After the Hospital meeting it was like a weight left Dean, the Pack noticed the difference right away. Erik's Family showed up just after Dean and the Boys, and Valentina got out of the Car with her baby, the baby boy's name was Pavel, and the two young parents were proudly showing him off to Talia. Talia scented the Child and held him as the bags were brought into the house, then she passed him off to Erik, who helped his children greet the baby. Explaining that even though Pavel was born into a different pack that doesn't make him any less Family, and Family means pack, the Oh No Trio, all dutifully pet the babies face, Jackson was beaming because it proved he was part of the pack.

"Why did Talia hand Pavel over to Erik instead of you?" Dean asked peter as he watched and made sure the kids were being careful.

"We are matriarchal Dean, since that is our Paternal Family side Erik is second in this greeting because of who his mother is. The kids are greeting Pavel next because Erik counts them as his Family, we will be the last to greet him. Talia's initial greeting was formal because she is the Alpha of this territory."

"Oh, I see. So you will be next and me last, as guardian of the pack"

Peter grinned, because Dean payed attention to the pack dynamics even though he couldn't fully feel the bond. "Exactly, and you will notice that Valentina and Nikodem have not once stepped into this room. It's a sign of trust to the Alpha of this territory, but look Mateo has taken up in the corner. He is his sisters guardian being the only human in their pack, her father is from an entirely different pack as you know." Peter looked at Dean and smirked Dean positioned himself much like Mateo has in a position to act if needed, without even realizing it.

Their conversation was interrupted when Erik grinned and handed a gurgling drooly Pavel to Peter. Dean was shocked to hear Peter Greet the baby in polish. Stiles beamed at them as he heard the words spoken, Dean knew Noah and Cloudia did speak Polish to him. Dean knew some simple command words but to hear it spoken fluently reminded him that he was supposed to learn the language when Little Star was born. Peter handed him the baby, and Dean felt instantly protective of the little guy who just drooled on him and grabbed his lip in the most painful manner. "Hi little guy," Dean scented the baby like he was taught to all those years ago, Dean played with him until Pavel stated to fuss a bit and showed all the signs of being very tired. "Oh it's okay look." Dean wiggled his fingers in front of the babes face distracting him, before trailing his fingers gently down the child's face over his eyes and his middle finger tracing Pavel's forehead to nose, little Pavel stood no chance after that closing his eyes every time Dean trailed his fingers downwards the baby soon fell asleep in Deans arms. "There we go." Dean shushed the baby gently bouncing him. When Dean was confident that Pavel was asleep he looked up to see a grinning pack, and a shocked Valentina and a dumbfounded Nikodem.

"Did Pavel just fall asleep on you?" Val asked.

"Yeah, why?" Dean asked but started bouncing Pavel again because his voice startled the baby.

"Because Mi Lobo, He is teething right now, and never just falls asleep."

"Oh, where can I put him down?"

"Oh no, if you put him down you will truly get to see Pavel's personality shine"

"I have to bake with the kids." Dean whispered as Pavel twitched every time his voice rose more than that.

"Too bad, mi lobo." Val winked and Nikodem smiled. Both parents walked out of the room.

Sighing Dean looked around. Coming up with an idea, Dean asked Peter to help him put a pillow on his lap then he placed Pavel on it. Shushing Pavel when he initially fussed. Noticing that it seemed to work Dean slowly placed the pillow and baby on the couch with a few pillow guards around him to keep him in place. Dean walked into the kitchen grinning like a loon, and Val just shook her head.

"Show off." Val muttered.

"I just really like baking. Laura and Mateo are watching over Pavel" Dean went to hug both Nikodem and Val. "it's good to see you two again, thank you for coming to the funeral."

"You are pack." Nikodem stated, Dean was oddly happy about that, he only seen Nikodem a handful of times, the last time was Christmas when they announce that Valentina was pregnant.

"Yes mi lobo when you need us we will come." Val gave Dean another squeeze.

The next couple of days were busy, last minute arrangements, flowers and food all had to be organized, they had to help the Sheriff with deputy scheduling, eulogies were amended, and paying for everything, getting a headstone finding a proper venue for the memorial, getting the Sherriff's house ready for after the funeral. Bribing the kids into trying on clothes, by the time Friday night came around Dean was exhausted. Dean was helping clean up the house, when he was just hit with a wave of grief. Life really had gone on without Aunt Claudia, Dean just sat on the couch.

"Dean what is it?" Peter rushed into the room as soon as he felt that Dean was off.

