The Sheriff sat heavily in the closest free seat, and just stared at the family in front of him over Stiles' head. Examining them all so closely and going over every encounter, the maybe growls, the slightly too sharp teeth, and – just now, Noah narrowed his eyes because theirs were glowing, Red, Blue, and the girls had Yellow much like Derek's when he attacked. He was curious if they changed as they aged, or if this was a status type thing.
"So, what are you?"
"We are werewolves Sheriff, my family has been on this land for generations." Talia said as Erik placed breakfast on the Table. Noah just stared and studied each person.
"So your eyes, is that an age thing or a status thing?"
"Status thing." Talia answers. "I am the Alpha of this pack, my children are betas, and majority of Betas have Yellow eyes, but my husband and Peter, their eyes are blue because they have killed." Talia stared at the now tense Sheriff. "Supernatural have laws of their own Sheriff, and we must enforce them by any means necessary, we have a society to protect after all." Talia looks toward the door, where Noah can hear his nephew complaining about stitches not having to be perfect. "Hunters are a part of that law as well, if it was possible for Dean to be turned into a wolf he would have blue eyes as well." The Sheriff nods, and relaxes. He understands, as barbaric as the system seems, keeping this secret would mean a few deaths along the way. He also must be okay with this new world, where his training must take a back seat, and his morals will be tested. Noah squeezed his son a bit tighter, for Stiles Noah has to be okay, otherwise it would never work.
After a short time, Derek and Peter entered the kitchen. "Dean is upstairs passed out, I suspect he will be up in a few hours or so, hopefully longer," Peter turned toward Noah after directing a very guilty looking Derek to a seat next to his mother. "I can take Stiles upstairs as well, he would probably be more comfortable in a bed" Peter shrugged when Noah just tightened his grip on Stiles, before sitting next to Derek.
"I'm sorry" Derek mumbled while playing with his food.
"Whatever for Derek?" Peter asked.
"I always seem to be hurting Dean, he, and you must hate me."
"Oh I think not my son, that man, has loved you since you were 5." Talia grabbed Derek's face to make him look at her. "He has loved you for more than half your life." Talia flashed her eyes, and Derek reciprocated the gesture. Noah wasn't too sure what it meant but it seemed to help Derek. "I am also sure my brother does not hate you either, he has loved you longer than he has loved Dean." Peter winked at Talia before patting Derek on the head, carefully scratching the kids head with wicked looking claws, before pulling Derek's hair making the poor kid look at him.
"I do not hate you Nephew, but you did hurt Dean really bad," Peter grinned with fangs," but I am rather proud of you, you could have killed him easily but you didn't he would have let you , you know, kill him that is." Noah watched as Peters fangs recede and his claws turn back into well-manicured nails once more, Derek just stared resolutely at his uncle, the implication of what he was told sinking in" Derek quickly eat, then you can go and do whatever it is you do when Dean is passed out. "
"I read, or play my Gameboy." Derek answered before wolfing down his food—Noah snorted to himself at that thought.
Once Breakfast was done, Derek brought Stiles upstairs with him, and the Girls were told to stay in the house. The hours passed by slowly, with Noah learning about the Pack, and that attacks like this were expected, less then four hours later Dean stumbled down the stairs with an equally groggy Stiles clinging to him. Peter hopped up and delicately extracted Stiles and walked towards the Kitchen expecting Dean to follow which he did, after looking around the room. That's when Talia sat up straight, and growled.
"They're here." Talia sniffed and listened. "They are just nearing the Preserve now, probably a mile or so off your detection Erik."
"we should tell the pack." Erik says as he intently listens for the apparent intruders.
Everyone was on edge, and even the children show signs of being able to hear what is going on. Noah finds it out of place that his Nephew has an assembly line going with the kids who are filling shotgun shells with salt, Stiles being the exception and is blessing water, and Noah startles the first time he accidentally touches it, the pitch black eyes are quite sinister to see.
"how can he bless water, when he reacts to it like that." Noah blurts.
"Devine being Uncle, he is the son of an angel, even though that Angel is a complete ass." Dean dodges a flick from Laura, presumably for his language, then going into a sneezing fit.
