Hey so another note. At the end of season three Allison died and Aiden died so Ethan and Isaac left, leaving Derek, Scott, Stiles, Lydia, Peter, and Malia and Liam there. Now I'm not going to have Malia in this fanfic because I'm using the sterek ship and if feel like that would get complicated. So she won't show up at all.
And here is your warning! Slight piss kink alert. It only involves a boner being popped from seeing/hearing pissing, which leads to a little bit of sexy stuff :P but I promised I would warn you about kinks and triggers, and when there is descriptive sex. Love you!
Dean managed to sleep peacefully until about three in the morning. That when the nightmares started. The mark started burning and his arm was stiff as he cried out, sounding in pain, sounding fearful. But also angry. Hell if it didn't scare Sam. He woke up to the sound of his brother screaming, like he often did. But this time he was there with Dean. He quickly sat up and put his hands on Dean's shoulders, gently shaking him.
"Dean hey, wake up Dean you're safe I'm right here." He had to shake him quite a bit before his brother finally opened his eyes, and his arm relaxed. Dean had a few tears on his face and his breathing was fast. Sam sighed. "It's okay." He knew Dean wasn't going to go back to sleep. "Maybe you should pack up?" Dean nodded and furiously wiped his face dry, sitting up. It was a good thing Cas had the blade now.
"Yeah... I'll do that. You can sleep Sammy." Sam sighed and watched as Dean walked out of Sam's room, and to his own. Dean got to his room and his anger got the best of him. He punched at the wall a few times before stopping himself. Then, in silence, he started packing up clothes, guns, silver bullets, and a few vials of wolfsbane. He added in knives for good measure and a few bottles of whiskey. Last he remembered their stitch kit, incase it was needed. Now he had everything. But by the time he was done, it was only four o'clock. He sighed and went into the kitchen, splashing some water on his face and starting to make some eggs to curb his hunger. Not that it was really there anymore, but he knew he had to try and eat something. Once he had finished them he put them on a plate.
"Hello Dean." Dean jumped pretty much three feet in the air and turned around.
"Cas! How many times have I told you not to do that!" The angel titled his head.
"There is no other way for me to get in here, Dean." Dean shook his head, dismissing it, and sat down with his food. Cas went and sat next to him. "How are you?" Dean sighed. He honestly appreciated the angel caring about him. But he wouldn't admit it. He wasn't the type.
"Shitty." He admitted and sighed. Cas looked at him a bit sadly. He did care deeply for this human in a way he hadn't understood before, but was starting to. He gently put a hand on Dean's shoulder.
"Are you in pain?" Dean looked at the mark. It did give him a lot of pain. It burnt when he slept and left his arm throbbing.
"A bit." He continued eating. Cas focused for a moment before about half the pain was gone.
"I'm sorry Dean. I wish I could do more. But being fallen... And my grace... I can't do much anymore." Cas looked guilty almost. The angel was really feeling things. Dean looked at him.
"No, Cas don't feel bad. It helps, it really does." He gave the angel a small smile for reassurance. Seeing Dean smile again, even the slightest made Cas happier.
"Dean, you packed. Are you two going on another hunt?" He asked curiously. Dean nodded.
"Beacon Hills. There are supposedly lots of werewolves. And some other creepy things have happened. We're gonna go see what's up." Cas nodded.
"Perhaps I should go with you?" Cas asked, worried about Dean getting hurt, or hurting someone else for that matter. Dean actually liked the idea. He always felt better when Castiel was around.
"That would be great." Cas looked pleased with how Dean was acting. The man used to be so closed off, but recently he had actually been starting to open up and it was nice. Cas knew he felt something for Dean, but didn't expect to get any of it back. He didn't really know how it worked anyways. So of course the angel was completely oblivious to how Dean felt about him. But Sam wasn't. Sam was actually surprised that his brother was turning out to be bisexual. He didn't have anything against it at all, it was just unexpected. Dean was awful butch.
