Castiel's Secret

Chapter 18

"I don't understand," Stiles said as he looked at the picture before picking up another, "Are you trying to tell me that Castiel is my dad?" Crowley's smile faded as he rolled his eyes, "I forget you are half dimwit." Stiles frowned at what the demon had said before looking at the journal and picking it up. "Try your mum," Crowley said as he took a sip of his drink.

Castiel was his mom? Stiles wanted to burst into fist of laughter at what had just been said. It was ridiculous and impossible but as much as he wanted to he couldn't. The words writing in his mother's diary only confirmed it to be true. All those times his mother had told him how he was a miracle given to them by an angel, he had thought it to be metaphorically but she had meant every word of it. He skimmed through the pages. Everything was either about how grateful she was about being given a baby by an angel, how people, including her husband, didn't believe her and thought her to be crazy, or how her daily life was with her little angel Hieronim. "I don't understand," Castiel being his mom was biologically impossible. For one the angel was a man. But then again, supernatural world had very few rules.

"Well let me explain to you lad." Crowley said as he got more comfortable in his chair. He swung his leg over the other crossing his legs, "Angels are an odd little specie that is neither female nor male. Gender does not qualify for them, which lets them adapt to both depending on the circumstances. Like your mom, Castiel, who decided to love a human man gave him the ability to bare you because his body adapted to being the female of the relationship, just as I imagine will happen the same with you."

Stiles didn't know what to think about that. Castiel was his mom, there was no denying it. Even his mother had written it throughout her diary. But there was still something he didn't know. Castiel was his mom, ok but why did Castiel leave him to be raised by the people he grew to love as his parents. Did he not want him? What about his dad? Did he know? What about his real dad? Who was he? Stiles caressed the drawing of his angelic mother when it dawned at him, "How do you know about this?"

"About you being Castiel's son? Well that's quite simple lad," Crowley said as he got up from his seat and walked over towards the board with all of Stiles pictures. Stiles was unsure what to do, but he slowly moved the pictures and diary on the couch beside him before getting up to follow Crowley towards the board. "I was looking for you uncle Sam, when I stumbled upon this little town and I spotted you grace through the crowd. At first I thought I had found Cas, but to my surprise I found you."

Nothing that Crowley said was processed by Stiles brain. The moment the demon had mention Sam's name his brain froze. 'Uncle Sam'? Whoa! No there was no way... Dean?! No, No, Sam and Dean had to have another brother. Holy shit! There was no denying that Dean was in love with Castiel and Castiel was in love with Dean, they both had lightly touched the topic. "D-Dean's my dad?" Stiles found himself stuttering out, as he looked at Crowley who was giving him a knowing smile. "But he doesn't even like me..." Stiles said sounding a little depressed. He had a great relationship with his dad, John. "Does Dean even know I'm his son?" He asked, somewhat hoping that his real dad wasn't a complete asshole like he had learned he can be. Accepting that Castiel was his real mom, was a lot easier then accepting that Dean was his real dad, as absurd as that sounded.

Ever since he met Castiel he had been nothing but kind to him. Castiel always tried his best to help him, and so did Sam. They were both perfect as any family should be. Which was one of the reasons he found himself drawn to them. It was something he couldn't really explain but the knowledge that Castiel and Sam hadn't pushed him away made him feel wanted and accepted. He couldn't really put his finger on the feeling that dwelled inside him at being with them. All he knew was that he wanted to be with them, he felt safe. At first he had thought it was just because for once he wasn't being told to be quiet or to go home, or to leave it to the werewolves. Now he knew why he felt like that, he must have subconsciously known the truth, and the safety he felt was because he was with his mom. However, that is not how he felt with Dean. He and Dean didn't have a good relationship starter. They always argued every moment they had to be in the same room together. Dean had always acted distant, as if not wanting him near.