It's been a few months since the Winchester brothers killed Ramiel and kept Lucifer from being freed. Things seemed to have slowed down for team free will but not for long. When an unfortunate attack leaves Derek for dead, Stiles will do anything to...
Sam laid on his bed staring at the background picture of his phone. He remembered the day the picture was taken.
"Sam, come on, just one picture," Gabriel pleaded. Sam was reorganizing the library.
"You know I hate pictures," Sam huffed.
"For me?" Gabriel tried to give Sam puppy eyes.
"That doesn't work on me," Sam shook his head.
"Just one, please? Please. Please. Please-"
"Okay, fine," Sam snapped, cutting off the angel, "One."
Gabriel lifted his camera and smiled. Sam turned last minute, grabbing Gabriel's face and pressed a kiss to his cheek just as the picture took. Stiles, having seen the whole thing, snapped a picture with his phone.
It was the picture Stiles took that Sam was currently staring at with tears in his eyes.
Sam put his phone aside. It hurt to look at. He missed them both so much.
There was a knock on his door that shook him from his thoughts.
"Yeah?" Sam called out.
Derek stepped in, "I was checking on Lydia when I caught your scent, it's a lot stronger than it has been. I wanted to make sure you were alright," Derek spoke gently.
"Stronger how? What do I smell like?" Sam asked.
"Sadness."
Sam nodded, that sounded about right, "I miss them, a lot."
Derek dropped his head, "I know how you feel. I miss them too, we all do. I'm just glad Cas is okay. Dean is barely handling Stiles and Gabriel being gone. Cas and I just spent ten minutes calming him down."
"Is he okay?" Sam frowned. He hadn't realized Dean was upset.
"Yeah, he just started down the 'what if' path. It wasn't good," Derek answered, "I don't want you going down that path too."
"I'm not. Though I'm not sure what I'm doing is any better," Sam shrugged.
"Reminiscing?" Derek asked.
Sam nodded.
"I caught myself doing that earlier, it's painful. Course that lead me down the what if path. What if I never see him again. What if that was our last kiss. What if that was the last chance to tell him I loved him. It wasn't pretty," Derek smirked slightly.
Sam chuckled, "You sound like Dean.
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"Cas told me something that helped, he said, 'If you think like that, you're giving up, don't give up on them, they'd never give up on us,' He's right. And we've got extra help now, Lydia is smart and stubborn and gifted, we'll find them," Derek placed a comforting hand on Sam's shoulder.
Sam smiled up at the alpha.
"You're more in tune with me now that I've accepted you as my alpha, aren't you?" Sam asked. Derek wasn't normally one to give a pep talk.
"Yeah. The alpha in me wants to make sure my pack is okay, and not just physically." Derek nodded.
"You're good at it," Sam smiled at Derek warmly.
Derek smiled down at his hands.
"Dean will come around, he's just still nervy about you being a werewolf, it's nothing personal."
"I'm pretty sure that's the definition of personal," Derek smirked, looking up, "But even if he doesn't come around, he accepts me as one of you, and that's more than I could ask for."
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Cas watched as Dean continued to pace his room. Derek had left several minutes ago after trying to help calm the hunter down. He seemed to be getting riled up again.
"Dean," Cas grabbed the Winchester's arm and gently pulled him in, "you're stressing again."
Dean looked into the blue eyes of his angel, "I can't help it."
Before Cas could respond, Dean's lips were on his. Cas leaned in more, letting Dean deepen the kiss. His tongue rolled along Dean's as he slowly unbuttoned the hunter's shirt.
Dean shucked off the top before shoving Cas's coat off his shoulders. Their lips not parting once.
Dean then wrapped Cas' tie around his hand pulling the angel in closer. This resulted in Cas' lips falling to Dean's neck.
Cas' name fell from Dean's lips in a quiet pant as his mouth slid along Dean's skin.
Dean started to undo the buttons of Cas' top. His tie already loosened from around his neck.
"I love you," Cas whispered as his lips ghosted over Dean's ear.
That was like the magic word for Dean, because he stepped forward, trapping Cas between the wall and himself. He gripped Cas' waist before sliding his hands down to his hips, pressing into him.
"It's cute how after all these months, you still think I'm gonna let you take the lead," Cas growled out seductively.
Dean smirked, "Maybe I just like when you take it from me."
Cas quickly flipped them so now Dean was trapped.
Dean's growing erection only proved how much he enjoyed when Cas was rough with him.
Cas held Dean's hands above his head before reconnecting their lips.
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Cas smiled at the way Dean submitted under him. Dean was usually stubborn, and the leader, and the take charge type, but when it came to Cas, Dean turned into putty. He let Cas manhandle him. He let Cas boss him around. He let Cas make him beg, and beg he did.
The angel knew the best way to distract the hunter from his 'fix it' mentality that made him a pacing mess, was to switch his mind to a submissive mindset. It shut off all the take charge thoughts Dean was fighting through and made him into a panting mess instead.
Cas was about to lift Dean's shirt off when they heard yelling.
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"Sam, wait, we don't even know for sure if it was him," Derek followed the middle Winchester as he yelled for Dean and Cas.
"Two different people spotted him, it has to be him," Sam said turning the corner of the hall where Dean's room was.
Dean stepped out of his room with Cas behind him.
Derek paused as he was hit with the scent of arousal.
"What's going on?" Dean asked worriedly.
"I just got a text from two hunters, they found Gabriel. He's in L.A." Sam spoke excitedly, causing the other three to exchange nervous glances.