"The last time everyone was in this house, all together was when I lost my Aunt, that year Valentina moved to Poland to meet Nikodem's pack, Bella returned to South America before following her daughter. We haven't all been together at the same time since then." Dean sighed and leaned into Peter. "Life went on as normal, and I was the only one that knew my Aunt died, hell I think I am the only one that knows my aunt existed. The only one to remember her, and her personality, and her laugh." Dean started to cry. "She had greatest laugh Pete, and she used to always laugh at Uncle Noah's bad puns, you know the ones, like it was the best thing she ever heard, but she was also strong. "Dean sighed. "Aunt Claudia, she held her own against an A type werewolf. It was one of the first hunts my mum was doing by herself. My mum was pushed into it because she was the perfect target, apparently the werewolf had a type." Peter remembered the brief conversation with the Diner waitress. "It's why they looked like sisters, hell after they killed the werewolf, they were as close as sisters could be. Mum showed Aunt Claudia the ropes of hunting, and one night out on the town after a hunt they meet these two guys, one just out of military service and the other finished the police academy and they were celebrating. My aunt told me that they thought this would be it, their ticket out of the supernatural. A chance at a normal life. And it worked for a few years, then my mum died." Dean made a harsh sound," Everything went to shit, my dad pushed my aunt and uncle away, and I fought to stay tethered to them. Especially my aunt. She knew, I didn't even stand a chance of hiding that my dad was hunting the supernatural, she knew instantly, because it was never my dad that was the born hunter, it was my mum and aunt that hunted. Before you guys, I only had my aunt to talk to. She told me all the stories of their hunting adventures, and she would apologize to me, for raising me as a hunter, though I never blamed them, they were great hunters, and they wanted me to be great. Every time I showed up a little more broken, a little more run down, she would patch me up, and she kissed every single one of my scars, she said I will heal in-between the layers of your scars Dean and then I will be with you always. She was amazing, and no one knows it." Dean furiously wiped the tears off his face " my mum and Aunt would of loved you guys, Aunt Claudia was the one to teach me the different types of supernatural, I tried teaching Sammy, but that didn't go over well, he just got more paranoid over there being more monsters, and more scared because they could look normal" Sighing Dean seemed way more tired than before and slumped further into Peter.

When Dean calmed down even more peter pulled him up "okay Dean, let's go to bed. We have a puppet to bury tomorrow." Peter pulled Dean outside to their cabin.

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The next morning was chaotic, Dean was braiding Cora's hair, while Peter stuffed her into a dress, she wasn't fighting really she just wouldn't fully wake up. The Sheriff and Stiles arrived in their finest, to pick up Dean to drive to the Church together. All in all it was an hour or so later when everyone was finally on their way to the church. Which was pretty good considering they had an hour and a half to prepare. So the Hale pack once more took charge, and the Sheriff paced and twitched, Dean fussed over the Photo of his aunt – he was 100% sure that everyone else saw Meat suit—, and the kids ran around burning off energy. Dean sat by his uncle just as people started to show up, "Dean, thank you for getting your brother out here. It's important for family to stay together. "

"I hate to tell you this uncle but that was all Jess' doing, to be honest if I wasn't missing he wouldn't of answered me in the first place." Dean clenched his fist.

"I know Dean, but thank you anyway." The Sheriff pat Dean on the shoulder. It seemed the whole town wanted to show up to pay their respects to their Sheriff. And Sam was one of the last to show.

Sam barely looked up as he entered the church, one of the few times he entered one and it has nothing to do with a monster. With his head kept down he never noticed Jess leading him to the front, across from the Hales and the Sheriff

When the Minister started speaking that's when Sam looked up. Peter tensed up beside Dean when he heard Sam whisper, "That's not Claudia, what's going on?"

Peter squeezed dean's shoulder to get his attention. "Dean, Sam sees Meat suit, but he just said that's not Claudia."

"Son of a bit- ," Talia tapped the back of Dean's head with a claw. "Sorry, but you heard the issue Tals." Dean whispered. "What the hell am I gonna do?"

"We'll deal with it, if he makes a scene Cora will wake up Pavel, and no one will pay attention to the crazy stranger yelling at a funeral." Peter said, earning him a flick from Valentina.

"Dee, is Sam gonna ruin mommy's sad day?" Stiles whispered from in-between Dean and Peter.

"No Little Star I won't let him." Dean assured Stiles. He knew the kid didn't give a damn about the funeral, he was scared of the Sheriff remembering. Dean just hoped that Sam wasn't going to be a dumbass about this. Dean will gag him and tie him up if he has to. Dean returned listening to the Service, and assured his uncle that everything was okay, and just pointed out Sam, thankfully The Sheriff didn't hear the conversation, and accepted Sam shockingly being at the Funeral is what caused the commotion. Dean looked over at Sam, and Sam was glaring right back. Dean nodded to him, and knew he was going to be cornered as soon as Sam could get him alone.