Castiel's Secret

Chapter 26

Since they were waiting on Sam to talk to Stiles, hoping he could ease the boy out of his room. Peter, like the rest of the group were waiting in the large study/living area of the bunker. He was slouching about in one of the chairs across from Chris Argent who was enthusiastically engaging in a conversation over the job they were going to go on with Bobby, Ken, and John. He hadn't seen the Argent particularly excited about a hunt since his daughter had passed away. Bobby was giving them some pointers on how to avoid getting double crossed by witches.

Peter's eyes had drifted from the group gathered at his table, and redirected towards his nephew. Derek had gone to sit beside the angel Castiel, who just tried to comfort his nephew. He felt bad for his nephew too, his mate had grown an obsessive need to find a solution and had completely neglected him and the rest of the pack. But at the same time he understood Stiles desperate need to alleviate that pain aching inside.

"You should eat something too. There's no sense in weakening yourself in the process," Dean said as he paced the room. The eldest Winchester was growing restless with every passing minute. He had already attempted to go check up on his son and brother, but the angel had stopped him with a simple spew of gentle words.

Derek had turned to look up at Dean and shook his head, "No, I'm fine."

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Peter's eyes had gone to the watch wrapped around his wrist. It wasn't that he was eager to run off to help with the witch hunt. He just couldn't stay here and watch everything drag on. He felt bad for his nephew, but he didn't want to continue sitting here like Chris had said. He had done that before and it had costed them their pack. He knew Kate Argent was the daughter of a hunter, and deep down he had known something was off from the beginning but he had not listened to the nagging feeling. He want to believe that maybe they would 'Romeo and Juliet' their way through the odds, without the dying in the end.

He didn't want to repeat his mistake and wanted to do everything in his power to help his nephew protect their ever growing family. He owed him that much after everything he had done. But he wasn't doing all of this just to make things right for his pack. There was someone else Peter was trying to protect just as much as Derek was.

Peter's eyes had caught sight of Isaac sneaking into the Kitchen. He had gotten up with a silent 'I'll be back', before he followed Isaac into the kitchen. He found the young beta pouring himself a glass of milk and grabbing a cookie from Gabriel's cookie jar. "You know the angel's going to notice you're taking his goods," Peter said with a grin as he leaned up against the wall.

"What do you want Peter?" Isaac said narrowing his eyes at him before taking a bite of his cookie and turning his attention back to his glass of milk that rested on the counter.

The grin on Peter's face had softened as he drew closer to the curly blonde. "I want to talk. There was something's I said two years ago, that I didn't mean and since we are most likely going to die I want you to know I lied to you."

Isaac wanted to comment on Peter's positivity, but the more he had went on had only made his throat tighten and suddenly feel anxious to fleet. "No, I don't want to talk about it. What happened doesn't matter anymore. It's done an over with." Isaac said as he tried to move around Peter to go back to Melissa's side.

"I know I hurt you, I know that," Peter said stopping him from leaving the kitchen and pulling him closer to him.

"Let go of me!" Isaac had gritted through his teeth as he struggled to break free. He didn't care that his milk was spilling, he was just so desperate to escape this confrontation. He didn't want to hear Peter tell him how much he regretted seeing his face again. "Please," He said through tears as he pushed his hand against Peter's torso.