Dean threw a fit as soon as Peter drove past the Stilinski house, and the Hospital, and even the Sheriff Station. Peter took them straight to the Hale house, where the Hales all ran out to greet the duo. As annoyed as Dean was he couldn't help but smile and hug every one of the Hales.

"Come on hunny, we need to get you caught up on everything that we know." Talia led Dean inside as the kids grabbed their luggage and took it inside either Deans Cabin or Peter's room.

"What happened to Stiles?" Dean asked as Erik pushed him into a chair at the dining room table.

"Far as I could tell" Talia started putting on hot water, and coffee. "he had a panic attack, stopped breathing a nurse noticed as the others were rushing around the collapsed Meatsuit, Stiles was scratched up pretty bad has a busted lip and a few scrapes and bruises, but alive, he isn't talking, and the panic attacks are frequent." Talia sat down across from Dean and Peter. "The main cause of them is seeing his father. I can only guess it's the guilt of killing his mother."

"I need to get to him now" Dean tried to get up, anticipating the move Peter put a claw into Dean's thigh.

"Sit down, Dean."

"Ow, son of a bitch!" Dean smacked peter.

"DEAN language." Talia yelled eyes flashing red.

"He clawed me."

"You were acting like an idiot of course you got claws, better his than mine, now sit down and shut up." Talia watched as Dean pouted but listened. "Your brother just killed his mother, and for some reason is now terrified of the Sherriff, we need to know why, and we also need to know what happened in that room, we have until Saturday that is when the funeral will be. How long are you able to stay Dean?"

"Umm, Dad still thinks I am missing, I haven't phoned Bobby yet, but I could guess about a month or so, hopefully longer. Depends on if Dad grows a heart, I may have to talk to Chicken Wings, and maybe Hot Wings will help."

"Who is Hot Wings?" Erik asked.

"Apparently the Angel that helped him out of heaven?" Peter explained and raised a brow at the nickname.

"Okay so you have at least a month that's good. You can watch over Stiles. Poor baby, his birthday is in a couple of weeks, you know how hard that day is for him already." Dean's eyes widened he completely forgot about his uncles odd behaviour year after year. "That might be one of the reasons Little Star Is scared of the Sheriff. You have to have lunch before you go rushing head first into this situation."

"I should phone Sam, let him know… Aunt Claudia died."

"Will he even bother answering?" Erik asked fully knowing how Sam had been acting.

"He left a message saying he would…. When he found out I was missing."

"Okay if you must, I insist you do that here though, I don't want you to be disappointed again, especially at this time. Maybe after lunch okay, the kids all miss you and you don't smell like pack anymore so please Dean, stay?" Talia asked.

"Yeah okay." Dean was very grateful for the order, he would never admit it but it always made him nervous when he tried to phone his brother. "You're right he probably won't answer. It is a weekday. And he is in school."

Talia placed some Tea in front of peter, and ruffled Dean's hair before she passed him his coffee. "Well then we will leave a message, either way he has a right to know about his … umm Aunt's passing."

After that the go ahead was given to the kids to come back inside all of them huddled around Peter and Dean, Derek claimed the chair next to Dean and just held his hand, Cora sprawled across them and Laura just scented them and sat in her chair across from them, Dean smiled at them all, allowing himself to calm down Lunch was served and after that he just spent a little time with every member of the pack. Dean promised Cora her Birthday breakfast and cake, after she sat down on his lap and demanded it with claws and fangs and her yellow eyes glowing fiercely. Derek was just there, holding some part of him, the kid never seemed to grow out of his need for closeness to everyone, especially Dean, Dean thinks it's because he was the first non-family member to know about him. Dean doesn't mind at all having this extra shadow, especially after his months away. Laura was well into her first year as a teen, she was showing all the signs of wanting and needing to be seen older than she actually was. So today she was a little aloof, but her instincts were fighting her defiant mind and slowly but surely she ended up pressed against Deans side. Dean needed this, being surrounded by Family, he didn't realize how tense he was, now as the Tension left his body, the aches and pains started up again, his missing week catching up with him slowly. Derek always the observant one, took the pain away, without Dean noticing. Peter grinned at his nephew, he was a sneaky one when he needed to be, and Peter suspects the Derek saw the potential for pain the moment he saw Dean get out of the car. Dean slowly drifted off to sleep with the kids on the floor peacefully.

