The Angel and The Righteous Man {Destiel- DeanxCastiel}

Chapter 23: Waking the wolf

The next morning Sam had us up and ready to leave for the loft at 8 o'clock in the morning. He had already been for his morning run- insert Dean's eye roll here- and hadn't gotten him and Dean coffees yet. Which, in turn, made Dean grumble as he slid into the drivers seat of the impala.

"Sam- it's too early. Shouldn't we wait for them to call?" Dean whined with a yawn.

"Dean, it's so not early! Jeez. You should start getting up earlier, forming good habits-," Sam started to lecture but Dean cut him off.

"Don't test me Sammy," he snapped. But he reached over and ruffled his younger brothers hair affectionately.

Now it was Sam's turn to whine, "Dean!" He said, fixing his hair with a frown.

I smiled at the two brothers, my chest filling with warmth. I couldn't have asked for a better family, and they certainly loved me more than my real family ever did. I watched Dean focus on his driving, his hands drumming on the wheel to the beat of his favourite rock music. His strong, perfect hands reminded me of last nights events and I blushed at the thought.

I was under the impression that Dean wasn't ready yet, and I was okay with that. I could wait as long as he needed me to. I only wanted him to do what he wanted to do, no more. And yesterday, when I had admitted that we were together in front of so many others- I wasn't sure how he would feel about that. But it appears that he liked it, very much. And his way of thanking me- well- I wasn't going to complain.

I've had sex once before, with the rouge reaper. It had felt really great. But even that didn't compare to how Dean had made me feel last night. What he had done with his mouth, and this tongue- I shivered at the memory. It was nothing short of amazing. The fact that it was Dean doing it, and not someone else, made it that much more enjoyable. I had wanted to repay the favour, but I knew that he was tired. I would get him back for that. I finished the thought just as we parked at the loft, Dean and Sam already getting out of the vehicle. I flew outside quickly and placed my hand in Dean's. The smile that stretched across his face was breathtaking, and he gave my hand a little squeeze before heading for the stairs with me in tow.

He opened the loft door like he owned the place, and I almost rolled my eyes. We got inside and it was completely empty. I used my angel powers and found two bodies in a room upstairs. Both stirred at the sound of the door and I listened to their whispered conversation.

"Go see what they want," Stiles said sleepily.

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

"Because if you want to get laid later, you're going to do it," Stiles answered. Derek chuckled at that, and Stiles continued after a second. "Yes I would, sour wolf. Don't doubt my self control."

I didn't understand, that didn't seem to fit into the conversation, but I let it go as Derek spoke again.

"What self control? You don't have any self control!" He scoffed. He rolled out of the bed and pulled on some clothes. I came back to the present when Dean pulled on my arm. I turned to see him and Sam turning to awkwardly leave again. But Derek was coming down the stairs and we turned to see his bare chest and wild bed head.

"Did we wake you?" I asked, already knowing the answer. Derek frowned.

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

"Well- it's after 8," Dean said matter of factly. Derek glared at him. "Cas, can you get the grouchy wolf some coffee please?" He asked, turning to me with his cheeky grin.

I nodded and expanded my wings quickly, enjoying the look on Dean's face momentarily before flying away. I flew to a small, local cafe that looked promising and grabbed 4 coffees, 3 cinnamon rolls and a healthier looking muffin for Sam. I reappeared at the loft a few moments later with the coffees and bag in hand. I watched as Derek sniffed the air and then smiled. Well, it was more like a twitch of his lips than a smile. Sam and Dean immediately helped themselves, and Sam smiled at me gratefully when he spotted the muffin.