Prologue: Through smiles and grins comes lies and betrayal

Supernatural and Teen wolf DO NOT belong to me, they belong to their rightful owners. CW and MTV,

Warnings for current chapter:

MPreg. Male/Female, Male/Male. Possible mistakes.

~Summary~:

No…not a human….an artic fox. A fox that can control the winter, who helps with the cold weather and the changing of seasons. But he could never allow himself to tell his friends…no matter how excited they'd be to know they have another creature to their pack. He loved them like family, but this was a secret he needed to keep, especially from Derek and Kira, who'd possibly kill him for being what he was. The Kitsune have been angry with Stile's kind since they have both started out….and Stiles couldn't blame them. Stiles' kind was the whole reason they could never turn to their full fox form like he or Malia could. When things first started out, Caspites, the artic foxes and the Kitsune, had an agreement in the beginning. Where one side would take care of the north and the other would take care of the south…but the Caspites became greedy. Wanting all of the land to themselves.

A soft cry escaped the human's lips as he hurried out of the small house, hearing a loud distress cry come from the burnt house behind him. He knew the sounds, the howls and the growls…but he knew if he'd stop, he be shredded before his very eyes. His friends, in the light, may seem cheerful and happy but at night they were creatures absorbed by the moonlight. They scared him slightly but he knew they'd only hurt him if he allowed them to catch him. Coughing into his hand, he realized he allowed a couple of precious breaths to leave his lungs, that he'd quickly regret it once he came to a full stop, kneeling over as he took a couple of breaths. The Howls. They were getting closer and the teen's anxiety grew faster as he finally heard grunts and pants slowly closing in. "Please" the teen whispered "I'm not food…I'm your friend" He whispered. Bright red eyes glared his way over to him and sniffed at him lightly. The teen's scent wafted through the air, but it didn't smell of food or prey, it smelt of delicious pine and leaves. Of the lake from a few miles away and the scent of a storm that's on its way. The red eyed beast licked his chops as he tilted his head back and howled loudly, allowing his members to steer clear of the area around. The only ones that stayed close was Scott, the teen's closest friend and his girlfriend, Allison, who he had turned about a week or two ago. She tried to move closer to the teen but the dark black wolf with red eyes growled at her, telling her a quick no. The teen took the opportunity to gather the rest of his air and ran off, passing by more trees and rocks than he could care for. What he hadn't heard, was the silent howls that danced through his ears, taunting and laughing at him…laughing that he was only a human. A human who had no right to be friends with the beasts.

The next morning, the teen, otherwise known as Stiles, woke up in his bed with quick cry and glanced around, scared of the red eyes that haunt his sleep. Pulling up his blanket he looked down at his attire and frowned. He knew the night before wasn't a dream…but a sad reality he has to face every day of his waking life since his friend was bitten that sad year ago. His friends, all of them, were some sort of supernatural creatures. Scott a wolf, Allison a wolf…Kira a Kitsune or an electric fox, Jackson, Boyd, Erica, Isaac, Aiden, Ethan, Liam….Derek…all are wolves. They even had Malia, who was a dessert fox as well as a Banshee who joined their team otherwise known as Lydia. But what was Stiles? A mere human? Stile looked up from his bed and glanced over at his dresser mirror, frowning lightly. His eyes glazed over a whitish blue, and large white ears shifted to the top of his head. No…not a human….an artic fox. A fox that can control the winter, who helps with the cold weather and the changing of seasons. But he could never allow himself to tell his friends…no matter how excited they'd be to know they have another creature to their pack. He loved them like family, but this was a secret he needed to keep, especially from Derek and Kira, who'd possibly kill him for being what he was. The Kitsune have been angry with Stile's kind since they have both started out….and Stiles couldn't blame them. Stiles' kind was the whole reason they could never turn to their full fox form like he or Malia could. When things first started out, Caspites, the artic foxes and the Kitsune, had an agreement in the beginning. Where one side would take care of the north and the other would take care of the south…but the Caspites became greedy. Wanting all of the land to themselves.