Talia Woke up her wayward pack member an hour later "Dean Come on hunny wake up, you need to call that Sam"

"Okay" Dean slowly woke up, feeling better than he has in a long time. Knowing that Talia would always look out for him, that Talia would take care of things, it always left Dean feeling safe in the Hale house, even though it might take an hour to get to this state. Dean looked around Derek was still holding his hand. Dean slowly pried the hand off his. Slowly getting up trying not to disturb the three siblings Dean made his way to the Library where Peter, Talia and Erik were waiting for him. "Why is this so… scary?" Dean glared at the cellphones in front of him.

"Dean this will be the first time you spoke to your brother in years you just know the basics about him, he did his college upgrading for school, and he is now in pre law, studying for his LSATS next year."

Dean stared at the phones in front of him, Sam knows the Hunter number, that's the one he phoned. Then there was the Emergency line, and then Peter, and Stiles' phone. "Can I use your home phone?"

"Sure." Erik handed him the cordless phone from behind him. "Here fully charged as well"

Dean now stared at the phone in his hand and punched in the number memorized by heart. Dean looked up and Peter grabbed his hand, just as Dean Hit send.

"Hello, Sam's Phone." A girl giggled, Dean could hear his brother angrily demand his phone over. "Why won't you let me ever touch this phone… ugh fine. Here is your precious old ass phone."

"Jess, come on it's just, my family is the only one who phones this number."

"And you never answer it, I thought hey maybe I might."

"Jess, I don't like anything from my past." Dean looked stricken and he could see all the wolves react. Deans own breath caught in his throat as he heard Sam's breath.

Dean cleared his throat "Hello, Sammy."

"Dean, you're alright, umm. I... Shit Dean I am sorry, you heard that. Didn't you" Sam continued to mumble. "I didn't mean you. Just …"

"Sammy, Aunt Claudia died" Dean cringed at how he blurted that.

"What, what happened?" Sam quickly asked.

"I don't know the details but she has been sick for a month's now."

"I didn't know."

"I tried Calling," Dean sighed "I just thought you should know, maybe come to the funeral. Meet our…" Peter squeezed Deans Hand. "Stiles, meet Stiles, you know Uncle Noah's kid." Dean sighed again.

"Oh, I forgot about him."

"You were so excited when we lived in Beacon Hills," Dean was starting to feel a little more than pissed off at his brother. "Anyway, I am fine, dad doesn't know I am back, I want to hang around Uncle Noah and Stiles for a while, I know how they are feeling now. Just the funeral is Saturday, if you wanna come pay your respects."

"Yeah, I might."

Dean doubted he would see his brother. "See you later Sammy." Dean hung up before he could hear a reply. That went better and worse than he thought. "Well that's something crossed off the list. What's next?" Dean tried to wipe a tear before it fell.

"Dean, it's okay." Talia reached to cup Dean's face.

Dean shook her hand off "NO, why is it so easy for him to forget us, his Family. How can he do that, every day we were always told that at the end of the day we had each other, and no matter who we were friends with or who we knew, none of that mattered because after everything it would be just the two of us?" Dean couldn't stop his tears "Why does he throw me away like a piece of Garbage, what did I do to make him hate me."

Peter grabbed Dean and just held him as tightly as he could, and he stared at his sister, and alpha over his head. Talia nodded and led Erik out of the Library. "Dean, if you are his Garbage then you are my greatest treasure. I know, you know, you have us, and I know that you have loved Samuel all his life." Dean made a rough sound "I also know that, this" Peter grabbed a cloth from somewhere and wiped Deans face "is left over from you being the only one holding on to the Secret that your Aunt Claudia died 7 years ago, that now everyone is mourning the Woman who was lost in an odd war your father started, and is still fighting." Peter made Dean look at him "you asked what the next step is, well my wonderful soldier, your next order is to grieve your Aunt fully, and to go and sort out our pup, because one brother may have thrown you away, but Little Star needs you." Peter waited for Dean to pull himself together. "Now that it's closer to noon, visiting hours are definitely open, also the sheriff is probably there, so let's go pull your family together."

