Oh, yeah, everything is unbeta'd. All my mistakes are my own. Also, didn't do quite as many re-reads and edits so there will probably be more mistakes than usual.

Disclaimer: Kripke owns all Supernatural characters. Teen Wolf characters belong to Jeff Davis. I'm only borrowing them.

I honestly have no idea why but I read this pairing and found it fascinating. Go figure. Now my mind won't let it go so I have to work on this some to let my other muses be heard. Hopefully it won't be to bad. Still working on other WIPs as well.

Pairing: Dean/Derek - possibly very graphic. This is my third attempt at something like this, and this one in particular is only because this muse wouldn't leave me alone. Please let me know what you think, constructively.

Overall Warnings: Rated M for swearing, graphic sexual content with alpha/omega undertones, implied forced sex of a curse/spell origin and other adult subject matter.

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Chapter 1 - Late Night Guest

Cool air ghosted lightly over his sleep warm skin as Dean nestled face down into the standard flat motel pillow. He ignored the slight stale fragrance of the pillow that was mostly disguised by the motel's cheap detergent. His hand automatically tightened on the handle of his hunting knife held securely under the pillow as he shifted then drifted into a deeper sleep.

Seconds later, or so it seemed, he sensed something watching him and another's presence in the room with him. He gripped the knife tightly and waited while his exposed flesh erupted goose bumps all over from the sensation. Considering that he was only clothed in his boxers and the sheet had shifted to his ankles in his restless sleep, most of his skin pimpled up in addition to his short hair standing on end.

He barely heard the soft shift of something's weight to his left and spun to attack but it was fast, too fast. It jumped on top of him and pinned him to the bed before he could even fully turn. A sharp blow to his wrist knocked his knife to the floor. The creature settled on the back of his hips and what felt like a human arm pinned his shoulders down. Luckily, the position of his face on the pillow still allowed him to breathe. Warm breath ghosted over his right ear, causing instinctual shivers.

"Why are you here?" it growled harshly in to said ear.

"Who's askin'?" Dean retorted in kind, not realizing that his body had already slightly, unconsciously, relaxed as he recognized the creature's voice.

"You know very well who's askin'," it grumbled ungraciously. "Dean." Dean gave a slight snort of amusement, only to have it apply more pressure to his shoulders. "Why. Are. You. Here?"

"Christ," Dean huffed out irritably. "Don't be such a sour wolf. Let me up."

"As soon as you answer the question," it conceded tensely.

"Well, I was thinking about a little sumthin' sumthin' but, considering your mood," Dean flirted playfully then trailed off, panting slightly. He was having a harder time catching his breath under the weight of it and its arm pressing down on his back. That was the only reason he was panting. Well, that, and it always pissed him off to be pinned down. Defenseless. Especially around, well, mainly by, the supernatural.

"Don't," it warning bitingly, not appreciating the play, or the evasion, for that matter. It applied more pressure to his back. It needed answers and it needed them quickly.

"Damn it!" Dean cursed irritably then sighed heavily, "Okay. Okay. But could we, at least, actually talk about this face-to-face?"

After a moment of no response, he huffed again and warned begrudgingly, "Fine. At least, let up some or I will pass out on your ass." He wasn't lying either. The pressure not only was cutting off part of his airways and flattening his lungs, it also was hurting his previous injury from the wendigo he flamed a day ago.

A sudden frustrated growl sounded in his ear before there was another shove against his shoulders and the arm was removed. He inhaled sharply and sagged with relief as air once again filled his lungs. He twisted slightly to look up into the eyes of his attacker. The position put additional pressure on his wound so he flipped quickly under the wolf then relaxed onto his back.

He stared up into the wolf's pale green eyes and took in his slightly gaunt face. Even though, the wolf's complexion was still tan, he could see the wolf was paler than the last time he'd seen it. The dark hair and stubble only accented its pallor. Apparently, the last month and a half hadn't been kind to the wolf. It was shirtless, showing off its perfect abs and lean body. Its jeans hung loose on its hips but Dean didn't know if they were bought that way or weight loss had caused it so he didn't know if there was reason for increased concern. He found that he had to ask seriously, "Should I be worried?"

"Depends," the wolf allowed guardedly as it leaned over its prey. Its hands landed on either side of his face as he kept eye contact with it. "Why are you here? And try not to lie this time. Wolves have a way of detecting lies."

"Seriously?" Dean verified with some amazement. It nodded solemnly and Dean stared hard into its eyes for a moment longer, doing his own brand of lie detecting, before he finally stuttered slightly, "I, uh, well, I, um . . . ah, hell."

He huffed in disgust at his pathetic school girl imitation but the lie detecting thing had seriously thrown him off. He had to confirm again hesitantly. "Seriously? Lie-detecting powers? You never mentioned that before. Why didn't you mention that before?" It arched its eyebrows as its only response while it continued to wait.