Stiles closed his eyes as a couple of angry tears slipped down his face as he thought about the greed, his fox's features quickly disappearing. The Caspites had turned on the Kitsune, and had deliberately killed half of their kind and then used a witch to cast a nasty spell onto their family. To where not even Stiles or his brother could figure out how to lift it. Derek's family was killed because of the Caspites jealousy of their family love. The Argents had got into the crossfire which had led to the events that haunt Derek today…and to which these events haunt Stiles and his family today as well...where they have to hide who they truly are to everyone around them because of their ancestors stupidity. Stiles quietly shook his head as a couple more tears ran down his face and he was only interrupted by a quick knock on the door. "Huh?" He called out. Stiles heard the loud knob click open and the door bust open with a giddy Scott and a tired looking Lydia. "Let's go we are gonna be late." Said the dark haired teen. Stiles was thankful that he could easily mask his feelings and carefully grinned over at his friends. "Alright, Alright, I'll be down in a minute, Geez"

"You better Stilinski!" Warned Lydia. Stiles sent them a fake grin and watched them leave the room so he could have the privacy he needed to get change. He silently shook his head with a small huff and then threw on his black shirt and a red plaid over shirt. He pulled off his old pants and pulled on a new pair of black jeans and carefully examined his shoes before grabbing his red converse. He pulled them on, tied them and just as he was about to leave the room, his phone rang. Tilting his head to the side he walked over to it, expecting to see the name, "Lydia" scroll across it, but his heart skipped a beat once he read the name, "Cas". He silently sat on his bed as he pressed the small green phone on his phone and brought it up to his ear.

"Castiel? It's been a while" He said softly, almost confused at his brother's call. "I thought you said you were gonna stay away for a little while…get use to your mate and stuff." He said softly. Casitel, Stiles' slightly older brother who was married into the Winchester's pack a whole two years ago. Scott has never met his brother because Castiel lived with their Aunt, Hannah, out in Lawrence, Kansas, who was helping Castiel with the pack's agreement. The eldest Winchester, Dean, had made a peace treaty with the Caspites, and in this agreement he was to marry one of the brothers, which was either he or Cas. Castiel had stepped in and volunteered himself and ever since then, he'd been living with Hannah…which happened right after their mother's death. Castiel had told Stiles that he wasn't going to be able to speak to him for a while…a long while, because he needed to get use to the way the Winchester's pack ran.

"I know" Was the first thing that Cas said, "But….I allowed Dean into my heart a lot quicker than I thought I was" He said sincerely.

"Why?"

"He….He saved me…and ever since then I gave my heart to him and I have helped ran his pack for the past year….I truly do love this man Stiles" He said softly. Stiles smiled sadly at the other's confession but he knew he shouldn't be jealous. "That's nice" He whispered. "When….When can I see you again?" He asked.

"I wanted to let you know that I was moving back to Beacon Hills, Family in tow" He said. Family in tow? "The whole pack?" Stiles asked.

"Yes….I'm bearing with pups…well another set of them" Castiel blushed. "And I…it's been so long since I've gone to school and that I've seen you that…I convinced Dean to take me home…and he's agreed…Besides, I need to run with another fox or I'm going to literally kill myself" He teased. Stiles let out a small chuckle and he nodded. "That sounds nice…I haven't let my fox out for a long time…I need this too…..I can't wait to see you...does dad know?" He asked softly.

"Nope, I'm wanting it to be a surprise" Castiel smiled against the phone. Stiles nodded carefully, happy with the decision, knowing their father would be excited to see Castiel again. "Okay…What of the pups you already have?" He asked. "My daughter and son look like a good mix between Dean and I in human form but their animal's sides are very interesting. Our daughter is the fox and our son is a wolf, we think that our second batch will be the opposite, or at least that's what our doctor said." He said. Stiles nodded his head and before he could say any more, a loud couple of honks could be heard from downstairs. He let out a soft sigh while Castiel let out a small chuckle. "
Go, your friends want you to hurry up Stiles." He said. Stiles bit his bottom lip as he carefully looked around and then looked over at a small pictured that he had of he and Cas sitting down near his bed. "Can I call you later today?" He asked, "Of course, Dean will be too busy driving to talk to me" He chuckled lightly. "But, I'll hear from you later then...hurry up and go to school." He said. "Bye Cas…I love you" Stiles said. "I love you too…bye bye" He said. Stiles hung up and quickly picked up his back-pack, a grin practically breaking his face as he ran down the stairs and outside to his broken down, blue jeep. Lydia was sitting in the back while Scott sat in the passenger seat and both looked slightly irritated till they saw Stile's smile.

