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Dean watched Stiles fidgeted with his fork. Why? Why can’t we just get out of this damn life? Dean ran a hand down his face because he couldn’t even be mad at the kid. The kid is a Winchester and a nephilim, this was bound to happen.
“What kind of werewolf?” Sam asked, seeming to remember something.
“French.” Stiles nodded.
“French werewolves?” Dean really didn’t know that there were different werewolves.
Stiles looked between Sam and Dean as if to find the words.
“French werewolves are different from the average werewolves you hunt.” Bobby got up to look for a book. “They have control over their shift and silver doesn’t kill them.” Bobby found the book he was looking for and sat back down.
“So basically they’re evolved more than the ones here.” Dean realised he was fidgeting with his fork and stopped.
“They were the ones that Campbell was looking for.” Dean cringed at the mention of his insane grandfather. “He was working with the Argents, I think.” Sam frowned at the uncertainty.
“The Argents?” Bobby found the page he was looking for and put the book down in front of Dean to look at. “I bet it was Gerard and Kate. Those two are the most obsessed hunters I’ve ever met. Obsessed with killing any being in sight ”
Dean noticed Stiles flinching at the mention of the two Argents. “You know them, kid.”
Stiles slowly nodded. “They’re dead as well as Chris Argent’s wife.” God kid what happened? Bobby looked relieved at this news while Sam looked concerned.
“What happened?” Sam was the one who asked.
Stiles swallowed. “The werewolf that killed the girl, he bit my best friend Scott.” Stiles was stabbing the table with his fork and nobody stopped him. “So I tried to help Scott control his shift with the werewolf’s nephew Derek, but….”
It was two hours later and Dean lost count of the glasses of whiskey he had. He could tell that there were things that Stiles didn’t mention or would trail off on, but Dean could fill in the gaps.
“Why don’t you boys get some rest.” Bobby got up and put the dishes in the sink. Sam nodded and looked between Dean and Stiles. Dean nodded and started getting up while motioning for Stiles to follow him.
Dean and Stiles were sitting out back on the porch steps just like the night at Lisa’s almost a year ago. Where did the time go?
“Psota.” Dean rubbed his face again. He feels like he has been doing that a lot lately.
“Dad.” Stiles leaned against Dean’s shoulder.
“I’m sorry.” Dean could feel the build of tears behind his eyes.
“It’s not your fault. It was mine for being careless.” Stiles said softly and it reminded Dean so much of Cas.
“What were our older selves thinking?” Dean asked himself with his head in his hands.
“There had to be a good reason for me to be here. I know that you wouldn’t do anything without a good cause.” Stiles said.
Sometimes Dean forgets that Stiles has read all about his life and yet doesn’t hold anything against him. “God you are so much like him sometimes.” Dean didn’t need to elaborate who, Stiles already knew.
Stiles chuckled. “Everyone back home would disagree.” Dean smiled. He thought about the crazy plans and terrible luck Stiles mentioned when he was telling about his adventures. It reminded him of himself so much.
They sat outside silently until Dean realised that Stiles had fallen asleep. Dean smiled and picked the boy to carry him inside.
The next two weeks Dean taught Stiles everything there is to know about self defence. Most of the time Sam watched from the porch with a book while Booby worked. Sometimes Dean dragged Sam into a mock fight to show Stiles a move.
It was mid day near the end of June, Stiles was exhausted, but determined to reach the goal Dean had given him. “I will tackle you.” Stiles huffed out as he got into a fighting stance.
Dean smiled. “Remember to watch out for the legs.” Dean had swept Stiles’ legs out from under him almost every time.
Stiles and Dean stood in a fighting stance, waiting for the other to start. Stiles threw the first punch which Dean dodged and went to lightly punch Sitles in the chest. Stiles twisted and hooked a leg around Dean’s right leg. Dean grabbed Stiles’ arm to throw him over his shoulder, but a second later Dean was on the floor with Stiles staring down at him, smiling.
“I did it! Yes!” Stiles did a little dance while Dean’s brain caught up. “Remember to watch for the legs.” Stiles teased.
“Damn kid, what did you do?” Dean sat up and looked at Stiles. Stiles looked over at Dean and for a second he could have sworn that the kid’s eyes glowed.
“I don’t know.” Stiles frowned and looked at his hands. Sam had walked over and offered Dean a hand up.
“Stiles took your leg out then used his weight to drop you.” Dean dusted off his pants and nodded. Sam gave Stiles a pat on the back. “Nice job.”
“Ok what about Sam?” Dean towards Stiles. “Tackle him.” Dean needs to test his theory of Stiles’ powers.
Stiles nodded and got in a fighting stance. Sam looked hesitant. “Are you sure?”
“I can take on a giant.” Stiles responded which made Dean laugh. Sam seemed content with the answer and got into a stance.
They stood there for a second while Dean closely watched. Sam threw the first punch and in a flash the fight was over. Stiles was standing over Sam smiling while the other man caught his breath. There it is. Stiles looked over at Dean excitedly with his eyes glowing. So it is his angel mojo. Dean smiled and hugged the boy.
“For a second it felt like Sam was a feather.” Stiles looked at his hands confused while the glow in his eyes faded. “Is it my angel mojo?” Dean looked over at Sam with a smile.
“Yeah, but we got your eyes to stop glowing or it will give you away.” Dean walked over and gave his brother a hand. Sam nodded as he took the help.
“Dean.” Dean looked up at Sam to find him frowning. Dean looked at Stiles and smiled.
“How about we call it a day. You can go read the leviathan book you wanted to.” Stiles nodded and ran off while yelling a ‘thanks’ over his shoulder.
“Dean.”
“I know.” Dean was still looking towards the house, not wanting to face his brother yet.
“Even if you teach him to hide it, it’s still going to be figured out. Hell what happens if he starts flying or seeing souls. You can’t-”
“I know” Dean looked back at Sam. “But the kid is going to have to learn. He can’t ignore it forever.”
Sam had a concerned look on his face. It’s the same look of concern that he gave whenever he thought that it was risky.
“Look, I raised you. How hard is it to teach a half-human-half-angel kid?” Dean shrugged, he could feel the anxiety already settling in his gut.
Sam shook his head. “I’m your brother, that's different. This is your kid, Dean.” Dean looked towards the ground and swallowed. “Look. I’m here if you need anything.” Sam patted Dean’s shoulder as he walked towards the house.
My kid that I already failed to protect from this fucked life. Dean looked about at the sky, wishing that Cas was there.