"Hell," Dean exhaled harshly again, knowing deep down that it wasn't lying. He wasn't sure what to do now. After all, most of Dean's repertoire was lies and evasions. Any, and every, thing but the truth. He didn't do well with the truth, in any capacity. Considering his current position, he guessed that he had to at least try. "Fine. I, um, I just . . . just wanted to check up on you. Make sure you were okay. Alright?"

It cocked its head to the side as it continued to study the man beneath it for honesty, using all its senses. It was hard, though, with all the information its senses were giving it. It needed more answers. "Why? Why here? Why now? When you've never been here before."

"Read some articles recently. Seemed like a good time to check in," Dean allowed vaguely.

"Why? The sacrifices?" It prodded unrelentingly.

"Among others," he answered evasively before adding solemnly, "Like your sister." It closed its eyes and deflated briefly in remembrance. Dean followed up firmly, "You found the killer, didn't you? Avenged her? Before you left?"

It quickly regained its equilibrium and nodded before returning to its previous line of questioning, "News flash, pretty boy. Took care of that over two years ago. And I know that you know that so again, why now, Dean? It was only a one-night thing, right? Over six weeks ago. Excuse me if I have some doubts about your sincerity. I've learned not to trust hunters, the hard way."

Dean exhaled heavily, "Yeah. Got that, too, from the history. Six weeks?"

"Yeah."

"Huh." Dean commented vaguely and blinked a couple of time, as though he had trouble assimilating that information, because he did.

"So?" It prodded insistently.

"Look," he huffed irritably. "I didn't . . . shit. Six . . ." Where the hell did the time go? Oh, yeah. Sam. Cas. The Fallen. Shit. His life was shit.

It rolled its eyes and snapped out, "Oh, for the love of . . . It's not like it was a thing or anything, man. It was a freakin' one night event when we both . . . There was no reason to see each other again so stop trying to play the making-up loser boyfriend and answer the damn question because I sure as hell ain't the girl in this."

"Damnit, Derek, it's not that simple," Dean growled irritably.

"Never is," Derek dismissed sarcastically.

"Listen, asshat, . . ."

"Why were you even looking for me?" Derek interrupted with a hint of menace. "Why here? Where I wasn't to begin with?"

"I wasn't," Dean snapped back. "Not initially anyway, but I hunt. You know that. Had one close by then got a call to check out this area out. Did a search. Beacon Hills came up. Then you. Your family. Recent unexplained things. And . . ."

"And you came to hunt me," Derek snarled angrily.

"No, asshat! I came to help you," Dean argued stubbornly. "Or, at least, see if you needed any."

"Help me?" Derek repeated uncomprehendingly. "How do you know . . ."

"There's something a lot powerful here. Others have sensed it. That's the shit I deal with, Derek. Wolves aren't really my specialty, except for the occasional omega roaming and killing in the cities," Dean snapped out quickly, getting pissed off at the continual accusation.

"And the recent wolf attacks?" Derek prodded unwaveringly.

"Not you," Dean insisted firmly.

"You really believe that?" Derek verified darkly.

"Yes," Dean answered without hesitation. Derek paused, blinkingly, as though he was unable to comprehend Dean's answer. Dean narrowed his eyes and prodded harshly, "What? You're lie-detector powers on the blink? Or do they just not work with me?"

"How can you be so sure?" Derek demanded hoarsely, ignoring Dean's taunting accusations.

"You're not a killer," he answered bluntly. "I know killers and you aren't one."

"I've killed," Derek admitted darkly.

"Not innocents," Dean argued.

"Innocents, Dean," Derek hissed that confirmation out harshly while his eyes flashed bright blue. "That's why my eyes are blue and not yellow, like a typical beta."

Dean stared at him a long moment, digesting that new piece of information, before he guessed accurately, "Not recently, though. And not on purpose. Everyone has their regrets, their accidents, but you are still not a killer. And you're not responsible for what's happening here now."

Derek closed his eyes briefly before he sighed regretfully, "Maybe I am."

"You're not."

"I am, even if it's only somewhat responsible," Derek insisted softly.

Dean narrowed his eyes and demanded curiously, "Why? What do you mean?"

"Trusted the wrong person. Again," he mumbled remorsefully. "Which brings us back to you. Vengeance is over, sacrifices are over and the remnants of the Alpha Pack are assimilated. There's nothing here for you to hunt." He leaned back and steeled himself then got off of Dean's hips and the bed. "Go home, Dean."

Derek turned to walk out of the motel room but didn't count on Dean rushing him. Dean slammed into his back and pressed him hard up against the wall. He automatically growled in response to the attack and the pinning. His wolf's blue eyes flashed blue before he could push his wolf back down and calm it back down. It took all he had not to just retaliate. He actually had to fight his wolf extremely hard this time so it took him a minute to catch up to what the hunter was saying.

"What the hell, man? Where the hell do you get off ordering me around? I'm not one of your little teenage betas, you ass. I'm a grown man who is older than your pup self and a freakin' hunter who can totally kick your ass, if I wanted to," Dean hissed into Derek's ear then slowly enunciated. "I will do whatever I want, whenever I want. Got it." He shoved hard against Derek's shoulders with emphasis.