"Why are you so happy?" Scott asked.

"Someone very special to me is finally coming home" He said, not allowing them any more information. He quietly took his keys out of Scott's outstretched hand and then placed his key into the ignition. With a flick of his wrist, he cringed his nose waiting to hear his engine give out on him, to which in his surprise, it didn't. He smile widen and he patted the jeep's dashboard. "Oh thank you baby" He said happily as he grabbed his stick and pulled down on it to where it clicked on the 'R' and backed out. Once he was out in the street, he smacked the stick up to the 'D' sign and then drove off, excitedly moving to school. What he hadn't realized was the feel of eyes watching him as he drove his friends to school…the red eyes that belonged to a familiar face.

Once at school, Scott finally asked if he had met the special person but Stiles shook his head. "Nope, you don't know them" He said. Lydia raised one of her perfect eyebrows up at Stiles before she folded her arms. "Is this said person your boyfriend/girlfriend?" "What, EW no." He chuckled softly. "Listen guys, you'll meet them later; they are moving down here with their family." He shrugged. "Just be...nice to them…okay" He asked. Scott and Lydia nodded their heads. "Of course Stiles, whatever makes you happy." Stiles nodded his head before he heard the bell to first period and carefully waved his friends off with a grin. "See ya guys." He said. Scott and Lydia parted ways and Stiles hurried off to his first class, and just as he was about to enter, Stiles stopped as he felt eyes watching him, frowning lightly he glanced around till he felt a couple of fingers wrap around the collar of his shirt and then his back slamming into the lockers a moment later. He winced softly before his eyes landed on the man in front of him and his breath hitched. Derek Hale. His red eyes gleamed up at Stiles before they went calm to a gentle blue.

"Hello Stiles."

"Why is it that my back is always to something when I speak to you, sour wolf?" Stiles questioned. Dean continued to glare up at him, to which Stiles frown and looked down at him, "What?"

"You need to stay away from the pack." He ordered. Stiles was slightly confused at this, tilting his head in question. Derek took the hint and he only growled in frustration. "You are a distraction to all of us when we are hunting as our wolves and we want to protect you-"

"You wanted to eat me"

"And because you are just a mere human, you can't protect yourself."

"I've been doing just fine on my own."

"Yes…with the help of others…especially from Scott." He growled. Stiles frowned as he looked away, a small displeased grunt falling to the pit of his stomach. He saw Derek as his Alpha, though he didn't want to. His father, John, was his main alpha but with Stiles hanging out with Derek's pack for so long, he felt like he was one of them.

"Come on Derek…I…I can start staying away from you guys on the full moon" He suggested. "You know...do my own thing"

"That's not necessary…you are a nuisance to our pack"

"Who's sai-"

"Everyone .We are too worried about you getting yourself hurt that we end up getting hurt in the process" Derek snarled. Stiles' heart broke by the sound of anger and disappointment in Derek's voice, that all he could do was nod. "Y…Yes sir" He mumbled. "I'll stay away" He said. Derek dropped Stiles onto the ground and carefully brushed himself off with a soft grin. "See…wasn't too hard now was it?" He asked. A couple of tears filled Stiles' eyes as he looked up at Derek….and soon Derek regretted his decision on letting go of Stiles. The teen's puffy red eyes and the small tremble in his lip said it all….how broken he was.

"Sti-"

"No…I'm out of the pack…" He said and hurried off. He dropped his backpack as he made a quick escape from Derek. Heading to his car as he pulled out his phone, calling his brother. Castiel could hear his phone ring and his lover glanced over at him a bit confused. "Didn't you just talk to your brother?" Dean asked. "He should be in class" Mumbled Castiel. He hummed softly as he picked up the phone and just as he was gonna ask him what's wrong, he heard his little brother sobs. The sobs sounded broken…destroyed.

"Stiles? Stiles, what's wrong?" He asked.

"They hate me"

"Who hates you?"

