The Fox and The Wolf - Book Two {Sterek}

Chapter 4: Coffee and cinnamon buns

The next morning Stiles and I woke up around 8:30am to the sound of uncertain voices. The hunters and the angel were back, I could smell them. Sam smelled like clean strawberries and fresh sage, and Dean smelled like a combination of soap, whisky and pepper. Castiel had a strange scent, probably due to the fact that he's an angel, smelling of lemons and open flames, but with the underlying current of Dean's scent as well. That comes with spending a lot of time in close proximity with the other, and from what I've seen it makes sense. Castiel was never far from the sassy hunter, and vice versa. They had no sense of personal space, but not in a PDA way. More of an unconscious need to be near each other at all times. Stiles would say they're soul mates, and perhaps he's not far off. Although an angel with a human seemed completely crazy. How old was Castiel anyway?

I shook myself out of my thoughts when Stiles gave me a little nudge.

"Go see what they want," he said sleepily. And I glared at him.

"Why don't you go see what they want?" I snapped.

"Because if you want to get laid later, you're going to do it," he said simply. I chuckled at that, he wouldn't withhold sex from me. "Yes I would, sour wolf. Don't doubt my self control."

"What self control? You don't have any self control!" I scoffed. He just raised a brow. I decided I didn't want to test the theory. I growled and rolled out of the bed, pulling on a clean pair of sweats. When I glanced back down at my dozing mate he had a grin on his face. My mood softened at the sight and I kissed him quickly.

I went downstairs and the three were just about to leave again, the air full of awkward and unsure scents. They turned when they heard me on the stairs and their eyes widened at my bare chested, hair standing on end appearance.

"Did we wake you?" Castiel asked in his deep voice. I frowned.

"We aren't morning people. Even the pack knows no sooner than 8," I said testily. "And you didn't even bring coffee."

"Well- it's after 8," Dean said matter of factly. I glared at him. "Cas, can you get the grouchy wolf some coffee please?" I glared harder. That was way too close to Stiles's nickname, and only he was allowed to use it.

One minute the angel was there, the next he was gone. 2 minutes passed and he reappeared with four hot coffees and a small white bag. I sniffed experimentally, cinnamon buns and a muffin. And they were from my favourite cafe. Sam and Dean each took a coffee, Sam with a thanks and Dean with a peck on Castiel's cheek, making themselves comfortable on the couch. Sam had the muffin in his hand, and Dean had taken a cinnamon bun. At the smell of the delicious mixture of cinnamon buns and coffee, I heard Stiles get out of bed. He bounded down the stairs in a pair of sweats too, also missing a shirt. I admired his bare torso and tried to keep my mouth from watering as I spotted his adorable bed head.

"Do I smell cinnamon buns from our favourite place?" He asked excitedly. I nodded, and Castiel handed him the bag and coffees. "Thanks angel!"

Dean was glancing between the two of us open-mouthed, obviously looking at our bare torsos. "What?" I demanded.

"What the hell do they feed the teenagers in this town?" He asked sarcastically. Stiles just grinned at him and I rolled my eyes. It takes work to keep my body in this shape- it's not as if it just happens. Stiles- well yeah, that sort of just happened. He had muscles before the change, but not like this. And he definitely wasn't the working out type.

"Spinach- Popeyes secret," Stiles said, swinging his arm and covering one eye. I wanted to groan at the reference. Dean laughed. Oh lord.

I looked to the angel, "Thanks for that- I didn't mean to take advantage or anything," I said uncertainly. "Although, it's the least you barbarians could do for waking me," I tacked on the end, not wanting Dean to think I'm being too nice.