He might not possess the wisdom of his true age but he knew what the angel was trying to insinuate with his words. He wasn't the purest of souls nor was he human enough to possess a strong and bright soul that humans did. He could only imagine that the angel would have to tap into the human side of him to find his soul and even if he did find it, he didn't know how the angel would even 'fix' him.

Stiles noticed the frown on Derek's face and couldn't help but reach out to grab a hold of his hand to try and provide some comfort to the alpha. But the sudden frown on the angel at Stiles small act of comfort made not just Dean, but the young alpha become even more suspicious of what was the real relationship between Castiel (The Angel as Derek prefers to call him) and Stiles (The Brat as Dean often calls him).

It pissed Dean off to see that Sam didn't find it weird that Castiel was suddenly acting like a little love struck teenager and with this fucking brat none the less! No, Sam look just as love struck as Castiel looked with the boy. It was repulsive to him; it made him even more furious to know that he didn't have the right to be feeling like this, because he was the one who had pushed the angel away and into another's arms. And that other man, being this little brat standing before him.

He absolutely hated it.

Dean was too wrapped in his jealousy to hear Castiel further explain the process or the orders he gave for preparations. Sam was making a circle on the ground around the three with a black dust. Mountain ash was just as powerful as salt on ghosts, but more for the living breathing supernatural creatures. The young alpha was now sitting in a chair with Stiles standing behind him and Castiel in front of him.

"Try not to move or you will explode," Castiel said as he rolled up his sleeve on his right hand. Stiles heard what Castiel said and placed his hand on Derek's shoulders and giving then a small squeeze. Derek just gave a reluctant nod to the angel, but if he was honest it was Stiles' hand that brought some ease to his mind.

Castiel placed his left hand on the young alpha's shoulder, while his right hand came to press into his abdomen. A small light began to glow through the rip Castiel's hand was causing to his body, making a hiss quickly develop into a full blown agonizing cry. Castiel narrowed his eyes in concentration as his hand submerged deeper into the alpha's abdomen searching for the human part of him.

"Cas..." Dean called out when he noticed the angel's face become pale. He took a step closer to the three only to be stopped by his brother's hand. "He's fine Dean," Sam said as he looked at his brother and then back to the angel. Fine? Castiel was nowhere near fine! Trying to help the alpha was obviously affecting Castiel. "Fine? The Dude's pale! Anymore and he'll be..." The loud howled roar that escaped the alpha cut Dean off and making both Winchesters turn their attention towards him.

Red eyes were gazing deeply into the angels with bared fangs, while a clawed hand wrapped around pale wrists drawing blood from them. A small whimper escaped the boy's lips as his head buried into alpha's shoulder. "He found it," Sam said as he saw the light surrounding Castiel's wrist become even brighter. But the problem was the alpha. He was trying to fight the stranger from grasping his soul. "P-Please don't," Stiles whispered with a shaky voice, in obvious pain from having his wrists assaulted. "Don't fight it..." Stiles pleaded into the alpha's shoulder.

Sam watched in amazement as his nephew's single plea brought the alpha to seize further attempt to fight the angel. The bright light surrounding Castiel's wrist slowly embraced the alpha, blinding them all momentarily. "Cas!" Dean's worried voice yelled as he covered his eyes from the harshness of the light. The last time he and Castiel were enveloped in a light like that, they had disappeared for almost a year.

When it died down Dean's eyes searched desperately for the angel, only to find him on his knees before a man. The scrawny alpha had been replaced with a muscular man, with a dark stubble gracing his face, and dark brows furrowed much like the teenage version of him wore, and was much taller, almost two inches taller than Dean. But that wasn't all, besides Castiel was another familiar face.

"Gabriel...?" Sam and Dean both said in utter shock as he slowly stood up from his crouched position.

"My, my, my, what an interesting predicament I find you three in." The arch angel said as his lips quickly curled up in a grin as his eyes fell upon the undeniable Nephilim clinging to a werewolf's neck.

Castiel's eyes widen at the sound of his brother's words and couldn't help but look up. Only to catch his brother's eyes focused on his son, a wave of uneasiness washed over him. There was no doubt in his mind, Gabriel would know.

And if he knew, others would know.