"My…My pack…They kicked me out" He cried. "I don't k-know what I did w-wrong! All I did was h-help to the best of my ability" He hiccupped. "And even as a st-stupid human I can't…I can't keep a pack Cas." He cried. Castiel's heart broke for his little brother. He didn't know what to do, especially since he was never kicked out of any of his packs. He took a slow gulp of air before saying, "You have a pack…my pack. You know I'd never kick you out" He said. Stiles nodded his head as he wiped as his tears, his sobs slowly becoming silent whimpers. A few feet away, stood Derek while the rest of his pack attended their own classes, could hear the broke wave of Stile's cries. Allison looked up at her mate, and she could see the tears fall down Scott's face. She could see how broken he was and hearing Stile's say Scott hated him, was something he couldn't handle.

"Meet us at the forest tonight, okay?" Castiel said into the phone.

"The forest?" Stiles repeated with a soft sniffle. Stiles nodded his head before wiping the tears and he sighed. "Okay…Okay I'll meet you there." He said softly. Castiel nodded his head with a soft smile. "Good…we'll go for a run…our whole pack." He said. "…I can't wait….I need…I need to be free again" he said.

"I'm gonna let you go now…okay?" Castiel soothed softly. Stiles nodded, forgetting Castiel couldn't see him nod before he muttered and Okay.

"Good…I'll see you tonight" Castiel said before he hung up the phone. Sighing softly Stiles pressed the end call button on his phone and then glanced out of his window. He thought about all the classes he'd have to go through and shook his head. He didn't want to deal with the teachers…his now ex friends/pack. He couldn't handle it. Sighing softly he leaned back in his seat and placed his keys into the ignition, flicking his wrist to turn it off.

"How'd it start off so nice, to end so shitty?" He asked carefully to himself. He grabbed the stick and brought it down to R, reversing into the parking lot, not noticing Derek standing in the middle of the road behind the car. Stiles stopped silently and brought the stick up to 'D', driving back home.

Derek watched Stiles leave the student parking lot and he frowned lightly as he held the teen's back-pack. The bell rang and before Derek had a chance to leave the parking lot, Scott was on Derek, pushing him and practically waiting to hit him. "You didn't nee-" "I did. You would've made it seem like we were going to allow him to keep coming back during the full moons." Derek said. "He's only human." Scott frowned over at him and nodded his head. "Could've done it a much nicer way" Scott growled. Allison was waiting for Scott to come back, as was Lydia and Jackson. Each one of them knew Scott wasn't taking the news very well…but what other option did they have, Stiles would've gotten hurt eventually.

At home, Stiles was cleaning things up and he glanced around the room with a soft sigh. What if Castiel hated him? What if he wanted nothing to do with him once he realizes that Stiles was worthless? Stiles slightly whimpered at the thought of being worthless for his own flesh and blood. Just as he thoughts were getting worse with fear and panic, his father John walked in. Stiles glanced up and sniffed slightly. John frowned softly as he walked over and sat down on his son's bed and he wrapped an arm around Stile's shoulders.

"I got a call from your school, Stiles…What's wrong?" He asked. Stiles looked down at his lap and shook his head, pain eating away at his heart. John sighed softly as he rubbed his hand up and down Stile's arm. "…..Is it about the fox?" He asked and Stiles shook his head no. John sighed and dropped his arm from his son's shoulders. "I can't help you if you can't tell me what's wrong" He pointed out. Stiles nodded his head with a careful sigh and then looked up at John. "Scott and the others don't want me to be their friends anymore" He said vaguely. John was shocked to hear the real answer and carefully nodded his head. "Oh" was all that escaped his lips. Stiles sighed softly as he laid back in his bed and pulled down a small fox like plushy that he kept on his bed above all his pillows. He pulled it close and rolled onto his side, where his back was to his father.

"Stiles…I know they mean a lot to you…but-"

"They were my pack dad." He whimpered softly. John frowned at that before he carefully nodded his head.

"….Maybe this is for the best Stiles" John pointed out, "I mean, Derek was the werewolf that our kind screwed over and Kira wants to destroy us…with good reason." Stiles bit his bottom lip and carefully nod his head.

"You….You're right dad….still though…" He mumbled. "I'm broken" He whispered.

"You're-"

"Dad I am…..I just want to be left alone" He mumbled. John sighed softly and nodded carefully.

"I'll tell you when dinner's done son" He said softly. Stiles stayed quiet, carefully curling around his plushy. John walked out of the room, carefully shutting the door behind him, Stiles tearfully falling into a quiet sleep.

