The Angel and The Righteous Man {Destiel- DeanxCastiel}

Chapter 21: The pack

I followed the convoy and we pulled into the parking lot of what looked like a dilapidated industrial building.

"Well- this is exactly the kind of place I would expect werewolves to lurk," I said with a snicker. Sam just rolled his eyes at me.

We got out of the impala and watched as a whole herd of teenagers piled out of the vehicles. It appears that everyone had been at the diner meeting.

"Wow, you brought the whole crew to the meeting didn't you?" I asked the crowd as I watched the whole group head up the stairs.

"We were led to believe that you were dangerous or something," Derek said to me tauntingly, raising a brow.

"Test me and find out," I snapped back dangerously.

"Hunny, don't threaten the old man, he might hurt himself," Stiles said as he brushed by me, towing Derek by his hand.

"Did he just call me an old man?" I asked looking at Cas in disbelief.

"Yes Dean, he did," Cas answered honestly. I rolled my eyes at his usual bluntness.

"That was sarcasm, Cas- remember? We use sarcasm. I thought you were working on that," I said, trying not to laugh. His bluntness could be irritating, but it was also adorable.

"Well, I am Dean," he answered. I just snorted at that. Although, I had to admit, he was getting better.

Chris waited until last and we followed him up a set of metal steps. Ugh, I hate stairs. When we got to the top there was a huge metal door that had been pushed aside to reveal a very spacious room. There were two couches and a tv, and a small kitchen off to the side, with one wall completely made of windows. But that was it. It was kind of bare actually, but livable. Definitely a bachelor pad. The apparent 'pack' had situated themselves into various places in the spacious room. Sam, Cas and I stepped inside the door, but stayed where we were, all more comfortable with an easy exit. Just in case. The boy named Stiles and the commanding one were standing between the rest of the room and us protectively. There was a pause and I took my time to survey the other occupants of the room.

Chris was closest to us, with the sheriff at his side. Lydia was on the couch with two other girls. One was a pretty Asian girl with perfect skin and geeky clothes, the other an aggressive looking brunette that had some serious crazy eyes. On the arm of the couch with the girls sat a tall teen with golden curls and angular features. On the next couch sat a muscular kid with reddish brown hair and blue eyes, and beside him was a dark skinned, skinny kid. Beside that couch stood a man, a damn good looking man with spiked brown hair, perfect skin and blue eyes. Which left one more, the grouchy dark one. Derek. Still don't like him.

Every single person in this room is good looking. What the hell do they feed the kids in this town? I desperately wanted to know who was what. The Derek guy and maybe the man beside him seemed to be the biggest threats to me so far, the loose cannons. Chris broke the silence first.

"Sam, Dean, Castiel- this is Scott McCall, the packs alpha. And this, is Stiles Stilinski, his second in command," he said formally.

"And the pack mom," The aggressive looking girl added. Stiles shot her what looked like a proud smile. Pack mom? Okay weird.

Scott and Stiles walked forward, extending their hands. We all shook hands and they retreated back to their defensive position in front of their pack.

"And you are, what?" I asked bluntly. They still hadn't told us. Stiles snorted and Scott turned his head to meet the other boys eyes. They nodded their heads and turned back to us. And they shifted.