OKAY! Who casted a spell? Virtually all my other fics I was working on disappeared and this was and is all I have to work on, and I know one of you are holding them hostage! I UPDATED SO GIVE EM BACK!

Who am I kidding? *trumpets* WOO! The show has pushed this into an AU so I've officially lost all my fans here! So I am literally continuing this solely for the sake of my dwindling sanity CAUSED SOLELY BY HORRIBLE GENETICS AND THESE TWO SHOWS! Give it up ladies and gents!
If you would like to assure me I still have fans reading this crap, would like to give these shows props for destroying my psyche, would like to shrink this black and shriveled thing I was once forced to call a thinking cap, or know how I can find my godforsaken files, please review! Oh, or if you really like/hate the new chapter or want to cuss me out for not having updated in so long.
Also I know you guys really want to see some awkward Stiles-Cas convo, but I hate to leave the bathroom thing hanging so, I really hope Lyd's dad hasn't been introduced without my knowledge. I am merging this with another fic idea I had. Guesses?
Also adding Mooseley to ship list. Lydia is lonely since I AM trying to make this as up-to-show as possible, but there will be a Stiles-Malia-Lydia friendship triad, maybe mentions of friendly making out on all parts (next chap). Maybe some Derek/Chris in the same bromance kind of weird hook up way, later, but probably just the bromance, I don't know maybe. Probably Chris/Peter implied ex-ness. I don't know if I'll have direct references to a relationship or if they'll even be in the same room, but if not, read that however you want. I just find it funny Peter never held the fire against him. Hm. Peter-Lydia bitchiness but overall mutual respect kind of friendship, if you could call anything Peter has a friendship! Threw in some Destiel eyesex, and Sam being an interrupting moose. If you haven't seen that joke:
Knock Knock.
Who's there?
Interrupting moose.
Interrupting moose wh-
Sam: Hey guys!
I think I saw that in a fanfic. I don't know or really care where. Leave a comment if it was yours and I'll mention you next chapter.

TWO PART CHAPTER! First is Stiles POV. Second will be Castiel's.
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Stiles finished washing his hands and was turning to leave. Or not, since there was suddenly a man standing in front of the door. The door Stiles would swear he locked. What the f-

"Sorry. Suppose I should've knocked." The British accent rang out. Uh, understatement much!? "You almost seem surprised to see me. You don't remember me then?" A bell rang in Stiles' head.

"Oh, yeah... You're Lydia's Dad, aren't you? I've seen you in the family photos here and there but I don't think we've ever really met. What are you doing here?" The man was only a bit shorter than him if any, but was bigger. Pudgy maybe? Nonetheless, Stiles couldn't say he wasn't good looking, especially in what had to be an Armani suit and wearing the most devilish look. He had short brown hair and dark brown eyes that made Stiles feel like he was staring right into his soul when he gave him an amused look.

"You're kidding right?" Stiles gave the man a confused look and the man's demeanor changed drastically. "My daughter's friend is in the hospital. Of course I'm going to visit. I just got in on a flight and her mother was frantic when I called. She was busy, but she wanted to be sure you were okay. So, here I am, love. Sorry for intruding, I thought there'd be stalls..."

"Yeah, the funny thing is I could have sworn I locked it... " The man turned back and sure enough it was locked. The man gave a tug on it, just to be sure.

"Huh, I'll be damned. Must have latched when I closed it."

"That's funny... I didn't even hear it open... And I slammed it when I came in..." Mr. Martin, or whatever his name was because Stiles was pretty sure Martin was Lydia's mom's maiden name, gave him an amused "but come on" kinda look.

"Just what exactly are you suggesting, my dear boy? I can walk through walls?" Stiles actually didn't know what he was suggesting, but this didn't feel right. He instinctively wanted to be cautious of the man. He followed the man out and they went separate ways. He looked back to see the man already gone when he got to Peter. He gave him a concerned look.

"Hey, did you see anyone go into the bathroom after me?" Peter's face scrunched a bit, worried.

"No, but I wasn't paying the greatest attention. Why?"

"I think I just met Lydia's dad..."

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Cas stood in the corner of the teen room after arriving. Only 9 minutes later did the young man enter, going directly to his desk, not looking in Cas' general direction. The door closed after the boy and Cas looked to it, only to look back when the boy jumped when noticing his presence. "Jesus Christ!" Cas tilted his head as the boy looked at him stunned.

"No, my name is Castiel." The boy made a break for the door, and it took a bit of effort to make it to stand in front of the door and left his wings a bit pained. He'd probably want to walk back to the motel, and might ride back to the bunker with the boys, if offered. He tried to make a calming face and held his hands up in a way he was told was nonthreatening. The boy fell back in surprise and shuffled back across the floor. "I do not want to hurt you. I am here to talk." Cas said trying to keep his voice down.

"How the fuck did you do that!?" The boy was unnecessarily loud in his shocked state. Perhaps it would help his plight to explain.

"I flew." The boy's mouth opened and closed trying to find words.