7 hours later, Scott and the rest of the pack followed out of school to the burnt Hale house out in the middle of the woods. Lydia had quietly stood a couple of feet away from Jackson, he felt hurt pass over him. Allison kept Scott close and Kira and Malia carefully kept to themselves. Boyd, Erica and Isaac kept close to one another, wishing they had their bubbly human friend with them. Aiden and Ethan kept close to one another, actually wishing the human was still around and Liam trailed after Scott, like a lost puppy. Each one of them felt the loss of their closest friends and wished there was a way to turn it around and say "Hey Stiles! We were only joking", but they knew there was no joke to what they did. Lydia turned to her friends and waved her arms up in the air, glaring at the rest of them. "Regardless of what Derek said, Stiles is still one of our closest friends. Why is it that we have to turn a blind eye to our broken friend?"

"Because we ca-"

"Isn't that Stile's decision?" She asked. Most of them turned their heads the other way or thought over what Lydia said. "I mean think about it, he has been there for each and every one of us. Scott, he was there for you when you were changing for the first time. I mean, he was there for me a lot when Jackson wasn't here and he was here for everyone when no one else could." She said. She soon felt a presence behind her, to where she swirled around and spotted Derek. Derek glared down at her and before he could say anything, Jackson spoke up and said, "We need Stiles back". Derek sighed as he looked around at everyone and he can see the determined faces on each one of them. "Okay…fine…but first we need to check something out" He said. Scott tilted his head to the side as Derek spoke.

"What does that have to do about getting Stiles back?" He asked.

"Apparently Stiles is meeting up with someone who is going to be in the woods later on tonight" He said. The rest of the group had to stop and register what was being said to them because…that didn't make any sense. Why would Stiles meet some random person out in the middle of the forest.

"We have to help him." Spoke up Malia. Everyone turned their heads to her, wondering when she got there and she quickly blushed. "Sorry…Just got here." She said. "Uh huh" Lydia murmured. Malia sighed softly as she walked over to her friends and stood with them. "Whether you want to admit it or not Derek…He's one of us…supernatural creature or not." She said. "So if he's in danger…or he's agreed to something. We should stand up for him and be there for him like he has been for us." She said. Everyone nodded or said their agreements while Derek thought it over. "Fine…but if he gets hurt because of this, it's not on my head." He said. "Get ready to head out, they probably will meet up soon."

"What's the plan?" Scott asked. Derek smirked softly as he turned to his pack.

"Hello, it's me,

I was wondering if after all these years you'd like to meet

To go over everything

They say that time's supposed to heal ya

But I ain't done much healing…"

Stiles carefully opened up his eyes hearing the familiar song that he had downloaded to his phone. He enjoyed the song so much that he had made it his ringtone for everyone he wasn't that close to. Shaking his head he sat up, rubbing his eyes carefully as he yawned. He reached for his phone and answered it. "Hello?"

"Hey Stiles, It's me." The familiar voice called. Stiles sat up a bit more, happily awake now. "Cas"

"Hey little bro, Dean's pack and I are here waiting for you. We are at the north east entrance…we had dropped off our things first before we came here, sorry we are a bit late" Blushed the older brother. Stiles shook his head no excitedly and said, "You are right on time Cas, I'll be there in a minute" He said. He quickly packed himself a small bag of cloths and then hurried off to go meet up with his brother's pack.

"Stiles?" A deep voice called out. Stiles came to a stop right at the front door and he backed up to see his father and Ms. McCall sitting down at the dining room table.

"Um…Yes?" He asked softly. Ms. McCall stood up with a soft frown and she folded her arms.

"I'm sorry that-"

"Don't...I need to go on a run" He said, knowing what she was about to say.

"Sti-" Stiles didn't give his father enough time to reprehend him for being rude to Ms. McCall and he ran out the door. "Stiles!" His father called after him but Stiles couldn't wait. He didn't want to keep his brother waiting.

Stiles ran down the street, carefully thinking of everything that could happen tonight. He was excited to see Castiel again, but fear still ate at his heart. Worry and panic ate away at him and then he came to a complete stop. He frowned softly, slowing his run to a jog. He didn't think he should keep going but he quickly shook the panic off of him.

