Just another note, Peter of course is still an asshole but he's not the same evil 'i must be the alpha' guy. He's actually sort of decent in this fic. This chapter made me sad at the end, but I suppose that's a good thing :)

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Sam woke up around six in the morning and packed up everything he would need, then went into the kitchen and found Dean and Cas.

"Hello Sam. Dean said I could accompany you two on your hunt." Sam nodded. That would be helpful.

"You about ready to go Sammy?" Dean asked as he stood and stretched. Sam nodded.

"Once I get some food we can get on our way." Dean nodded and yawned. He still hadn't gotten enough sleep. Sam could see it in his face.

"This will be almost a day's drive. We can take turns driving." Dean said. Sam nodded.

Once Sam had eaten they packed their bags and weapons into the back of the impala and got in, putting the angel in the back. He grumbled about having to sit in the back but calmed and rested against the seat, letting his energy come back. Dean was driving first, and went for a good four hours. But at the point he realized he had to pee bad enough that the next rest stop was too far away.

"I'm gonna pull over." Cas tilted his head and looked at him with wondering blue eyes as Dean pulled to the shoulder of the road.

"Why Dean?" He asked and Sam chuckled quietly. Dean rolled his eyes

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"Because humans need to piss every few hours." He got out of the car and stepped a few feet away, undoing his pants. He sighed as a strong stream flowed onto the ground. Sam just chuckled at his brother and got out too. He wasn't a fan of pissing on the side of the road, but this was his chance to go. Dean finished and packed himself up.

"Hey Dean, I'll drive for a while." Dean nodded and went and got in the passenger side. Once Sam was done he got in as well and started driving. Dean was exhausted, so as much as he didn't want to, he fell asleep after a while. It was good. He needed it.

A good couple hours later Dean started to have nightmares again. Cas gently put a hand on Dean's shoulder, and surprisingly the hunter calmed back into peaceful sleep. Sam raised an eyebrow. "Whatever you just did, keep doing it." Cas tilted his head.

"I did nothing but touch him." Sam furrowed his eyebrows. Then why did that work? Could it possibly have something to do with how Dean felt for the angel? What he wouldn't admit but was there?

"Then keep touching him when he starts to get restless, he really needs the sleep and I don't mind driving." Cas nodded at the request and sat back again.

Every time nightmares came up Cas touched him and Dean was calm again. Dean managed to sleep a full eight hours. There were ten hours left in the drive. Dean suddenly jolted awake looking panicked, breathing fast.

"Dean you're okay, calm down." Sam said while Cas put a hand on him again. Dean looked at Sam and Cas and knew he was safe and relaxed.

"How long was I out?" He asked and rubbed at his face. Sam sighed.

"Eight hours." Dean looked at him like he was crazy.

"Eight?" He asked and Cas nodded at him. "But... The mark it..." Sam pointed to Cas before returning his hand to the wheel.

"Every Time it happened Cas touched you and you calmed down." Dean looked at Cas then out the front of the car. He didn't say anything in response. Soon they made a stop for some food and something to drink, and then Dean started driving again.

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The day went by fast. The pack hung out and talked, everyone could smell the sadness on Stiles and an extra roughness on Derek but no one else questioned it. They ate and went out and ran around together, and Scott at least got Stiles to laugh and have some fun. Finally it was late and everyone is leaving.

"Stiles... Please just come stay with me." Scott whispered to him quietly. Stiles looked at where Derek was leaning on the counter, no doubt listening, and back to Scott as he shook his head.

"No... I'll be okay. I... I don't want to bother your mom again and... Hey maybe I can get old sour wolf to lighten up?" Scott knew Stiles was just throwing out excuses as his heart beat faster, but he left it and hugged Stiles.

"See you later then." He said and took off with Kira. Stiles took a moment to build courage before he went up to Derek.

"Hey... We gotta talk Derek please." No reaction. "Listen I know you're confused and maybe your pride is in the way but... What we did this morning... And that kiss the night before... It just felt so real. Please Derek you don't have to run from it... I-" he was cut off by Derek sharply turning around and standing tall, eyes red

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"I don't need anyone. Not you, not anybody." Stiles at first felt his heart sink, and was prepared to just go ahead and go to Scott's house and probably cry. But then he stopped. Behind Derek's cold expression and red eyes... He saw something else. A broken wolf that needed to be mended. Stiles calmed and stared into his eyes.

