Cas' POV
I decided to stake out the young man named 'Stiles'. He felt odd. Dean and Sam were acting as FBI again. They were seeing if there was anything going on.
Stiles was sitting on his bed completely surrounded by books. He just kept going. I watched him get up once in a 3 hour time. I have spent enough time with humans to know that this was not right.
When he did get up, it was to get something to drink, paper and a pen. He continued as if he did this every day. Heck, Dean and Sam can't do this.
I watch as the Alpha from yesterday climbed onto the roof. The silent boy that was calm when the three of us came to see turned into a spastastic teen. I watched as the wolf pushed the boy into the wall. By the look of things, this happens quite a lot.
The argument that was going on must have been over because the Alpha moved away from Stiles. Stiles' face showed a confused look. I had no idea what was going on but it must have had something to do what the demon we are looking for. I felt it awaken. It was this feeling that something evil was 'born' so to say.
I watched as the two of them talked and argue. When it was finished, the wolf left, it seemed that the energy that the boy had left him. He rubbed his face and went back to looking through his books.
I sat in the tree until 3 am waiting for him to get tired, but he did not. He did not put the books away until a few minutes before his father came back.
I got back to the motel that the brothers were living at for the time being. Sam was the only one awake when I got there. He nodded at me.
"How did it go?" I asked him.
"There was some animal attacks about six months ago and a murder spree a month ago. Nothing that seemed demon like. We saw Chris there, he told us that the two things have been put under control." He sighed. He did not like not knowing.
"I think I know who it is." Sam's head snapped up. "I believe that it is Stiles."
"We were there today remember? Plus Chris gave him a gun that was made of steel. He would not be able to hold it."
"He never picked it up and held it. The possibility is still there. I watched him not move in over 3 hours. He did not eat and he just went to bed."
"I was a teen once Cas. I remember not having a good sleeping schedule. Hell, the one I have now is better than the one I had then."
I star at him.
"We will check tomorrow when we meet up with the pack again. Chris told us that the pack would be a better help if we were working together."
I watch Sam text Chris to tell him to tell stiles to bring the gun in the morning.
I pushed Sam to bed so that he can function in a few hours. I could not sleep so I sat down and watched over them until Sam's phone went off. He got up and headed for the door when he got dressed.
"Wake Dean." He gave me a smile.
I did what I have seen work on the T.V., I grabbed the blankets and pulled. It reviled a mostly naked Dean. I felt my body go hot before I could stop it.
He groaned as he went to grab the blankets that were not even there. He blinked up at me.
"Cas, dude, give me my blankets."
"No Dean, it is time to get up." He groaned again and got up. He passed me and placed his hand on my shoulder. Before I could ask him what is going on with me, he was in the shower.
Same came in just as Dean was getting out. He looked at me.
"Cas, why are you holding Dean's covers?"
"I woke him up."
~~~~~~~~~~10'o clock; Hale's house; Cas' POV~~~~
I got out of the car. The pack was standing outside surrounding Stile. He was standing there watching us.
"Now that we are all here. Can you explain what is going on?" Chris asked. He was standing in between Dean and the Alpha.
"We decided we were going to check every person that knows about the supernatural. It is most likely one of them." Sam said.
"Well it is not Stiles. He does not smell like a Demon. He even said you told him he was correct on the smell" The head wolf yelled at Dean. I took a step forward to stop any attack.
"That is why we asked for him to bring the gun. All we ask is for him to shoot it. That is it. If he can do that then I will apologize. It was me that told them that it is possible that it is Stiles."
"Just shoot it…at like anything?" Stiles asked from his circle of wolves.
I nod and he nodded back. It was decided that was going to happen.
We all watch as he put on gloves before he went to pick up the gun.
"No gloves." Dean jumped in.
"You do realize that my dad is the sheriff. If someone told him that they had heard gun shots and found out that I was here he will have me checked for residue as soon as he got home. It is hard to get residue off of skin. I will not get questioned." I have not seen such a pissed off/annoyed look pointed at Dean before. "Plus the finger tips are cut off."
"Fine, fine. Just do it already." The weird wolf, Peter (I think), went ahead and painted a dot on a tree.
Watching this kid shoot was like watching Sam or Dean. He had practice. I watch his stance, he was not shaking and the gun was not smoking. His shot was perfect…almost too perfect.
Peter wolf whistled and Chris was standing there like a proud father.
"Is that it?" Stiles asked us. He had this happy go lucky look on his face. Dean nodded and turned his attention back to the wolves.
I kept looking at him. I watched as he went to put the gun away. I could see the pain on his face and the shaking in his hand. Before anyone could stop me I had an angel blade next to his throat.
"CAS!" Yelled Dean.
"STILES!" came from the wolves.
I grabbed one of the gloves and pull it off of the boy. His hand was blistered and red. There was two clicks and I could tell that everyone could tell what was going on.
"I guess that I get to try this out first." Stiles says as he vanishes. As he left so did the gun, the box and his red hoodie.