"Hello, Dean" everyone startles, and Dean has a knife to the guy who suddenly appeared out of no where. Noah looks on horrified as Dean ultimately stabs the guy in the shoulder, just because.
"Fucking angels, don't do that." Dean gets in between the apparent Angel and the pack closest to him, as the guy stares at the knife and pulls it out before a flash of bright light appears and everything is pristine again, even the slightly tarnished knife looks brand new again. "What is it Hot Wings, if it's about the Demons we know. If it's something else, well hurry it along."
"of course Dean, my apologies Children of Zeus, I did not mean to disturb you, but it is important that I Tell Dean that I will be taking the Sword of Glory with me, for his protection."
"What are you on about?"
"He wants to take, Stiles, Dean. That is what his Polish name translates to" Peter pipes in and stands in front of Stiles"
"The Demons of Azazel cannot find him. He is too precious to lose to them."
"No one is taking my brother, not you, or any Demon, those things out there do not know of Stiles Existence."
"Dean the Demons are on the perimeter of the Yard; Sam is not with them, only four." Talia announces
"Why would the abomination be with Demons."
"He came with them, I figure they are his keepers, of some sort." Dean as an after thought corrected the Angel. "and his name is Sam, not Abomination, Hot Wings."
"and Mine is Castiel, I am an Angel of the lord, I am the Commander of the first Garrison to watch over Humans, and to assist in their continuance on this Earth, My Father has ordered this. I have watched Humanity for Millennia do not Test Me Dean Winchester"
"Fine, Castiel." Dean actually looked chastised, and he only startled when Talia growled, and Cas moved to touch him.
"I mean no Harm Alpha." And proceeded to touch Deans forehead, almost instantly Dean looked better less ruffled, the bags under his eyes disappearing, and soon he looked as young as he should at 24. "I only wanted to have Dean ready for the fight ahead, I have assessed that my presence is unnecessary." Castiel looked over at Stiles –who was peeking out from behind Peter—and smiled at him, it looked odd and stiff, but Stiles smiled back and waved as Castiel disappeared as swiftly as he appeared.
After a few minutes of silence, and stillness, there was a flurry of motion, Derek being closest to dean hugged him with his ear pressed over his chest and exclaimed. "Dee." and the rest of the pack hovered except for Peter who was still on guard over Stiles, but he did look confused.
"Yeah Der, what is it" Dean asked petting Derek's head confused, and seeking assurance from the others around him.
"He fixed your happy heart." Derek looked up at Dean. "it was slowly making an appearance since this morning. After I…" Derek trailed off, and tried to step away from Dean. But Dean grabbed him and clung to the kid.
"Hey, it's okay, I would forgive you anything, Derek." Dean made Derek look at him. Much the same way Peter did by grabbing his hair. "you are not the cause of it's return Derek, it was me not sleeping, or eating." Dean kissed Derek on the forehead. "alright pup, we still have a few demons to get rid of, so let's get ready for a BBQ."
"What?" Noah asked.
"Well it's the easiest way to keep an eye on them, and if they are watching us, we may as well get their scents, and maybe a visual of them." Peter explained finally allowing Stiles out from behind him.
As the BBQ started, and food was made and placed on the table outback, Noah noticed, all the wolves kept an eye on the treeline, or their head cocked in a certain way. They spent 3 hours outside, and by the time everything was cleaned up it was starting to get dark.
"They were just watching, the last one just left" Talia explained to the three people with human hearing. "Two of them left as soon as they saw the two of you, Sheriff, and Dean, and the third left an hour into the Dinner."
"so what it was a stake out?"
"I think so, either way, we are ready for tomorrow, I am guessing young Sam will show up then." Erick guessed.
Noah watched on as the pack all worked to prepare for tomorrow. And as the night drew on, everyone slowly drifted off to sleep, and like the night before Derek and stiles went to the Cabin, escorted by peter, and Dean himself walked Noah out to the cabin later, there was no doubt that Dean would once again keep vigil over the area from the front porch with the cabin in view, and the Hale house behind him.