"W-Why did you break into my room!?" Cas held back an eye roll and settled for thinking to his self that humans needed better hearing.

"To speak with you. We, my friends and I, are looking into the odd amount of, and circumstances of, deaths in the area." The boy scoffed.

"And you think I'm the weak link that's gonna tell you everything?"

"We think you are most likely to be understanding of our good intentions."

"Yeah, well buddy, the road to hell..." Cas tilted his head in confusion. "...'is paved with good intentions'? Have you really never heard that the expression? Whatever, look, I told your friend what I think of you guys. I'm not telling you anything." Cas gave a frustrated sigh. He slowly approached the child and offered his hand for assistance up. He seemed to stumble into a standing position, still eyeing the door.

"There have been many deaths in the area; Many of them supposedly animal attacks. If your friends aren't involved, you have nothing to fear." Cas said trying his hardest to be convincing.

"Yeah, because you guys are the good kind of hunters, and I'm a wee little fairy! Wait, that's probably possible... You get the point: I'm not saying anything." The boy said with a touch of anger in his tone(though muttering to himself for the middle portion), moving to walk past to the door. Castiel put his hand on the boy's chest to stop him. He responded by trying some "half baked self defense crap" as Dean would say, and so Cas pushed him back, making him fall back onto the floor. Immediately the boy let out a pained winded yell, as he'd apparently knocked the air out of him. "PETER!" Cas pulled back quickly flying back to the hotel. He collapsed onto the bed, Dean instantly rushed to his side.

"Cas?! What's wrong? Did you get caught? Are you shot? Talk to me man!" Cas rolled his eyes, but smiled at Dean's obvious concern.

"You didn't give me time to answer you, Dean." Dean gave him a "bitch face". "I was not seen, nor shot, not that I'd be injured if I had been. I've simple exhausted my energy. My wings..." Cas looked at Dean's worried look, obviously expecting openness. "... are in quite a bit of pain." The helpless look Dean gave broke his heart.

"I-Is there anything we can do?" Cas smiled softly.

"I'm back here, that is more than enough comfort to me Dean." Dean gave a sincere smile before it turned joking.

"Well, aren't you easy to please. I talked Sam into grabbin' some food because of my little flesh wound." Cas smiled sincerely, though not without some pain, back at Dean.

"Are you sure you didn't just want food anyway Dean?" Dean shrugged.

"Milk an excuse if you've got one, right?" An awkward silence befell them for a second before the door sprung open with Sam's return. He looked between the two, Cas still comfortingly in Dean's arms.

"Am… I interrupting something?" Cas sat up, noticing how uncomfortable Dean now was, and Dean sat back against the pillows.

"No, 'course not, Sammy. At least not if you've got my food?" Sam rolled his eyes and slid a foam container across his bed.

"I ate there. Sorry I didn't bring you any Cas. I didn't think you'd be back by now." Sam turned exclusively to Dean for the next part. "Hey, did Crowley call you or something?" Dean looked to Cas then back at Sam.

"No... Why?"

"I swear I saw him walking by the diner, but by the time I got out there he was gone." Dean grabbed his phone and dialed the number now ingrained in his muscle memory. Cas figured Dean didn't put number in his contacts on principle. He put the phone on speaker as it rang.

"Hello?" The voice was correct. But the greeting made the boys think twice. Cas thought nothing of it.

"What are you doing in town Crowley?"

"Oh, Squirrel. Nice to hear from you. Sorry for the off answe'. I haven't changed my contacts off binging names." Sam tilted his head at that.

"Wait you have different names for people when you're binging?"

"Not for you. Never miss an opportunity to proposition my favorite Moose for phone sex." Dean rolled his eyes. Cas was glad he wasn't the only one who didn't appreciate Crowley's vulgarity when talking with Sam.

"Well, remind me to take you to the zoo. Now answer the question."

"I don't even know where you boys are. I would have assumed the bunker." Sam's voice popped in that purposed force to it.

"Beacon Hills. I saw you Crowley, What are you doing here?"

"How do you know I'm not just stalking you?"

"You would rather hang around and bother me, than stalk me. What are you doing here?"

"Let's just say business."

"Business...?"

"Mm-hmm. You should mind yours Moose. Kisses boys." With that Crowley hung up. Sam gave a fuming look for a few seconds before sitting down on the empty bed.

"So, what happened with the kid?"

"He was rather afraid that I was in his room. And apparently he's a fairy." Sam and Dean both gave stunned confused looks.

"...What?" Both said in unison.

"He said that we were the good kind of hunters, and then that he was a wee little fairy..." Both of the humans rolled their eyes.

"He was being sarcastic Cas. He was saying that us being good hunters was about as likely as him being a 'wee little fairy'." Sam piped in. Dean waited until he was done to say anything.

"Please tell me that's not all you got Cas?"

"It seems he does not trust that we won't hurt his friends if they aren't involved." Dean scoffed.

"Or He knows we will because they are involved."

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