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Chapter 25

Stiles

I leapt up, off of the couch and throwing the blanket off of me, the moment I heard the voice. I couldn't begin to describe the relief that flooded through me, my heart practically pounding in against my ribcage. My eyes were wide, my breathing heavy and slightly wheezy. I would have been worried, if I wasn't looking at who had just popped in.

Light brown hair; light chocolate brown, almost whiskey eyes; about 5 feet seven. A light stubble covered his lower face, connecting to his hair. If I was being honest, he reminded me a little bit of Matthew Perry, in the face, only at certain angles with certain expressions. I had no doubt in my mind of who was standing in front of me.

"Uncle Gabe!" I breathed, running towards the man only two inches shorter than me.

Gabe's arms wrapped around me tightly, the force almost crushing me. But I couldn't care. It felt real. I grabbed onto my Uncle as hard as I could, fisting my hands in the back of his jacket.

He's really here….

"Hey, Kiddo." he whispered, a smile in his voice. "Long time, no see. Sorry about that."

I could only shake my head. I knew, the second I opened my mouth, the tears would start again. I sure as hell didn't want that! I knew why Uncle Gabe hadn't been around. The major one, for a while, was the fact he didn't know Mom and Dad had died…. I mean, it wasn't like I had had any contact with him when I was at the Agency. And, even when I was at Scott's, I just couldn't get up the courage to dial the number. Uncle Gabe had always said not to call, unless it was an emergency. Only text. Even then, it wasn't like I could do it often. Why, I couldn't remember. I just knew those were the rules.

"Hey, it'll be alright now." Uncle Gabe hushed. "Everything will be fine. Promise."

I felt my legs give out. I couldn't understand what had happened. Maybe adrenaline had kept me going and, when Uncle Gabe showed up, it had finally run out? I wasn't entirely sure.

"Who the hell is that kid?" I heard a rough voice whisper.

My eyes snapped open as soon as the voice had started, my legs still not cooperating, however. That was when I saw the three guys a few feet behind Uncle Gabe. Three rather tall guys. Two were brunet with green eyes, the other blue eyed with hair so dark it looked black.

Who the hell are they….?

"Way to ruin the moment, Deano." Uncle Gabe sighed, pushing me back slightly so I sat of the side of the couch. "Thanks for letting me ease him in."

"Hey, don't blame this on me, Short Stack!" 'Deano', I assumed his name was Dean, glared.

Dean had to be about six feet one, with scruff like Uncle Gabe. His jawline was slightly defined, his hair short and eyes bright. Bags were more than present under his eyes, his hands twitch for some sort of weapon that was most likely tucked into the back of his jeans.

"Can you two not do this." the other brunet-green-eyed guy scoffed, quietly.

"Not the time, Sam." Dean grumbled.

Sam was huge. Had to be around six feet three, maybe six four. His hair almost reached his shoulders, framing his scruffed face. Like Dean, bags were under his eyes, his jawline defined. There was definitely some relation there….

"Yes, the time, Dean." Sam hissed. "It's not like we're alone here!"

"Well, it's not like I had much time to look around!" Dean gripped. "All of a sudden, Candy Man pops back into the bunker and, without any warning, flies us here! Next thing I now, there's a kid!"

"You still had time to look."

"Oh, cool it, Samantha."

Yeah, definitely related….

Grabbing hold of the back of Uncle Gabe's jacket sleeve, I tugged lightly to get him to turn back around. Of course, when he did turn around, Derek was suddenly in his face. The Alpha wolf was growling deep in his throat, his eyes blood red and claws extended. He advanced slowly, shoulders squared, his entire body coiled and ready to spring. Not that Uncle Gabe looked scared. All my Uncle did was smirk, his hands up in surrender. He looked far less than worried.

This was when Sam and Dean sprang into action.

The two men had whipped out guns and knives, one in one hand and one in the other. The knives were held by their sides, muscles taught and ready to strike, whilst their guns were aimed at the Alpha beside me. Before I knew it, there was a face off between the wolves and Uncle Gabe's friends. Well, all the wolves that weren't Talia, Oliver, Peter and Grace.

Uncle Gabe and I slid between them all quickly, back to back, facing our respective groups.

"Now boys, put the toys away." Uncle Gabe rushed.

"Woah, calm down!" I shook, still unsteady on my feet. "I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation for this."

This hadn't started well….

It took a while for Gabe and me to calm them down, Talia having to step in and help. It was…. Well, exhausting, to say the least. Thankfully, Oliver, Peter and Grace had pulled in more seating so everyone could be comfortable. For a while, it was all rather quiet. No one seemed to know what to say, a lot of the wolves watching the newcomers closely.

I wasn't sure what to make of Sam, Dean and the constipated looking, dark-haired guy. He hadn't said a word, all dressed up in a suit and trench coat, his tie facing the wrong way. He was around six feet tall, scruff similar to Uncle Gabe's, his hair darker and eyes blue. He was slightly hunched, his gaze questioning and confused. Something seemed familiar about him, but I was sure I didn't know him. I had never see the guy before.

"It's nice to see you again, Gabriel." Talia smiled, after some time. "And you, Castiel."

Hold up.

"Wait, Uncle Cas is here too?" I asked, looking towards the door. "Where if he?"

"I'm here."

The guy in the trench coat finally spoke, his voice deep and rough. Nothing like my Uncle Cas.

