Dean may have been more tired than he thought as the sun was up and he was alone in a nest of blankets, what woke him though was his three buzzing phones Peter must've turned on for him. Peter and Bobby were mumbling in the kitchen about waking him up because Breakfast was ready. Slowly stretching and getting up from the floor Dean looks around the room, glares at his phone "I'm up, thanks by the way I wanted an early start" Dean says into their general Direction.
"Dean your Happy Heart came back" Dean startled at that, and Bobby looked confused. "…and your breathing was off, last night, you had all the signs of feinting." Peter glared at his now very still hunter.
"What? I was in a room that provided everything, I was there for what three weeks tops I know my body's limits, especially because my Happy Heart." That phrase again made bobby mumble it quietly to himself.
"Dean, it's been a month Cora's Birthday was a couple days ago." Peter guided a very shocked Dean to the table and pushed him down. "And to answer you bobby Dean's Happy Heart was what Derek called Dean's heart murmur. He actually grew out of it, but under duress and strain it comes back."
"How did I lose a week, I never felt starved or sleep deprived, nor did it ever feel that I over slept. Peter I know what all those feel like. I know what not eating for a day feels like."
"Dean, calm down. You are here now, how you are here I don't know but we can fix things, now eat your food." Peter glared until Dean was eating.
"How did you escape Heaven?" Bobby asked
"Another Angel, the big man himself sent him saying that events are happening faster than expected. So this angel got tasked to help me, he bailed me out of Heaven took me to Minnesota of all fucking places and left. "
"Minnesota?" Bobby asked.
"Yeah, apparently Mike's vessel lives there, it was a bloody kid around Laura's age."
"We were wondering about the Vessel, John was obviously himself, and you have never said yes to Michael unless it involved helping Little Star. I'll figure this out you boys get on the road, if things are happening faster than the big man himself could predict then it's best we move even faster." Bobby shooed them out quickly tossing Peter the bags and dean his phones also shoving keys at them for one of the cars Dean rebuilt in his spare time.
"I am driving first" Peter takes the keys out of Dean's pocket "you listen to your phone messages and if I get tired we will switch."
"Okay." Dean relented he was rather curious about the messages.
The first message on his regular phone was Bobby, asking if Dean could look into some more information on the kitsune and why there are many different B types versus the rare A type, while he was in California. Dean stared confused at his phone. "Michael had sound clips he played so for Bobby it was 'Hey Bobby, I am on my way to see Little Star'. He phoned back a week or so later and got your voice mail." Peter answered Dean's unasked question.
"Oh" Was all Dean said before the next message played. It was a worried Peter 'Dean what's going on, why can't you come, are you in danger." Dean wanted an explanation for this one so hung up on his voicemail.
"We phoned you, to tell you Meat Suit is acting like Cloudia rather convincingly and to my knowledge still is, we all fell for it except Stiles he won't go near her. Our stock reply, was you were on a hunt, and wouldn't be able to make it out to California. Then we were hung up on." Peter clenched the steering wheel and it creaked under the pressure. "I phoned back right away, because when it comes to your sibling you always come running. You didn't even give us a time line to work with. I knew there was something wrong. Then I phoned your hunting phone, and as a last resort I phoned our phone." Peter unclenched his hands when he felt Deans hand on his arm. "You always answer me or little star and all I got was your voice mail." Dean pulled Peters hand into his own claws and all. "I didn't know what happened or if something got you. I didn't know anything, no one knew anything. I booked a flight to South Dakota and lurked around Bobby's for a few days until your Father left." Dean didn't resist Peter as his had was pulled toward Peters mouth full of fangs. Wasn't worried as Peter's eyes glowed blue, knowing in his almost beta form that Peters senses were heightened even further. That at this moment Peter was listening to his heart, his breathing, and smelling Dean's specific scent and also his Chemo signals of anxiety. "I lost you, and there was no way to find you."
"I will always return to you." Dean spoke steadily and clearly.
"And I to you." Peter responded as he slowly relaxed again but didn't let go of Dean's hand as their arms relaxed to rest on the centre console. Dean redialed his voicemail.
The third message was from John, 'Dean, phone me back tell me what has you if you can, I will find you, even I know you haven't been able to get in contact with Sam, so I don't know what this whole being with your brother business is.'
"He phoned you to tell you about a potential hunt, by mine and bobby's estimate you had been gone for about two weeks at this point, your voice told him that you were with your brother so you won't be back and to go on the hunt without you. He apparently was shocked and decided to give you time with Sam, but then phoned back the next day because that was out of character for both of you, and got your voicemail, obviously" Peter quickly explained this as the voice gave the voice stamp and phone number of the fourth voicemail.
