Castiel's Secret

Chapter 21

  When Dean, Sam, and Gabriel arrived back at the hotel everyone had already returned and were surrounding Stiles- who was sitting in a chair. The carved sigil on his forehead had been removed and replaced with handcuffs that had the same sigil engrave on them. It had been Balthazar's idea, since he was trying to avoid the enraged fury that would be the 'Destiel' pair once they returned with their son. Besides, he would lie if he said it didn't bother him to see his son bleeding out.

"The legendary Dean Winchester," The demon wearing Stiles greeted with a grin, before adding, "I was waiting for you to show up. I wanted to see the look on your face when I told you before I walk out of here."

"You won't be walking out of here, you little pesticide piece of shit. I'll take pleasure in killing you." Dean said and he approached Stiles with a blade in hand, only to be blocked by an angry Castiel. "You won't be hurting the demon, not as long as he's in OUR son's body." Castiel said firmly. "Don't you think I know that Cas? He's my son. I wouldn't hurt him." Dean said feeling a little hurt that Castiel would insinuate he would intentionally hurt their son.

"Enough, and talk right demon." Uriel said as he smacked Stiles upside the head, sending Stiles bending forward as the smallest of hiss leaving his lips. Stiles for a nephilim, was very sensitive to any source of pain. Which at the moment was a good thing; however, the problem was the alpha.

Derek was being held down in the opposite side of the room by his pack, with the help of, Uriel's power. The alpha, much like the parents of the young nephilim, was enraged with anything that hurt him. As if those red eyes staring back at him with the promise of death, wasn't proof enough of his anger.

"Who the hell are you?" Dean said glaring at the man who had just smacked his son. "Uriel, he came to help..." Castiel said as he turned towards his brother. While Castiel wanted to believe him, he was uncertain if he had other intentions. "Help? With what? Killing us?" Dean scoffed before looking at Sam who he saw moving from the corner of his eye and move towards his son.

"Why did Crowley order you to kill the alpha?" Sam asked. He really loved his brother but Dean's mind had just completely strayed from the original objective and towards the safety of Castiel. "Why else?" Stiles replied before looking at the alpha, "he's in the king's way."

"But you didn't kill him," Dean said as he moved Castiel behind him and away from Uriel. "No," Stiles said as his eyes went to Dean before saying, "But I was going too." "Why didn't you? Why let him go." Sam asked trying to make sense of it all. If the kid had clearly said he had an alpha to kill. "I changed my mind." Stiles said before adding, "Killing him would have been easy and we'd all move on with our peaceful lives. I would have done you a favor... but as a demon, that's not in my interest. Besides, Crowley is lacking the qualities of a king of hell. We want Lucifer to rise again."

Lucifer? What the hell did his son have to do with that bastard? "The hell are you talking about?" Dean said as his brows furrowed even more. "Yeah, what does Stiles have to do with him?" Sam asked as he looked at Stiles a little confused. Heck, nothing he could think of made sense. "A little butt hurt are we, Sammy?" Stiles said with a small chuckle as he leaned back in his chair. "Didn't Casper tell you? You and Sam are no longer the vessels for Lucifer and Michael. Your son, however, is Lucifer's. The angels, have been taking an extra good care of this little one and that one." Stiles said as his eyes went to the alpha.

No longer the vessels...? It was like the anger in Dean was knocked out. No, his son could not be given this cruel fate. No, he refused it. He couldn't let his son be the meat suit for Lucifer. "You're lying..." Castiel said breaking the uncomfortable silence that had replaced the angry and confused atmosphere in the room. "Am I?" Stiles said with a smirk, "Why don't you ask your brothers and sisters see if they say any different. Open your eyes Castiel, why else did you think you were placed in Dean's path and not someone else who was far more knowledged in humanity than you? Because only you could turn this love for a human into the child that would be heaven's ultimate plan B. Everything was planned from the beginning, just like John and Mary's life was."