The trip to the hospital was definitely way too long and also too short. Going into the unknown is what Dean does constantly but this is different. Taking a deep breath, Dean walked into the building, and sort of recognized the woman his uncle pointed out as Cloudia's nurse. He waved off Peter who was going to look for clues in Cloudia's room. Dean quickly made his way up to the Nurses station.

"Hi, Ummm I am looking for the Stilinski's?" Dean cleared his throat and tried to smile.

"You must be Dean, Your Uncle told me to expect you, I wasn't quite expecting you this fast though, no matter. Come on I'll show you the way I need to check on Stiles, Names Melissa by the way."

"How is Stiles?" Dean asked, "How is my uncle?"

"Stiles is okay he's not speaking, and his Panic attacks are awful, but he is okay, he looks worse than he is, but in a couple of days the bruising won't look so black." Dean winced, he sort of knew what happened knowing his tiny little brother had to fight of an angry angel demon thing was a scary thought, and hopefully Peter would be able to figure out more. "The Sheriff, is devastated, he just lost his wife and he can't see his son because it triggers a panic attack." Melissa stopped before a turn in the hallway. "I am glad you are here for him, for both of them."

"I will always be here for them." Dean said, and the Nurse nodded at him before completing the turn, There his uncle sat, looking un-showered, unshaved, and all around unkempt. Dean walked right up to him before kneeling dawn and just hugging his uncle. "Hey, Uncle Noah, I'm here, I am safe, and it will be okay." Through this his uncle didn't really react, but after a while, he clung to Dean.

"Please Dean, go to Stiles, Please, help him, he always listens to you." The Sheriff looked so tired and weary "Please just help him, Dean he's in there." The Sheriff pushed Dean towards the room with the blinds drawn and the door barely ajar.

"Okay, I will go in there, and see how it goes." Dean took one last look and went into the near silent room. There on the bed was Stiles, his Jaw was bruised and his lip was swollen and bleeding. There were scratches on his neck and collar area and there were bandages on both arms. Dean could hold back the gasp "Oh, Little star." Dean closed his eyes just hating what he was seeing.

"I's Sthiles." A very raspy quiet voice slurred out.

Dean could help but chuckle as he pulled up a chair beside his brother. "You will always be my shining star. How are you holding up, pup?"

"Hurts." Came the raspy reply.

Dean found some water within arm's reach and pours some into a cup. "here you go," the kid started gulping water down , anticipating it Dean had the foresight to not fill the cup up, refilling the water " Slowly Stiles, you will probably throw it all up." He once again handed the cup to Stiles.

"Thanks Dee." Stiles looked does at his lap, "umm Dee, does it hurt to die?"

"Sometimes, and sometimes not." Dean grabbed the Stiles hand that was creeping up to his mouth. "Why do you ask?" Dean started playing with Stiles' hand, tickling the palm and just holding it in his hand.

"Cause I hurt Meat suit." Stiles' breath was coming in erratically and his heart monitor was speeding up, "and I think I was hurting momma too." Stiles hand tightened on his.

"Hey hush now, Stiles come on buddy breath with me. " Dean placed the hand on his chest "now your momma was a tough old bird, she could throw me around, and when you were a baby she did especially when you climbed things, don't know why I was to blame for that though." Dean watched as things barely calmed down, "so don't you worry about you hurting her, it's very difficult to hurt a Demon, believe me I know."

"But I wanted Meat suit to suffer, for hurting momma so much, for hurting me. Am I a bad person?" Stiles looked up, so hurt that he could make someone suffer.

"No, no you are not a bad person, for that. Is this why you won't see your dad?"

