Taking a deep breath, Dean treks on forward and into the backyard where Derek was watching Pavel as he rolled around all wolfed out. Dean took this as a good sign that the Sheriff was not here. Stiles dropped unceremoniously onto the ground as soon as Dean slowed to a stop, then ran and jumped on Derek with a war cry. Shaking his head Dean picked up a stunned Pavel who was scared out of the shift, and walked inside avoiding the wrestling boys. Inside the house was decorated in oranges and blues, and the food smelled amazing.
"Hey," dean interrupted the quiet conversation. This got a bunch of stares, feeling a bit nervous Dean halted in his steps. "What is it?"
"We had someone go check on the Sheriff" Talia said, and grimaced. "He apparently has decided to drown himself in a bottle of Jack"
Dean nodded and placed Pavel in the middle of the room, "Not surprising, considering my family," Dean slumped in a chair closes to him, "though that does mean he remembers everything"
"What do we tell, Little Star?" Peter asked cocking his head, probably listening to the boys goof around outside.
"The truth, of course." Dean said staring confused by the question
"Is that wise," Val asked picking up Pavel before he managed to get out of the room. "I mean, yeah he's tough, but this is his dad."
"Stiles knows this possibility, at this point he is just waiting." Dean stared towards the door. "This will be less cruel."
Talia nodded in understanding, "Okay, we will tell Stiles after lunch." Talia's eyes flashed red, forcing the others to return the gesture.
Lunch was a lively event with Nikodem serving up plates, he apparently made a bunch of –well everything. Stiles saw the spread and shocked Nick with the hug he gave him. Stiles quickly and rapidly thanked him in polish, and rambled on for a while to a stunned Erik before grinning like a loon and forcing Peter to make up his plate with only the good stuff—apparently that was everything.
Dean made his way to a still shocked Nick, "What did he say?" Dean asked.
"He thanked me, because his momma would always have these dishes for him about a week before his actual birthday, it was their day together, he told me he thought he would lose these dishes, no one else knows how to make them." Dean smiles sadly at his brother.
"Maybe you could hand over a recipe or two."
"Of course Dean, I would be a monster not to, and you are family so I don't feel guilty handing over my Babcia's family recipes." Dean patted Nick on the back as a thank-you before making his way to his brother.
Nikodem, did make the special cake. Stiles said it was better than his momma's, mainly because she was never a good cook. Dean knew she made a deal with a demon to get her cooking skills, he needed to know why she was in hell. She made a deal because apparently being considered a spinster at 19 was just a horrible fate, she remembered the recipes she learned in those 10 years, but since there was no skill learned something was just missing in her cooking.
After cake, and presents Stiles the ever perceptive little boy asked what was up. Causing the pack to look at dean.
"Uhh… your dad remembers." Dean said he sat beside Stiles "he apparently has been drinking quite heavily." Dean watched his silent brother as Stiles fought the tears away.
"He hates me, now I know it. "
"Hey he probably hates me, and my dad too," Dean nudges him.
"Why would he hate you?"
"If he remembers, he will remember my dad being the one taking his memory, and me like an idiot introducing you to him as Mephistopheles Morning-Star, Win—Stilinski." Dean shrugged, "out of everyone in this whole mess you and Noah are innocent so now that the cats out of the bag, we will deal with it, we are Winchesters we never run from a fight, no matter how tough it is, no matter that everyone else thinks we will lose , Winchesters always find a way." Dean looked at everyone surrounding them "We also are Hales, and you know what Hales do right?"
"They never leave anyone behind." Stiles mutters "and they do everything together."
"Exactly, come on, with a people as stubborn as us, and a pack behind our backs we will make everything okay." Dean wiped Stiles tears away. "It's your birthday and you have yet to blow me up, or heal me, or transport me across the country, I call this a win" Stiles giggled at that and held a hand up to Dean's forehead, and pushed.
"You ass." Stiles laughed at his stunned brother
"Brat." Dean smiled, knowing that as the Kids all played, and got more sugared up, his uncle was crawling his way out of the bottle he fell into, and tomorrow there will be hell to pay. At least stiles birthday ended on a happy note.
#
Dean woke to Peter shaking him, Stiles was curled up beside him still fast asleep.
"What is it?" Dean whispered.
