Noah was pacing, it was noon and he had a bag of gummy candy and he parked at the end of the drive way. It was another 15 minutes before he registered footsteps in the Gravel driveway, and another 5 before he saw that it was Dean.

"Hey Uncle Noah, what you doing all the way down here?"

"You know, enjoying the fresh air."

"come on get in the Car I'll drive up, unless you like the 15 minute walk there and back, well I could get Derek to get your car later, he's okay driving up and down this path now."

"Dean he's 11"

"I learned at that age." Dean shrugged. "What you gonna choose allow an 11 year old, or if she is interested a 14 year old to drive it up to the house later. Or me drive it now?"

Noah looked at the cruiser, and tossed Dean the keys. The Few second drive seemed a lot longer, and the Sheriff felt a bit trapped in the car as Dean grinned when he saw everyone in the front yard, playing with the now crawling Pavel.

"Isn't it cool he just started today, he's been crawling everywhere" Dean said as he parked beside the two other cars in the driveway.

"Uh, very cool." The sheriff just held onto the door handle and Dean stayed with him in the car. "What if Stiles hates me?" he asks quietly as he stared at the Hales, searching for his son.

"Impossible, he's hurt because he loves you, if he hated you, he wouldn't be watching you from behind Peter and Talia." Dean said as he settled into the driver's seat and watched the Sheriff zero in on Stiles. "I ain't leaving this car until you are ready, but the longer you wait the more anxious Stiles will get." Noah looked startled at that, and he noticed the evidence of Stiles' anxiety, the way he clutched onto peter's shirt, and hiding his face into Talia's side. Both adults shielded him even more, it was the Sheriff wanting, and needing to be there for Stiles that got him out of the car.

Noah walked until he was about 5 feet from Stiles, who still hadn't noticed his arrival, Noah swore he heard Peter growl at him. Noah bent down on one knee. "Stiles—"as soon as the name left his mouth he found himself with an armful of his crying child—"I am so, so sorry." Noah didn't realize he was crying as well. "I am so, so sorry Mephistopheles Morningstar" Stiles gasped when he heard his name, his proper name.

"You can call me Mieczslaw, da—"Stiles froze and stopped talking, and maybe even breathing.

"And you can call me Daddy." Noah hugged Stiles tighter, "I am so sorry, don't ever doubt that you are my son."

"We will leave you alone, we are in the middle of saying goodbye to my in-laws. As they are headed back to their homes." Talia pat Stiles on the head "Excuse us Sheriff." Talia dragged Peter who winked at stiles as he passed.

Noah looked at everyone hugging and sighed, "I really am sorry Stiles, though I hope you can forgive me in time." Noah pulled out the bag of candy from his jacket pocket. "I got you a treat for all the chores you have been doing, maybe we can all go get curly fries later, me, you, Dean and Peter. Maybe Derek will want to join us. I know I missed a lot."

"I would like that … Daddy" Stiles looked so nervous calling him daddy, so scared that he would yell again. Noah closed his eyes, and pulled Stiles into one more hug.

"Alright come on, I have to go say thank you to Nikodem and Val for taking care of you on your birthday. You have to say your goodbyes too." Noah stands and hold Stiles' hand as he hugs everyone goodbye. Noah was comfortable once again in his own skin. Sadly the conversation with Dean was looming over him and as Erik left with his family to the airport. Dean was the one to explain the situation to stiles. The Sheriff was far enough away that he didn't know what was exactly being said but he did hear his son Yell.

"I HATE SAM" Noah watched Dean pull Stiles into a hug and was muttering in his ear. Noah could only guess it was about the plan making. When Stiles seemed to have calmed down, he gave a quick wave to Dean, and Derek dragged him to the back yard by the hand, and Derek also collected Cora as well.

"Hey come on, Talia and Peter are waiting for us in her office." Dean led Noah through the house. Noah has only ever been in the main areas in all the years he has been in contact with the Hales, he cautiously walked into the office where Talia was waiting with Peter.

"Have a seat" Talia gestured to a seat "Dean has brought us up to speed about Stiles' situation but you need to know a few things, one being Sam is dangerous, he is a hunter, and he will try and bring out Stiles' demon side."

"Like what?"

"Holy water, using the word Christo, trying to exorcise Stiles, Demon traps," Talia listed. "He is under the assumption that Stiles is a demon, or half demon known as a Cambion, we know everything but the Exorcism has a negative reaction on Stiles"

"So they work on him?" Noah asked.

"He is allergic to Holy water, but I have been dosing him and he has some immunity to it he does not break out into rash any more, but the holy water will make his eyes turn black, and so does Christo. Demon traps are sadly rather effective." Dean explained.