' Dean, Hi, uhh I know you said you were going to be busy for a while and might not answer, but I need you here, Mieczyslaw needs you, Claudia seems to be getting better mentally but physically, …' Noah trailed off and sighed. 'Dean it's not good, the doctors already had the talk about being prepared and just, we need you here with us, you are a part of this family, I just think you should be here.' Dean heard the grief and crying, and once more cursed that angel for making his uncle go through this again. 'Call me as soon as you get this kiddo.' Another calming breath could be heard 'I love you son, talk to you later yeah." Dean was stunned, and was about to phone right away when Sammy's voice started up.
'Hey, Dean, uhh It's me Sam, Dad just made me call you , said you would tell me a lie as to why you couldn't come here, I told him that you haven't tried to contact me in months, he actually hit me and told me to phone anyway, he ran took off to California as soon as he heard you tell me that you are in the middle of a research binge with Bobby and can't really talk now, Dad told me to try again and as he predicted we got your voicemail. I sat here for an hour and decided to try again to tell you I didn't tell him about the Hales, or your boyfriend. "Dean looked up at that one, and Peter shrugged causing Dean to glare. That was Peters I know but I'm not telling motion. "But I will answer if you want to call me, let me know you're okay. Please Dean, I... never mind." The line went silent and Dean heard a sigh before Sam hung up.
"I guess he does care." Peter mused.
"Of course he cares, I'm his brother you ass." Dean looked down at his phone again, as the next message started playing. 'You never said your father was a functioning alcoholic and the most arrogant man ever.' Talia's voice rang out clear over his phone and Dean laughed at his father's description. 'Poor Derek has been cleaning your Cabin for the last half hour because he tore the place apart looking for "clues" ', the air quotes were audible in Talia's voice, 'Derek also just yelled to tell you that he appreciates you keeping his pictures he drew but why did you have to display them on the wall' Dean kinda blushed when Peter raised an eyebrow at him. Dean mumbled that he only puts up his favorites of all the kids. 'Anyway, you better come back soon. I know your alive I just can't feel you. So Please Dean come back to us. I love you hunny, don't worry about Stiles, he is with the Whitmore's that talisman you gave young Matthews is still proudly around his boys neck, and Stiles now only visits his mother with Jackson in tow." Dean sighed in relief happy that his brother was intelligent enough to know what to do. 'Now come back to us that is an order from you Alpha.' Talia's call ended as abruptly as it began.
"My Dad met your sister, I wish I could have seen that meeting."
"Me too" agreed peter but their grins faded as Noah's voice came through Deans phone.
'Dean, I know you're missing, John came by and was asking where you were, he told me not to involve law enforcement, but a few of the boys are putting out feelers anyway, phone me okay when you can. You have to be okay, I can't lose one of my boys.' Dean once again heard the exhaustion in his uncle voice. 'Please come back safe.' The phone call ended very abruptly.
Too soon another frantic voice came through this one was Cloudia. 'Hey weechester you better get your hunter ass here now. I have been trapped for an entire god damned month and that ….' The voice changed to a normal tone 'Dean you can't save everyone, I know that but you didn't even tr….' The frantic voice came back. '… has a plan to get my Mischief alone, she cut off the Demon powers keeping the body moving, I…' the voice changed again ' you might have been able to prevent this Dean if you just Tried.' It switched back to Cloudia 'She is convincing the good Sherriff to give her some time with my son to say good bye, she plans to kil' Dean was getting dizzy listening to the two switch back and forth 'remember that Dean your little brothers blood will be on your hands.' Laughing started and ended abruptly 'I don't want Mischief to know what it's like to kill just yet, he is still a child.' The message abruptly stopped, and Dean frowned as he processed the last message.
"That was definitely not a good sign." Dean continued to stare at his phone as the robotic voice told him his messages were over.
"We definitely should not stop then," Peter looked at their clenched hands, Dean probably didn't even realize he tightened his hand during the message, but Peter did, and that means he had to fix it "We will go defend our pack, me and you against them all, we will defend our pup" Peter brought Deans hand to his mouth and kissed the tenseness away.
"I hope your right Pete" Dean looked at Peters profile as he drove onward.
"Course I am, I am always right." Peter grinned a grin that only came out when the promise of blood was given, and that smile alone made Dean feel they could conquer Heaven, Hell, and everything on this earth. So as Peter drove as fast as he could without getting stopped, though with his senses he could detects officers better than any tech out there. Dean prayed to someone that it will be all right.