The Angel and The Righteous Man {Destiel- DeanxCastiel}

Chapter 33: The wolf

I was still staring at the apparently unconscious black wolf, it's chest rising and falling with each breath. That was some freaky shit. Derek was dead. And then his body just... transformed into a real live wolf. And by transformed I mean shrank and shifted and twisted and whatever other word you could possibly use to describe it. How insane is that? Did it have something to do with Kate's spell? Did he even die at all? Or was his death what triggered the change? That was something I had only seen from shapeshifters... but Derek's a werewolf. They're not supposed to be able to do that.

"What the hell?!" Stiles demanded, scrambling up and pulling Isaac with him. "What- What happened?" What the hell is right.

"Derek just... faded into... that," I tried to explain, my hands flailing around as they gestured to the black wolf in front of us. I didn't understand what had happened either.

Stiles eyes got even wider, his eyeballs huge in his face. He fell to his knees beside the sleeping wolf, reaching a hand out to touch it. Purple sparks ignited between his finger tips and the fur- and he pulled back with a frightened yelp. I took a little step back in surprise. Okay, also very weird. I looked at Cas for help, but he just shrugged- he had no idea either. Oh great. Even the angel hadn't seen anything like this.

"Derek?" Stiles asked quietly, his tone uncertain. He seemed to be focusing on something that no one else could see... and then suddenly his face cleared. "How is this possible?" He whispered in awe.

"Is that him?" Isaac asked in disbelief. Stiles nodded, his face serious as he considered his thoughts.

"Wait, Talia Hale could do this, couldn't she? She could transform into a full wolf form. Deaton told us about it. Because she was the Hale alpha. Is that what happened?" Stiles wondered aloud, the question rhetorical based on the faraway look in his eyes.

But Derek isn't an alpha- is he? No. I had seen his eyes- they were blue, not red. I assume this Talia Hale must be his mother? Or maybe his sister- I'm not sure. Stiles just stared at the wolf as his mind worked. I glanced around at the other faces, everyone was just as shocked as we were. But also relieved and hopeful. Derek's alive.

Suddenly the sleeping wolf stirred, opening its eye lids to reveal bright blue irises. Derek's wolf eyes. His real ones, not the golden ones from earlier in the week.

"Derek?" Stiles asked again. He hesitated for a moment, and then threw his arms around the black wolf gratefully. "Oh Derek, thank god."

He kept his arms around him tightly, his eyes closed. As Stiles held the black wolf, it began to shift. His body seemed to shiver and move, and then within seconds there was a human in Stiles arms. A human Derek. A very naked human Derek. His arms moved, snaking their way around Stiles body, and his eyes flicked open to reveal his still very blue wolf eyes. I sighed with relief. I worried he might be trapped as a wolf, but that clearly wasn't the case. The grouchy wolf and I didn't usually get along, but I was still happy that he was alive.

"Stiles?" Derek asked in his deep voice.

"Derek!" Stiles exclaimed again in an utterly delighted voice. I felt a smile stretch across my face at the sight of the two lovers in each other's arms- ignoring the fact that Derek was still very much naked.

"Der- you were dead," Stiles stammered in a shaky voice. He was clinging to Derek's body like he might disappear. Not that I was complaining, he was hiding most of the nakedness. Not that Derek's not a good looking guy... but I so didn't need to see that. The only guy I ever wanted to see naked was Cas- I'd like to keep it that way. I glanced at my angel to see him watching Derek and Stiles too, a look of relieved happiness on his usually stoic face.