"If you don't mind I think I'll ride in the car with you two. I feel like I need a rest for a while to regenerate some of my power."
"Yeah Cas of course you can." Dean nodded as he finished eating. Cas looked at the empty plate. He had eaten. That was a good sign. He could diffidently tell Dean was trying to fight the mark. He just wished he didn't have to.
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Derek woke up the next morning and just laid there, staring at the ceiling for about an hour. He couldn't believe what he had done last night. He didn't know what he wanted and part of him told him to forget his own wishes. His instinct was just to protect the pack and make sure their needs were met. What about Stiles needs? Werewolf or not he was part of the pack. And clearly he wanted to be with Derek just as much. Derek was broke out of his thoughts as Peter peeked in.
"Why is Stiles on our couch?" The older man asked. Derek sighed and sat up.
"His dad had to leave for a couple weeks on a big trip, trying to solve a case, and Stiles didn't want to be home alone." Peter furrowed his eyebrows.
"Why didn't he go stay with Scott?" Derek just shrugged so Peter decided to leave him be and go down stairs. He went over to the couch and poked Stiles. "Hey. Get off your ass."
"Hmm?" Stiles mumbled as he slowly opened his eyes. "What?" Peter sighed.
"You're on my couch. I'd like to sit there and watch tv. Move." Stiles rolled his eyes. That was diffidently Peter.
"Hales." He said quietly and rolled his eyes, but got up and moved. Peter sat and turned on the tv. Stiles ran a hand through his hair, which was now very messed up. The only bathroom was upstairs, which he didn't understand why, but he grabbed his comb, gel, and clean clothes, and headed up. Derek was just sitting there now, trying to think of what to do. Stiles walked passed Derek's room, where the door was half open, and into the bathroom. Of course, thinking Derek was still asleep he didn't even bother to close the door. But Derek was awake. And from this angle he could see Stiles. Oh just great. Stiles off course, as it was the first thing most people did in the morning, went to the toilet and unzipped his pants. At least his back was to Derek. But when he actually started peeing, Derek blushed, watching him from behind. Stiles put his head back with a sigh and Derek clenched his jaw as he became hard.
"Fuck." He whispered and looked down at the large tent in his jeans. Great. Just great. Stiles finished, zipping up and flushing. Then he proceeded to comb and gel his hair back to its adorable fluffy state. Derek stood up and reached into his pants, flipping his erection up against himself so it wasn't noticeable unless you knew. He walked out of his room and Stiles heard him, turning around and giving him a small smile.
"Morning sour wolf." Derek's face was a bit flushed and he cleared his throat.
"Morning." Stiles raised an eyebrow and leaned back on the counter.
"You okay?" He asked. Derek nodded. Stiles went back to fixing his hair. Derek sighed. He needed to take care of his problem. His were the kind that didn't go away easily.
"I Uh... Have to go to the bathroom. Can you..." Stiles didn't look at him.
"Go ahead. I won't look." Derek sighed. 'No but you'll see I'm erect out of the corner of your eye.' He thought.
"Can you just leave for a minute?" He asked. It was starting to hurt.
"Oh come on Derek it's not like you haven't pissed in front of me before. You usually don't care." Derek sighed.
"Stiles... I... I've got..." He looked down. Stiles followed his gaze. It was hard to tell but it fit together.
"Oh... Im gonna change in your room then." Stiles nodded and grabbed his clothes, going out and into Derek's room to change. Derek sighed and shut the door, quickly taking care of his problem before using the bathroom and then walking to his room to change. Stiles was sitting on his bed. Derek sighed.
"Need something?" He pulled off his shirt and grabbed one out of his dresser. Stiles stared at his muscles until he put on a new shirt.
"I just wanted to talk. About... Last night." He bit his lip. The last thing he wanted was to make Derek mad. Derek sighed and turned away from him, pulled off his belt and jeans, quickly pulling in another pair and re-doing his belt.