"No…I have to do this" He whispered softly. Stiles took a gentle breath and then shook off his anxiety. He continued to ran to the edge of the forest, quickly looking around before he entered them. From a distance, a couple of blue eyes shined into the night and a pair of red eyes called them over to the edge of the forest where Stiles ran in.

"Are we sure we should be doing this?" Mumbled out Erica.

"Yes" Scott whispered. Derek sighed as he nodded his head and then carefully walked into the entrance of the forest, following the scent Stiles left behind.

Stiles looked around the forest with a hum and then he placed his bag down on the ground when he met up in the area Castiel said he would be in. The old pack Stiles was in watched as Stiles took off his shirt and pants, stripping down to his boxers.

"What-" Derek shushed Ethan as he looked him over. Kira rolled her eyes at the two before watching a large, white artic fox walk out from behind the trees. Anger flashed through Kira's body as did Derek's. He had heard through Chris Argent about the Caspites in the involvement of burning down his home, family inside. He's hated them ever since…but what was Stiles doing associating with one.

"Hey Cas" Stiles said excitedly. The fox barked up at him happily and Stiles nodded. "I know" He said softly. He got down onto his knees and ran his hands into the grass in front of him. He let out a soft sigh as he carefully allowed his bones to crack and break forming and shifting into something smaller. His hands and feet grew smaller and his body arched. His ears shifted to the top of his head and he face stretched out to a small snout. Castiel watched his brother carefully from into a smaller version of himself and he moved onto all four of his paws with a quick bark and shake of his tail. Stiles opened his once closed eyes up, and Castiel was shocked at how blue the teen's eyes were. He hurried over to his side and then nuzzled the side of his face with a small whine. Stiles felt excited as he shook his body off, a rush fell over his body as he thought about the possible run he and Cas will go on. Derek and Kira's eyes widen in shock and horror. Their friend…this nice...sweet kid was born into a family that was filled with anger and destruction.

Dean walked out from the shadows as two pups ran out to get closer to Castiel, their papa, and curiously looked up at Stiles. Stiles wagged his tail while Dean walked over and nudged Castiel with his nose, who returned the jester with a small nuzzle. A couple of wolves followed suit and introduced their scents to Stiles who Stiles nodded his head and allowed them to sniff him. Castiel stood up on all four of his paws and walked over to stiles. Where Castiel was sitting, a small thing of ice sat and careful snowflakes fell from each step he made. Stiles noticed the snowflakes leaving his paws and he looked down at his own, noticing his own little snowflakes here or there. He excitedly jumped into a circle, watching the snowflakes leave his paws and Castiel let out a small huff of amusement. Stiles looked up at Castiel and he leaned down into a playful stance. Castiel looked back at his mate, who nodded his head, and Castile got down into a playful stance as well. Castiel darted out after Castiel, while Stiles yelped and ran away with a silent giggle. Derek and the pack could practically hear the giggles that left the two foxes, watching the snow fall where ever the two, Stiles and the other fox, touched. Derek didn't understand…why hadn't Stiles said anything to them?

Dean soon watched them leave with a small huff till his nose caught scent of something that wasn't his packs. He snarled loudly and growled looking up towards Derek's hiding space. Red eyes blazing with hatred as he caught scent of the other wolf. Dean stood in a protective stance, many of the other wolves standing close and hiding the pups from the other pack. Derek and his pack all walked out, hatred seeping through their growls.

Castiel and Stiles each ran around each other excitement buzzing through their bodies. Castiel and Stiles soon came to a stop and they both tried to catch their breaths. Before they could continue their cat and mouse game, Castiel perked his ears and worry came over him. He knew something wasn't right and made a small whining sound. Stiles tilted his head in confusion till he heard from the distance, growling and snarling. Stiles' eyes widen and both he and Castiel took off to go see where the angry sounds buzzed from.

Trees, rocks and grass flew pass them, making the trail seem longer than it actually was. Castiel's anxiety coming a lot more quickly than it should and Stiles' worry for Castiel's pack starting to bubble to the surface. Once they got back, Castiel stood in front of his mate, worry in his eyes evident. Dean stopped his growling and nuzzled Castiel quickly, Castiel responding by moving closer to his mate, trying to cease his anger. Stiles came out and ran into the middle, looking up and spotting his old pack. Anger flared over him and he easily transformed back. His eyes flared into angry shades of icy blue and his canines stayed sharp.

"No!"