"No... You... You're broken. Scared... Everyone you've ever loved has either died or turned on you... You're scared to get close to someone again." Derek's red eyes faded and his stare broke as the looked at the floor, almost like a kicked puppy. "I'm right... Aren't I." Derek wouldn't verbally admit it but didn't deny it either. Stiles had just hit a weak spot way to close to home. "I mean... You were in love with that girl but she died because you tried to turn her... And had to kill her. You loved Kate but she turned on you... And killed everyone else you loved... And then that women who turned out to be the Darach... You loved her... She saved you... But then..." Stiles stopped and looked at Derek, realizing he had gone way WAY to far. He saw something that he was pretty sure no one alive had ever seen before. Derek was crying. Tears were falling on the ground, his head was down and shoulders shaking...

"Oh shit... Derek I'm sorry I didn't mean..." He put a hand on Derek's shoulder but the older man turned away and swiftly went up the stairs. Stiles actually face palmed. He never expected Derek to be so sensitive... But to reveal the guys biggest pain that's ruined his life, and then go on about every aching memory? That was just downright stupid. It all made sense now. Derek was always so closed off and cold to people because he was scared to get attached... Everything fell into place when that last piece of the puzzle was inserted. Stiles cursed yet again and bolted up the stairs after him. "Derek?!" He called, looking in the bathroom before going to Derek's room and slowly opening the closed door. Derek was against the wall with his knees to his chest and his face in his hands. "Oh Derek..." Stiles went up to him. He could hear him crying now, small whines and sniffles. He went up to him but Derek lashed out with red eyes, teeth and claws extended.

"Go away!" He snarled but a second later it all went away and he just curled up again. Stiles had backed up but shook his head. He wasn't scared of Derek. Ok... Maybe he was. But Derek needed comfort. He was so pulled away from comfort and physical touch, it really had broken him. Stiles carefully sat next to him.

"Shh... Derek it's okay." He said quietly, and when Derek didn't try to get him to go away again Stiles wrapped an arm around him and pulled him close. Seeing the alpha cry... Feeling his shoulders shake... It was diffidently new but Stiles thought it was good. Sourwolf needed it. "I'm here for you okay? I'm here and I'm not gonna leave." After he said that, Derek stopped resisting. He gave in and leaned down into Stiles, curling up small and burying his face in Stiles shoulder. Stiles turned and wrapped both arms around him, gently rubbing his back and holding him close. "It's okay." Derek cried for a good amount of time. Peter got back in the middle of it and stood in the doorway for a moment. He hadn't seen Derek do that... Since he was a kid. He quietly backed out and went into his own room, concerned now. Stiles heard Derek's crying die down, and the shaking stopped. But Derek still had his head down, buried away. "Hey... Will you look at me?" He asked quietly. He had to physically pull Derek's head up, and what he saw broke his heart. Derek looked up at him with the saddest kicked puppy look yet and a tear stained face. Stiles used his thumbs and gently wiped the tears away. "It's okay." He whispered, and for a moment they just stared at each other. But after a minute Stiles found courage he didn't know he had and leaned forward, gently kissing Derek.

Derek wasn't kissing back and he started to pull away, but at the last moment Derek pulled him back and returned the gentle kiss and closed his eyes. It seemed like forever, but when they finally pulled apart Derek kept his eyes closed. Stiles gently rubbed the side of his face, staying close. "Let's go to bed okay?" Derek nodded and let Stiles pull him to his feet and to his bed. Stiles was surprised, when he got on the bed Derek got on with him and snuggled up close, breathing still shallow. Stiles wrapped an arm around him and kept him close. "I'm here." He said quietly and gently ran a hand through Derek's hair. He stayed awake until Derek's breathing slowed and he laid calmly in his arms. He was asleep. Taking everything that had happened in, Stiles slowly fell asleep as well.

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