"What about it?" He said and turned around, looking at Stiles. The teen looked up at him timidly.
"You kissed me..." Derek looked down and Stiles waited for some sort of answer.
"Yeah. I did." Derek actually stepped a bit closer to Stiles, making Stiles sit up more.
"Why?" He asked another question. He had to know. He had to know if Derek actually felt something for him. There was a long pause before Derek spoke.
"Because I couldn't stop myself." All in one motion he stepped forward and pushed Stiles down in the bed, hovering over him and kissing him again. Stiles was surprised at first, eyes going wide, but then he relaxed and closed his eyes, kissing him back. Derek's kissing got deeper and more aggressive and he started moving against Stiles. Stiles reached up and gripped at Derek's shoulders, feeling along his chest. They finally had to break away for air and were both panting, pressed close, Derek still hovering over Stiles. Derek had felt himself harden and looked down at the large obvious tent in his pants, and he realized Stiles had the same thing going on. Derek barely even had control of himself now. He reached down and gently grabbed Stiles' cock through his pants, and the teen moaned, holding on to Derek's shoulders.
"Derek." He said quietly. Derek made a small growl and gently rubbed him through his pants, starting to kiss all over his neck. Stiles was moaning Derek's name quietly, gently moving against him. It felt so perfect. But after a minute of that Derek's heart rate was going up too much, and he started to change. He shut his red eyes as his teeth and nails grew out, then got off Stiles and stepped away with a growl, back to Stiles. He still wasn't very good at control. His chest was heaving, breathing heavy. Stiles sat up, watching him. "Hey... Derek it's okay just take it slow and easy." Derek was afraid he was scaring Stiles, so Stiles was just letting him know it was okay.
"I'm sorry." Derek said quietly, trying to calm himself. Stiles carefully stood up and went over to him, putting a hand on his broad shoulder.
"No. Don't be sorry Derek. It's okay." He gently rubbed Derek's shoulder and back and soon Derek calmed, shifting back. He was normal again. Stiles sat Derek on the bed and sat next to him. "So. What does this mean?" Derek was staring at the floor. Stiles hoped Derek would admit how he felt.
"It means I have a problem. With control. But other than that it means nothing. It never happened." Derek said and stood up, walking away. Stiles felt a pang of hurt in his chest.
"Nothing?" He whispered after him. His erection was long gone now, sadness replacing his thoughts. Derek didn't love him. He never would. Derek went into the bathroom and took a quick shower to get the scent of arousal and Stiles off of him, then got out, dried off, and redressed. When he peeked back in his room Stiles wasn't in there. But he could smell Scott downstairs. Peters scent was stale, meaning he'd gone out. Derek walked to the stairs but stopped at he heard Scott.
"Hey... Stiles are you okay?" He asked quietly. Stiles was sitting at the table looking pretty sad. He actually had tears in his eyes, but they weren't spilling over. "You smell like Derek. He didn't do anything to you did he?" Stiles shook his head.
"I'm fine Scott." Derek walked down the stairs and Stiles wouldn't look at him. Scott grabbed Derek and pushed him into the other room.
"What the hell did you do to him!?" He growled. Derek flashed his red eyes.
"I didn't do anything. I got up and took a shower, then came down here." Scott didn't believe him.
"He smells like you. What did you do to him." Scott was getting more angry and let his gold eyes show. Derek stood tall above him, showing his dominance.
"He's in my loft of course he smells like me. But I didn't do anything." Scott sighed and let him go. They both walked back into the kitchen and Derek started making breakfast. A little bit later Liam and Kira showed up. Scott went to Kira and wrapped her in a hug.
"Hey." He smiled and kissed her gently. Stiles watched sadly. That's what he wanted with Derek... Liam went and sat by Stiles.
"Stiles." Liam nodded to him. Stiles forced a smile. He would just forget about it and have a good day. Or try.