"A car is coming up the driveway. I think it's the Sheriff."
"Shit, okay I will go talk to him." Dean looked at his jeans but ignored them for speed and decided that his slippers were good enough. "Try and make sure he doesn't come out okay."
"No promises." Peter said, looking at the thankfully still sleeping kid.
Dean walks out just as the car pulls up. Deciding to play dumb Dean plasters a smile on his face. "Hey Uncle Noah, a bit late for little Stars birthday" Dean waved as his uncle got out of the car, at the mention of little Star the sheriff scowled. "Better late than never I guess."
"Shut the fuck up Dean, I know everything, I know that Bastard isn't my kid so cut the crap." Dean dodged ad the Sheriff took a swing at him "you lied to me all these years, you and that –those monsters." The Sheriff righted himself panting … "I lost everything, and you're over here having a good time, knowing this is all a fucking lie." Noah went to hit Dean again.
"Noah, you're still drunk, come on, go home sober up before you do something stupid, like lose your job, or worse lose your kid forever."
"I already lost my kid Dean, forever, and my wife your Aunt or have you conveniently forgotten about her, about Claudia" The Sheriff goes to tackle Dean and ends up collapsing Dean barely holding him up. "She loved you so much, and you don't even care she is gone. " Dean helped his uncle to his feet.
"Come on let's get you ho-." Dean's head shot up as Stiles popped up in front of them.
"Daddy?"
"Don't call me that. You don't have the right" The Sheriff shook off Dean. "I don't want to see either of you again, stay away from me." Noah glared at Stiles as he got into the patrol car.
Stiles couldn't even breathe and just stood there until he passed out. Dean ran to his brother, and the sheriff turned his car around almost hitting Dean, and then sped out of the driveway spraying them with gravel Dean shielded Stiles and took the brunt of the rocks. Picking up his brother, Dean turned as the tail lights disappeared behind the trees. Peter ran out and almost into the two brothers.
"Sorry, Dean I tried, but he flew away when he heard the Sheriff."
"It's okay, how's he doing, is he okay." Dean was panicking trying to listen to his brother's heartbeat. "He's so pale, and he wasn't breathing"
"He sounds fine, look dean," peter made Dean Focus on Stiles' chest "he's breathing now, and I hear his heart as strong as ever." Peter led Dean inside and winced as he seen rocks embedded in Deans back, and legs. Peter led them both back to the bed when Dean placed Stiles carefully down, Peter dragged Dean over to push him face first into the other side of the bed.
"Usually when you do that I am not in this much pain." Dean mumbles.
"Usually your brother isn't here either," Peter shook his head "also your uncle has never tried to kill you before, now stop deflecting let me get out the gravel."
"He'll come around, I was a mess when Aunt Claudia originally died." Dean talked as Peter used his claws like tweezers. "I mean, yeah he's angry now. But I will get through to him. I know I can."
"Just like how you got over needing to kill Michael?" Peter asked as he took more pain away.
"Well that's different, he lied to me, then he kidnapped me, and he is also using Stiles to further his insane plan."
"You don't even fully know what his plan is."
"Well I am sure it's all insane." Dean huffed. "Okay I see your point but I will go over to the house later and talk to him about all of this, I will make him see that Stiles is still Stiles."
"It's going to take more than just a few words dean, he lost his family and didn't know it, he saw his family dead, and forgot." Peter got a cloth and began wiping away the blood, noticing most of the scratches have already scabbed over. "He also just learned of the Supernatural, well a part of it, how much are you going to tell him?"
"I don't know, probably just about Angels, Demons, and ghosts." Dean shrugged opening a few cuts again. Peter sighed and began wiping again. "That will explain the entire incident without going out of Noah's realm of belief."
"What about Little Star? What are you going to do with him, he is not going to be okay. Ever." Peter looked over at the boy who still looked a little to pale. "Even if you fix it, he will always remember this" Dean shimmied over to grab Stiles' hand and shrugged again, Peter studied the two brothers on the bed, "Get some rest, Peter kissed Dean on the head "I'll tell the pack, not like they haven't heard already. We will go over to the Sheriffs later together." Peter took one last look before making a million plans in his head to save his little family. Going to the house he wondered what his Alpha's plans were about how to deal with the Sheriff.