The Angel and The Righteous Man {Destiel- DeanxCastiel}

Chapter 34: Back in Beacon Hills

"Stiles is like a machine when he's all alpha fox," Dean cursed. "Like- some of us need more than one bathroom break!"

This wasn't the first time the hunter had been muttering about Stiles. We had been driving for nearly 24 hours... and only stopped once for food and a bathroom break. We were an hour out of Beacon Hills, and it couldn't come soon enough for any of the exhausted pack members. Or Dean. His patience were long gone, and no one had slept in at least 2 days, including him. It put him in a state of complete grouchiness.

"Like I get it- some of his 'pups' were injured or whatever... but they've got werewolf healing! They're literally fine! So why the big hurry?" He continued to rant, not really speaking to me.

"And if it was Sam?" I asked gently. When Dean was in moods like this... anything could set him off.

Dean peered at me fiercely, and I was worried I had done exactly what I didn't want to do by saying those words. But then he sighed and his face sagged, taking on a look of exhaustion and defeat. Relief washed over me- that was a close one. I hated arguing with Dean.

"I guess you're right..." he trailed off. "If it was Sammy... I wouldn't stop until I saw he was okay with my own two eyes."

I snuck my hand across the seat and grabbed my hunter's hand, giving it a light squeeze.

"I know you're tired- everyone is. But Stiles wouldn't be putting everyone through another sleepless night if he could help it. You know that. He's an alpha fox of a Wolfpack and his pups are injured. I imagine he isn't entirely himself right now." I explained softly.

Dean nodded silently in acknowledgment, his eyes still on the road. I continued speaking, both for something to do and to keep him awake.

"You two really are very much alike," I mused, thinking of all of the times one had reminded me of the the other. Their sarcasm, their need to protect those they love, the way they find 'family' in the people around them, and their subtle intelligence.

"You callin' me an alpha Cas?" Dean asked, an
amused smile on his face.

I gave him a wicked grin and said, "Perhaps."

He smirked just as we pulled in at the loft. We watched as Stiles slammed his door open as the Jeep ground to a halt and he instantly booked it into the loft with his fox speed.

"He's not in a hurry is he?" Dean rolled his eyes and got out of the Impala.

I focused on his movements as he stretched his tired muscles, catching a glimpse of his flat stomach as his shirt rode up. I bit my lip and my eyes moved up his body, only to find a pleased, smug smirk on Dean's face.

"Like what you see?" He asked huskily.

"I've never seen anything so beautiful," I answered, enjoying the blush that immediately flushed his face.

His hair was a mess from the numerous times he had wiped his hand over his face and through the short strands to keep himself awake. There were slight bags under his sleepy green eyes and the stubble on his chin was slightly longer than usual. My finger itched to scratch the prickly stubble. Before I let myself get too carried away with the gorgeous man in front of me, I averted my eyes to the pack members filing into the loft.