Apple Pie

Untitled Part 3

"Son of a bitch! How the hell did you figure this out?" Dean shouted at Gabriel.

"Being an angel has its perks," Gabriel responded before turning his head to grin at Castiel.

"Don't you agree, Cassie?"

Derek muttered, "I knew they couldn't be human... Wait, angels are real?" to himself while Castiel fixed Gabriel with a withering glare until Dean flipped around to face him.

"So you're tellin' me you knew about this?"

Cas sighed deeply and wouldn't meet Dean's eyes. "Yes, Dean, I realized from the moment Derek walked through the door."

Dean's eyes widened in betrayal and rage. He shot up to stand in the middle of the room. "So let me get this straight: My son is dating a leather clad werewolf and my husband and his brother, both angels, knew this whole fucking time but didn't feel the need to tell me?"

"Someone give Dean a prize," Gabriel leered.

Dean ignored the angel and instead focused his furious gaze on Stiles.

"Get that thing out of my house," he commanded harshly.

"He's not a thing!" Stiles growled back.

"Stiles, if you don't get it out of this house in the next 30 seconds, you'll regret it."

Derek's eyes glowed bright red and a low growl trickled past his lips. No one threatened his boyfriend. Not even Stiles' father.

Dean reeled back in surprise. Not only was Stiles dating a werewolf, he was dating an alpha. Considering that Derek could change the color of his eyes without shifting indicated that he was a powerful alpha at that... Fuck.

After taking a deep breath, Derek's eyes switched back to their beautiful green and he stiffly strode towards the door. He had his hand on the doorknob when Stiles grabbed ahold of his right arm.

"You don't have to go," Stiles pleaded.

Derek pressed his lips into a thin line as he stroked Stiles' freckled face. "Yes I do."

"Is this goodbye?" Stiles asked, voice breaking.

Derek gave him a sad smile and stared into Stiles' golden-brown eyes for a few more seconds before silently letting him go.

With that, he walked out the door leaving Stiles frozen in shock. The sound of the door finally closing had Stiles snapping out of his horrified petrification.

A dreadful silence swept across the room, filling up with unsaid emotions until they finally flooded.

"Look, Stiles-" Dean began

"You!" Stiles snarled. "This is all your fault!"

"Now, Stiles," Cas said, attempting to sooth the tense situation.

"And you!" Stiles shouted, pointing a finger at Castiel. "You just let him kick Derek out. Like you didn't even care."

Gabriel stepped towards his nephew, trying to lay one hand on Stiles' shoulder. "Kiddo, I'm on your side but sometimes these things happen-"

"No," Stiles cut his uncle off. The boy stepped backwards before Gabriel's fingers even touched his skin. "If you hadn't said Derek was a werewolf none of this would've happened!"

Stiles backed away from his family with tears in his eyes. "I love him," he said softly.

Dean clenched his fists at the thought of his son even communicating with that monster. "Stiles, you don't love that thing," Dean said coldly.

Stiles flinched at his Pop's unforgiving statement.

"No, no, no," he whispered to himself. Stiles grabbed his skull trying to drown out Dean's words.

"You're just young, you'll get over it."

"No, no, no," Stiles repeated. His body started to shake when the tears in his eyes began to swim down his face, as if they themselves were running from the undeniable pain coursing through Stiles' body.

Cas began to sense something in the air, a buzz. Looking over at Gabriel, he could tell his brother felt it too. "Stop talking Dean," Castiel whispered to his husband, but Dean being well, Dean, didn't listen.

"Stiles, he's a werewolf," Dean said, obviously disgusted.

"Not to mention 24."

"Stop it," Stiles said, his body beginning to shake more and more as he held himself, rocking back and forth. If Castiel didn't know any better, he would've said that the floorboards began to rock with him.

Not being a supernatural creature couldn't stop Sam from feeling the tingling sensation running through the room, making the hairs on his arms and legs stand on end. He knew that feeling. It was the same feeling he got when he was around a powerful demon, an angel, or worse. The feeling made his stomach turn in circles and his pulse began to speed up. Something was going horribly wrong.

"I know what you need son and it ain't that dog," Dean continued.

The room grew colder and a breeze that hadn't been there before began to pick up. The other men watched in horror as jagged spiderwebs splintered across all the windows.

"Dean, stop talking!" Castiel demanded.

Dean scoffed unaffected. "In fact, you're lucky I don't go put a bullet in the thing's head right now."

"STOP!" Stiles shrieked.

The windows shattered as Dean, Castiel, Gabriel, and Sam were all thrown violently against a wall, pinned by an invisible force. Books and other objects flew around the room, creating a tornado of chaos and standing right in the middle of the raging storm, was Stiles.

His now upturned face revealed molten gold eyes, the pupils barely visible. He began to stalk towards Dean, a snarl of rage on his face.

As Stiles walked, the whirlwind moved with him, destroying everything in its path. "Remind me where you want to put a bullet in Derek?" Stiles thundered. "Go ahead and refresh my fucking memory, old man."

As Stiles got closer and closer, it became harder and harder for the men to breathe. The invisible force that pinned Castiel to the wall was so strong that even using what was left of his angelic power, he still couldn't reject its strength. Looking at his brother, Cas could see Gabriel pushing against the invisible weight to no avail.

"Tell him you didn't mean it!" Cas yelled at Dean, trying to project his voice over the sound of the storm.

Dean said nothing

A shard of glass impaled itself into the wall right next to Sam's left eye. "Goddammit Dean!"

At this point Stiles was only yards away and Dean had no choice but to give in.

"Stiles, I didn't mean it. I don't want to shoot Derek," Dean shouted, lying to his son.

Stiles barred his teeth. "Liar!"

His advancement quickened and the storm expanded with his fury.

"Stiles, I'm only trying to do what's best for you," Dean yelled.

"I hate you! I fucking hate you!" Stiles screamed.

Suddenly, his face of rage began to dissolve and the storm subsided with it. Now, all Stiles' face held was sorrow. His steps started to drag and the men were all released from the wall. His family rushed towards Stiles but it was too late.

"I-" Stiles wheezed, but never was able to finish as he crashed out of consciousness. Within seconds, his heartbeat had stopped.