The whole room was silent, only echoes of Stiles voice vibrated throughout the room. This was absolutely bull shit, in Dean's mind. How the hell could god do this to him? Wasn't it enough that his parents and his life was crap? Now the love for his angel was planned too? What kind of sick humor did god have anyways? Why were their lives so messed up?

And the saddest part was he was starting to believe something in his life was finally normal. His love was a factory produced product. It was fake, just like his parent's.

Dean could feel not just his brother's eyes on him but everyone's eyes. But he didn't dare look to confirm it. He didn't need to meet a look of pity that he knew laid in them. "Dean..." Sam tried to apologize to his brother for his misfortune but was promptly silenced by a "Don't. Sammy just don't." Dean said before making the mistake of glancing at his angel.

Tears were staining his angels cheeks and the look of pain clearly written on his face as his hands gripped at his shirt. He knew Castiel enough to know, the angel was blaming himself for this. Both of them were, but they both had been the victim of a cruel destiny.

"What about Michael?" Gabriel spoke this time, but even he had lost the humor and cheerful tone in his voice. Stiles turned to Gabriel and grinned, "No one knows anything about Michael..." Stiles turned his head towards Castiel and said, "Perhaps, he still hasn't been born yet."

"Cassie...?" Balthazar said as he stepped towards his brother who gripped tighter to his shirt. But before anyone could ask the question, Castiel disappeared from the room.

/Four Days Later/

It had taken them a while to get back to Beacon Hills from Mexico. They had hardly stopped other than to eat and on occasion rest stops to use the bathroom. There was no stopping. Dean had refused to stop, and no one really wanted to argue with the Hunter.

The moment Castiel had left Dean had decided he had heard enough. He didn't want to hear anymore come out of the demon using his son's voice. Stiles had been exorcised and ridden from the demon shortly after. It was easier than it had been trying to rid Crowley of his demon but still a pain. The good thing was Stiles was okay now. That was until they got back on the road.

Stiles had called Sam going hysterical about not being able to be in the same car as the alpha or his so called best friend.

Stiles was leaning against the window seal of the back seat. He had been grumbling something under his breath, obviously angry.

"So, do you want to tell us why you suddenly want to ride in the car with me?" Dean asked as he glanced at Stiles through the rear view mirror.

"Well it wasn't my first choice but it wasn't like Cas was answering anyways... where did he go anyways?" Stiles said trying to change the subject. There was no way in hell he wanted to tell Dean, his real dad, about this.

"We can talk about Cas later. How about you tell me about why you're avoiding the alpha." Dean said as he tightened his grip on the wheel at the mention Castiel. Castiel hadn't been answering anyone, not even him. They really needed to talk about what was happening.

"Stiles is werewolf married to the alpha," Balthazar said like it was nothing out of the ordinary. The next thing they knew Dean was slamming his foot on the breaks. "YOU'RE WHAT?!" Dean and Sam yelled as they turned in their seat to look at Stiles.

"It's a funny story...one that I'm still trying to find the humor in myself..." Stiles said mumbling the last part to himself. "Really? 'Cause I'm having a hard time finding the humor in that!" Dean said obviously angry. "Calm down Dean, as bad as that sounds you can't actually hurt the alpha if he's really bonded with Stiles." Sam said trying to reason, earning a hug by Gabriel who was fawning over how well informed 'his moose' was.

"Keep your pants on," Dean scoffed at Gabriel before glaring at the car that had stopped behind them, knowing very well the alpha was riding in it. Everyone had been startled when Dean got down from the car with his silver gun. "Stay in the car," Dean ordered. "Hey, Dean, no you can't kill him," both Sam and Stiles said as they scurried to get down after Dean. "I'm not going to kill him, just going to scare him." Dean said before walking over to the other car.