"Meat suit said he's gonna remember everything about Claudia, and his other son now. I don't want him to hate me just yet."

"That…" Dean couldn't lie to the kid, it is a possibility that Noah will remember everything. "I will be here, and before I leave I will make sure everything is okay, but right now, at this moment He is waiting outside just in case you are ready to see him." Dean grabbed the kid's hand "right now, he is worried about you, Mephistopheles Morning-star Winchester Stilinski."

"I hate that name." Stiles pouted.

"I wouldn't worry about it too much, only I know it, and can spell it, so I think you're safe." Dean winks. "Now how about you let your daddy in here?" Dean suggested.

"Can, can it just be me and you for a bit." Stiles scooted over and patted his bed.

"Okay. It will just be me and you." Dean pulled Stiles close as he sat on the bed. "I lost my mommy too, when I was a little younger than you." Stiles gasped, the kid knew about Mary, just not Dean's side. "Now, when my mommy died, I had to take care of my other brother Sam, and for a long time my dad, too."

"So I have to take care of Dad?" Stiles asked.

"No, I won't let that happen if I can help it, you also have the Hales to help." Dean started petting Stiles' hair. "But I think after taking care of everyone for so long, I forgot to cry for my mom." Dean felt Stiles tense up. Knowing the kid has only spoke to him Dean figured this was important to tell him. "I forgot to cry for myself. Stiles, it's okay that you're scared, it's okay that you are hurting, even though you hurt your mom, I know you Killed meat suit, but you're allowed to feel sad. "Dean looked at all the Monitors speeding up. " When you are ready, you can tell me everything that happened, because I know that Demons are sneaky and your mom might be in Hell fighting her way back to you as we speak."

"Really," a gulp of air followed. "Momma might be okay?"

"Yeah like I said she was a tough old bird, so you have to stop telling yourself you don't get to be sad okay. Because I am here now, and I will take care of everything." Dean heard the Monitors speed up again. Just before Dean went to make the point again, Stiles hid his face into Deans side and screamed, Dean rocked his brother back and forth as the lights flickered and the patient alerts went off, soon the nurses almost comically bumped into each other trying to get in the room only to stop when they see the small boy who hasn't said a word, or shed a tear since his mother died break down in the arms of a stranger. "It's gonna be okay."

Slowly the nurses turned off the machines, and Melissa gently placed a hand on Dean's shoulder. "Thank-you."

Dean nodded to her but before she turned to leave he stopped her with a question. "Stiles, do you want your dad in here?" Dean asked the now hiccupping boy.

Dean was only answered with a nod of the head. So Dean mimicked the motion to tell Melissa to let Noah into the room. Quickly the Sheriff replaced Dean holding onto Stiles, Dean gave Noah's shoulder a squeeze before giving the two one last look before leaving the room. There is a Funeral to plan after all, Dean snorted getting odd looks from some people, Dean was in a good mood, his Uncle was able to talk to Stiles now, and Stiles was emotionally okay. Dean quickly made his way to Cloudia's old room, where Peter was waiting for him.

"Well at least you were successful with little star, and your right about Cloudia being sneaky, there is sulphur residue everywhere in the room." Peter pointed out the Yellow powder around the various small cracks along the floor. "Also he definitely has a lot more Angel Mojo than before, look at the all the electrical fixtures, "Peter pointed out the blown lights and the burn marks that followed each wire that surrounded the room. " The nurses think that the flickering lights triggered an episode, and when Stiles finally fought Claudia off she knocked over her table that had a lamp and her water and was then electrocuted to death. Stiles burned out her soul," Dean looked at the damage around the room "So congrats Little Star still has both biological parent's it's a bloody miracle, and he should have burnt out Cloudia as well."

"That's good news. I figured she left but, no matter," Dean started giggling, Peter raised an eyebrow, but figured Deans whirlwind of emotions caught up to the hunter making him delirious. "I now have to plan a Funeral for a not dead demon's used up meat suit."

"Come on you idiot let's get going before you get yourself committed." Peter smiled as Dean walked ahead of him, It seemed things were settling down' finally.