"You're not Uncle Cas." I frowned. "Uncle Cas is shorter than you. Yeah, you got the same hair and eyes, but Uncle Cas doesn't wear a suit and tie, he doesn't have stubble and he's as thin as a twig! You look nothing like him."

"I suppose my vessel was different the last time you saw me." he muttered. "But I can assure you, I am Castiel."

"Prove it."

The guy just nodded.

"Genim." was all he said.

My eyes went wide.

"Pop tart cave." he added with a chuckle.

Oh my God….

"Uncle Cas!" I grinned, launching towards the trench coat clad man.

He stood up in time to catch me.

"How is this possible?" I asked. "You look so…. So different!"

"Well, that can be explained with what's going on with you." Gabe said.

"You know what's wrong with me?"

"Yes."

I didn't detach myself from Cas. I pulled up another chair, between my Uncles, leaning into Cas' side. Not that Scott or the others seemed to take too kindly to that. But I didn't care. I actually had my Uncles next to me, for the first time since I was three. That was all I cared about.

"Now, let's start at the beginning." Uncle Gabe grinned.

I couldn't believe what I had heard. I couldn't believe what was being said. It all seemed so out there, so surreal. I mean, sure, werewolves and the like existed, but Angels? How were they actually a thing? It seemed so unbelievable, even after the few tricks from my Uncles, even the two of them casting shadows of their wings!

I thought I was going to pass out.

Am I actually awake?

I mean, I supposed it was better than going crazy, or actually having Frontotemporal Dementia.

"Let me see if I got this right." I breathed, pacing back and forth. "My Mom was an Angel – the Angel of Elements, to be exact. And you two are Angels."

"Well, I'm an Archangel, but yes." Gabe interrupted.

"Whatever. So, Mom was an Angel and Dad was a human, so I'm a Nephilim. And the Angels sent the Gogmagogs to kill me, because I'm a Nephilim? Gogmagogs that you two, Mom, Dad and Talia, Oliver, Peter and Grace killed off?"

Uncle Cas just nodded.

"Right…. And, after that, Mom hid my powers to protect me, erasing all memories of Angels and the like." I mumbled. "And the reason they've started showing now is because of Octavian, which is why I blacked out for, like, two days and how I made a mug explode?"

"Pretty much." Uncle Gabe told me. "She thought it would be safer if they only came back when you really needed them. Of course, she also thought you'd be safe and with your Dad, but…. Well…."

My head was spinning. The floor felt like it was swaying beneath my feet.

"This is insane." I whispered.

I wasn't entirely sure what I was supposed to be thinking or feeling. Should I be relieved? Scared? Excited? Was it all supposed to suddenly make sense? I just didn't know. Everything was mixing around inside my brain, trying to make some sort of sense out of it all, trying to put it into some sort of order.

Yeah, as if that was possible.

"Your full powers should return to you in a few days." Uncle Cas explained further. "If it's alright, we would like to stay. Gabriel and I can help you."

"You know you're welcome any time." Talia told them. "Both of you and your friends."

"Thank you, Talia." Gabe smiled.

Before either Sam or Dean could speak, I spun around to face my Uncles.

"Did Mom…. Did Mom really die because she had Frontotemporal Dementia?" I whispered. "Or was that some trick?"

Both Gabe and Cas stood up, standing in front of me. Gabe put his hand on my shoulder, squeezing tightly.

"After your Mom hid your powers, she gave up her own. Got me to engrave Enochian on her bones, so Angels couldn't track her, including us. We did the same for you and your Dad." Gabe explained. "She was human from then onwards so, yeah, she did have it."

"We only came here as a guess." Cas added, placing a hand on my arm. "We thought, if anyone, Talia or Derek may have known where you were. You and Derek were always close."

I couldn't really remember much after that….

Dean

The kid had passed out. He reminded me a lot of Sam, when he was younger…. It was crazy thinking Gabe and Cas were Uncles. I mean, an Angel actually had enough social skills to get married and start a family? That was surprising.

Now, the kid hadn't stayed out of it for long. Only a few minutes. Not that I blamed him, it must have been a real shock learning about it all. Poor kid didn't even seem to know which way was up anymore.

It was only after the kid had calmed down, wanting to think of something else, that Sam and I actually got to figure out where we were and who all these people were. To say it was surprising to be in a house full of werewolves, and a few humans, was a little disconcerting. But at least there was another hunter, an Argent at that. The Argents were famous in the hunting world, apparently Sam and I were too. We knew that, in an Argent was involved, it couldn't be that bad.

"So, you're not the 'allergic' to silver wolves, huh?" I frowned, arms folded as I leaned back in the chair. "Good to know."

"You will find there are many differences between our kind and other werewolves." Talia told us. "For our kind, you need to us wolfsbane."

"Wolfsbane, got it."

Wasn't everyday you had someone give up information on how to kill them….

"Are you sure its alright if we stay here?" Sam asked. "It wouldn't be any trouble for us to go stay in a motel."

To be honest, I didn't know what I'd prefer. I mean, at least we'd have our privacy in a motel, no being watched by two Packs of werewolves. But the idea of having separate rooms and a shower with decent water pressure? Well, how could I turn that down?

"It's more than alright." Talia laughed. "We've heard a lot about you boys. Besides, any friends of Gabriel and Castiel's are friends of ours. It just might take some time for the younger ones to warm up to you both. Though I would be grateful if you refrained from pointing weapons at my family."

"Yeah, sure." Sam and I nodded.

Who needed weapons when you had two Angels ready to zap you out at a moment's notice?

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