The next month was frustrating for dean, he couldn't find anything on angels, but he did find out they are bloody neutral in everything for the most part making them outlandishly dickish when they actually do give a shit about something. Lucifer the first fallen is a good example of this. On top of this, he thinks his little buddy is a B monster of some sort, and really he has no problem with this as long as it's not a wendigo, because no matter what those things are killing people. With Deans luck he is pretty sure cannibalism is going to be his next problem. Then there is the bloody angel Mi… He won't even think the name in fear of it popping up behind him, who is not only an Angel but an arch angel which apparently is a huge deal, and he keeps healing Dean and forcing him to be rested, not that, that is an evil thing, but it does mean a random hand to the forehead. This leads back to the Hales and what they are because Angel mojo makes them sneeze, Dean is getting dizzy just thinking about it, so he better stop before a headache happens and that damn angel pops over to the library just to heal him, anyway.

Dean groans and buries his head in his arms.

"What's your problem Winchester?" Peter asks from behind him.

It really is telling how tired of the whole situation Dean is that he just grunts.

"Informative." Peter announces as he sits across from dean and grabs a book. And reads the title "Angel cards and how to read them," peter picks another one up "Angels, Nephilim, and the extra-terrestrial connection" Dean hears the book drop back to the table with a dull thud, "What the hell are you researching?"

"Not hell, I know all about hell, I am researching angels," Dean just gestures to the books. "Which I can't even fucking begin to understand, emotionless pieces of shit they are, like really, they are all selfish bastards… and I am researching you. "Dean looks up. "Well not just you I mean your family and the other one the Argents, trying to figure out which one is the B types and which are the hunters."

"B types?" Peter asked never hearing the term before.

"Yeah, how I classify Supernaturals, 'A' types the ones who need to kill humans to survive, then B type, are the ones that were turned into a better version of the monster that initially killed their family line. Like say for example Wendigo's" Dean says the word carefully, looking for a reaction, as Peter looked at Dean blandly in a get on with it kind of way. " did you know the first Wendigo was created when the settlers first came to the Americas, they pushed many native tribes out of their normal hunting grounds leaving them starving when winter hit. This of course led some very desperate tribes to cannibalism. The first person who killed someone just to eat was then cursed by the creator to be a Wendigo, and the rest of the tribe either died of starvation or were quickly eaten Wendigo's are also cursed to forever be hungry. Now their counter parts are not much better, but they at least are satisfied after eating someone, and they came about by the creator taking favour with the few unborn children who had no control where it got it's nutrients from and was not eaten by the type A Wendigo because it was still in its mother's Womb." Dean stares at Peter who was riveted by the story "So what are you Peter, a hunter, or a wendigo?" Dean watches Peter Freeze, "I am guessing a Wendigo, because you and my little buddy, got the sneezes after my Angel possessed father healed my headache, and Derek isn't a quiet whisperer when he said I smelled like lightning, I know that Wendigo can smell pray from miles away, and are rather intelligent, and that's an A type, B's are usually better in every way, than their counterparts, also there was Laura who bit her buddy."

"Type B Werewolves actually" Peter says flashing eyes electric blue and testing the odd classification on his tongue.

"What?" Dean eyes widened, no Wendigo he knew either A or B had electric blue eyes.

"You thought we were Wendigo?" peter asked, "To be fair little Laura was teething, both sets of teeth were probably annoying her. She bit a lot of people and things during that time."

"Okay, you also are a very old and respected Family but you live in the woods like recluses. In a town were hikers go missing frequently." Dean argued.

"We are a supernatural family, and the pups are rather iffy on their control as is, so living in an isolated place allows them to be as free as possible. We only have a slightly higher amount of hikers that go missing, the slightly higher part, is because hunting families report their dead as missing. Believe it or not the Hales are constantly at war."

Dean thinks over that response, wondering what the hell the Hales do to earn a war with hunters, before continuing his Wendigo argument "then there is Derek himself, I have the most contact with him, he has a strange set of rules, he doesn't eat the meat that the school provides, he wasn't too fussy over my blood, and just this last week he threatened some kid saying he was going to rip their throat out with his teeth."

"The rules are no flashing eyes and his little sharp teeth and claws must stay hidden, he was also told not to stand out too much, so Derek shows off his intelligence rather than besting his peers physically. The food, well if you could smell the additives like the pink food dye in cured hams I am sure you would be reluctant to eat it to, and don't even start on bologna." Peter sneered at the mention of that particular sandwich meat. "The blood is normal to Were children too, because they don't ever really gain a sense of self preservation, yes things hurt, but they heal rather quickly." Peter just sighed before continuing defending Derek's behaviour. "The throat thing, though morbid, is really Werewolf for I am better than you. In any fight anything getting close enough to bite your throat is the better fighter. Necks in general are important to Werewolves, pack mates scent the neck it's why we are so into hugs as a greeting."

"Good to know, I never met a B type Werewolf before, I know there are other B types out there but I really only care about A types" Dean quickly catalogued all the new information given to him, before picking up Paradise Lost again.

"That's it, no threats, no wolfs bane, or mountain ash." Peter was ready to get permission from Talia about killing the threat.

"Why do I need to threaten you? And wolfs bane? I only ever heard of that in harry potter books, not to mention what the hell is mountain ash?"

"I. No I guess no" peter stuttered out before answering Deans other questions" , wolfs bane is one of the only things that can kill us aside from decapitation and burning us to death, you seriously never heard of it outside of harry potter, also mountain ash is like supernatural creature repellant." Peter never would admit that things can easily kill him or his pack but the mere fact that a hunter doesn't know was astounding.

"Really? The wolves I killed all went down with a silver bullet to the heart. Man you totally out rank your counterparts, I bet the Moon isn't even all controlling either." Dean jokes. Before he notices Peter's raised eyebrow. "Seriously, you have full control on full moons?"

"First of all Silver's a myth, because of the Argents … you know French for silver. And of course we have complete control … well except excitable children and hormonal teens." Peter explains.

"Not to the heart it's not, silver is malleable and breaks apart on impact it tears up arteries faster than anything can heal so everything bleeds to death eventually, and B types almost always have an allergy to Silver, you can't just shoot anyone or thing with silver and expect it to die. Silver is too expensive for that. Also ego much they may have the name silver but really going so far as saying it's a myth around their name." Dean shook his head.

"You can't talk about ego who gets close enough to something that wants to kill you, to shoot it in the heart when a flower works faster and more accurately."

"No you see, guns can be shot from a distance" explained dean slowly.

"I hate you so much right now Winchester."

Dean grins, feeling the weight of one mystery of the many that popped up being solved. "Hey peter listen, I will never hurt you or your family on purpose, and I never plan too"

"I believe you" peter nodded

"You do, just like that?" now it was Deans turn to be perplexed.

"Your heart never lies, Dean" Peter said it with so much conviction Dean wondered what he meant "… and Derek likes you" Peter finishes before pointing at the book that was about Sanskrit and Enochian texts. "Enochian is said to be the language of the angels" Dean snatches the book up before thanking Peter. Feeling at least he was making headway even if it took a month. He also, maybe made a friend his own age-ish, he hopes, he never really had one before.