Stiles and Sam didn't actually follow them, but that didn't stop Stiles from worrying about them. "Sam, dad wouldn't actually hurt Derek would he?" Stiles asked not bothering to look at his uncle Sam. "Y-you know...?" Sam said a little surprised. "Yeah, Crowley told me everything..." Stiles said now turning towards Sam. "He wouldn't really hurt him," Sam said before adding, "but you know, you can't trust everything that Crowley says. He only acts and says what is in his best interest so that things go his way. With him you should always know that he will always have other motives for approaching you."

"Yeah... I know." Stiles said as he leaned against the car letting a comfortable silence surround them. It didn't last but a few minutes before Stiles broke it, "Who's Ben and Lisa really to Dean?" "How do you know about Lisa and Ben?" Sam asked a bit surprised but that surprise quickly turned to realization when he saw the frown on his nephew. "Lisa was Dean's girlfriend back when he was in his early 20s, and Ben is her son." Sam said answering his question.

"I-...Is Ben Dean's son too?" Stiles said with a little hesitation. He knew he shouldn't believe Crowley. Especially after he ordered a demon possess him so it could kill Derek, but he hadn't lied to him either. Dean and Castiel really are his birth parents. As weird as it sounds, but he's not really bothered by it. He just really needs to know how far this truth Crowley fed to him goes.

"No, Ben's not Dean's son," Sam simply said as he shook his head. There was once a time he and Dean had thought Ben was and Dean had allowed himself to fall into the role of 'father' but he wasn't going to tell Stiles. Besides, it wasn't something Dean particularly liked remembering especially after Lisa had almost died because of him.

Sam's thoughts were cut short when he heard his nephew whimper and crouch down hugging his stomach.

Dean had punched the alpha, and because of their bond Stiles had felt the impact as well. No one really knew what the two asked nor didn't either one of them wanted to talk about it. Although, if Sam was to guess it wasn't good since Dean was still fuming through the rest of the trip.

Everyone had been dropped off, except for Stiles.

Dean drove up the drive way of the Stilinski house. "Alright kid, were here." Dean said before he got off the car, with Sam and Stiles following him out.

Stiles looked at the house he had grown up in and sighed before turning to Sam who said, "Come on, I'll walk you in." "Thanks," Stiles said with a small smile before taking a last glance at Dean. It didn't look like Dean was planning on following, but Stiles took it as the man not being good with goodbyes.

Half way to the front door Stiles looked at Sam and asked, "I guess it's safe to say you guys won't be sticking around, huh?" Sam couldn't help but smile at his nephew's question, "No, I think Dean wants to find a way to fix this." "Why? It's not like it's his fault." Stiles said coming to a stop at the door. "I know, but that's just how Dean is. Besides, we still have to find Cas. Balthazar will be staying with you and you have my number in case you want to keep in touch." Sam said as he ruffled his hand through his hair.

"Yeah more like staying with Scott," Stiles scoffed, which was true. His uncle Balthazar had gotten off with Scott, which is weird cause it's his uncle and best friend and he rather just not think about it. He just shook his head before walking back towards Dean. "Stiles, where are you going?" Sam asked a little confused, but didn't get a response.

Stiles walked over to Dean and gave him a rather awkward hug, "I still hate you." "I know," Dean said as he returned the hug. "But that's only 'cause you didn't give a good first impression... So I guess I don't really hate you, since you're my dad and all. But you really need to work on that." Stiles said trying to keep the level of awkwardness at a minimum as he pulled away and ran his hand through his hair. Dean let out a sigh at what his son said before saying, "Yeah suppose your right. I'm just not very good with sharing Cas' attention." "Ha! That's funny," Stiles said a grin, earning a glare from Dean. "Hurry up and get inside kid." Dean said shooing his son away. "Yeah, Yeah, just promise you'll let me know when you find mom." Stiles said before leaving Dean's side after he promised and heading into his house where he was enveloped in hugs from his dad, Lydia, Kira, and creeper of all creepers, Peter.

It felt weird saying goodbye to his family, but he knew it wasn't really a goodbye. But a 'see you later'. It didn't matter that for now they would be separated once again. Their journey was far from over.

He was a Winchester after all, and according to his mom they're never cut any slack.