"Can he fly out of Demon traps?" Peter asked

"Maybe, I used to trap him when he was a toddler that was before he could fly, but he sure as hell could climb. "Dean shrugged, and Noah was slightly horrified, at Dean's revelation. "I think you should stay here as well tonight." Dean said seemingly out of nowhere and looked at Talia who just raised an eyebrow, and Peter nudged Dean with his shoulder. Noah watched the interaction with confusion. "Kay Sam is like a dog with a bone, once he has something he won't let it go—you hung up on him, and ignored his calls after that, next step would be research, and since it's nearing the end of school, hours in the library are not odd, he will be here within the week"—Dean rubbed his head and dragged his hand down his face—"I just want to protect everyone, and everyone together will make that easier."

Noah watched as Talia reached across the desk and Dean gave her his hand, and Peter kissed Dean on the head. "Dean, hunny, you can't do that I am sure we can figure something out that won't disrupt the Sheriff's life."

"If it's okay I would like to stay tonight," Talia nods her consent "but I am going home tomorrow," He stared at Dean until he nodded "and the plan is if Sam shows up, I will bring him here to show him how normal Stiles is, where we can deal with him then." Peter grinned at that, and to be very honest Noah was a little scared for his other nephew. "So where am I camping out at?" There was another silent conversation between the Hales and Dean.

"You will take my cabin with Little Star, I will sleep in the house." The Sheriff frowned at how easily Dean made the arrangements while both people who actually lived here just let him do it, Noah actually thinks Talia is pulling out work and Peter is taking peeks and tsking at it. "We will go tell Stiles that you're staying, but you have to go home to get both your clothes. "Dean got up made Noah follow.

"Door closed, as apparently Peter and I have business." Talia said without looking up at the papers that Peter was now openly examining.

Dean closed the door, but not before Noah heard Talia say, they wouldn't be in disarray if you hadn't left for a month. Reminding Noah once again that Dean was missing and it seemed everyone decided to ignore it.

"Come on Noah, let's go the kids are in the back." Noah was led even further into the house, he has been in the yard, but never through the back hallway. There is a library that they pass, and there are family photos hung, Dean is in them starting from 16 maybe 17, He looks so young. Noah was awed by the life his Nephew had here, and that his life in Beacon Hills started well before Noah himself arrived on scene. Then pictures of Dean are sectioned after that, there he is, 18 with a cake in front of him, 19 with Cora and Stiles, Dean kissing peter, holding peters hand while walking. 21 with a hickie on his neck with a laughing Peter. Sleeping on the couch with Derek on top of him, Dean braiding Cora's hair, the pictures drop off again, Dean smiling but looking absolutely exhausted, Dean bruised, Dean with a neat row of stitches. Noah knew that this is when Sam left, he stopped following Dean, and looked at those pictures, and he has similar ones in his house. He touches one where Dean looks so happy, with a black eye and split lip. Almost the exact same picture but with a 10 year old Dean hung on his wall, why did it become so normal for Dean to be broken, and hurt. "Hey, Uncle?"

"Sorry, just looking at the photos." Noah looks up at his smiling Nephew, and realizing that he is asking him once again to do the impossible, to stand up and fight his own brother. Noah followed Dean out of the house to where Cora and Stiles were wrestling Derek … well Cora had Derek in a hold and Stiles was tickling him. Noah laughed at how easily Derek stood up when he noticed Dean.

"Hey so good news, we are having a sleep over, but bad news, kiddo you still have to stay here." Dean shrugged.

"Does this have to do with that giant brother of ours?"

"I though Stiles was your only brother" Cora pipes in.

"Cora, you met Sam at the Funeral for auntie cloudy." Derek interjects.

"That's your little brother, I thought Jack-Jack was lying."

Noah noticed how through the light banter, Derek herded the kids so that Dean was in between him and them. Not that he blamed the kid, he probably heard the yelling a few days ago. It still hurt though, that Stiles was being protected from him.

"I will tell you more about Sam Cora"

"Those stories sound made up, like he was friends with a thing called a Zanna" Stiles says, "you better make us food is your gonna make up stories about Sam" Stiles looked back as he started walking to the house. "See you later Dad"

"It was real, and the Zanna had a name it was Sully" Dean said as he led the kids into the house.

Noah watched as they went inside before he walked around the house to the front where his car was. Getting home was a peaceful drive, arriving at the house where Sam sat In his living room was a little disturbing, he thought he had more time, at least Sam arrived alone, though maybe not if there wasn't a car out front.

"Jesus, Sam what the hell."

"I need to talk to you, and you have to listen to me." Sam stood up to his full height

Noah weighed his options quickly, "Fine, I'll listen just don't hurt me." Noah saw the hurt in Sam's eyes and took it as a good sign. "Let's just sit down yeah." Noah waited until Sam sat back down before settling himself in for a very awkward conversation, and a long night ahead of him. He hated that he was breaking a promise to Stiles right away.