Derek glared back over his shoulder at the hunter and questioned bluntly, "And what do you want, Dean? What do you want to do?"

The sweet scent of arousal that had been lightly wafting in the air throughout their entire talk suddenly saturated the air between them. It oozed out of the hunter's pores, even though Dean shoved him again slightly then backed away suddenly. Derek could still smell the sweet tang of arousal through the worn leather, gun oil, and sandalwood as well as something that was uniquely Dean.

"Nothing," Dean insisted bitterly. He also wondered what the hell he was doing here as he stalked back to the bed. "I don't want a damn thing. Go on and get the hell out of here. We're done." He was damn sure that he wasn't going back to sleep after this but it was the only logical action he could come up with besides starting a kick ass fight he knew he wouldn't be able to win in his condition.

"So you're leaving then?" Derek verified curiously, trying to ignore the sinking feeling inside him, as he turned to face the hunter.

Dean continued toward the bed with his back to Derek while he answered without concern, "Not now. Need sleep. Been a long drive. Have a lot longer drive back. And there's no way I'm crashing my baby. Now, get your ass the hell out of my room. And next time don't come in uninvited or I'll put a silver bullet in your ass."

Derek stared at the hunter's sleek, nude back, admiring the muscle tone and natural grace. He wished he could say that he was immune to Dean. He should be, especially after Kate, after Jennifer, after what happens with every hook up he's ever had. Dean was an exception, probably because it was only for one night. Anything more and it would probably end up just as disastrous as all the others. And, all that this recent trip down memory lane did was just reminded him of what a horrible idea this would be.

Unfortunately, the wolf inside him ignored all the memories as well as all other reason. The wolf in him relied on instinct which included responding appropriately to the signals, and pheromones, that the hunter let out in waves. The wolf in him wanted . . . really, really wanted . . . and it was stronger than him at the moment.

Dean grunted in pain as Derek flew at and impacted his back. The motion propelled them both onto the bed but Dean twisted in the air in an attempt to get the upper hand. Or, at the very least, he turned to avoid being trapped like last time. He didn't quite make it.

Dean exhaled sharply as he landed on his back with Derek on top of him. All the air in his lungs knocked out of him. He blinked rapidly while he struggled to get some air back into his body. His hands automatically shoved against the wolf's weight.

Derek's eyes blazed bright blue over him as Derek leaned over and hissed into his face, "You need to control your emotions better, Dean. You can deny it all you want but, even now, I can still smell, and taste, your arousal. Just like that first night."

"Bull-"

Derek stopped the rest of Dean's denying curse with his mouth. It wasn't a kiss by any stretch of imagination. Instead, a forceful mash of their lips and teeth while Derek easily forced his tongue into Dean's gasping mouth. One of his hands slid up and gripped Dean's hair before pulling it forcefully, angling Dean's mouth into a better position for deeper penetration.

Dean tried to bite back his moan but it was hard when someone else was engaged with your teeth. And tongue. And, oh, God, it'd been so long since he'd felt, well, anything, especially this. This was so much better than the nothing he'd had inside him for so long.

He knew he must be insane as he felt his treacherous body respond to Derek's forceful attack, in spite of Dean's completely rational bid to fight the wolf off of him. Only now, instead of pushing Derek off like he should, his unruly hands were now pulling the wolf closer. His arms wrapped around the wolf's neck locking him in tighter as his weary legs relaxed then fell apart, allowing the wolf's weight to settle between them.

Derek felt the hunter's response and subconscious submission so he lightened the force of his attack on Dean's senses. He still held Dean's hair in a tight grip but he wasn't yanking it anymore. He kept Dean's head correctly angled so that he could completely map out the inside of the hunter's mouth while his other hand slowly caressed the hunter's neck and jaw.

Dean moaned low with hunger as Derek's tongue carefully lapped and explored every inch of his mouth. Derek kissed as though he could do it for hours and still not be finished. The same way that Dean always kissed the women he seduced.

Dean's blood raced with arousal which pooled inside his groin. The lack of air increased his pulse even more and he knew he would pass out soon if Derek didn't let up. Dean really didn't want to be the one to break away. In his mind, they were playing a very pleasurable game of chicken and he never flinched first. Except with Cas, and staring matches, because, hello, angel. No blinking.

He yanked his head away abruptly, gasping for air. Thinking about Cas right now really didn't do anything to help his situation because Cas and sex were just two things that would never go together for Dean without remembering the whore house incident. He shook his misdirected thoughts off quickly as he felt Derek's mouth trace a path across his jaw, down his neck and around to his ear.

Dean hissed with pleasure while he pulled hard on Derek's hair, causing Derek to growl low in his throat and his eyes to flash again. Dean shivered slightly at Derek's glare and wondered once again what the hell he was doing, considering, well, one, he was in bed, having sex with a guy, and, two, the guy in question was a werewolf.

Yeah, he was seriously screwed. But hopefully only in the head. Right?

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