for Derek / Dean / Cas

[iwasmore]

Recently, things had felt off for Noah. Not just everything with Ronan, but with...him. It was becoming difficult to stay corporeal, controlling his body, acting human. It scared him, as much as he tried not to let on. He wasn't sure if it was because he was ending, or if it was something about Darrow. So far, the only one who'd mentioned having any sort of knowledge on the subject was Dean. Granted, he also wanted to separate Noah from the mortal realm, but he wasn't aggressive about it and Noah thought maybe after that monster attack Dean kind of owed it to him not to, well. Kill him.

Noah thought it might be a good idea to ask Dean what he knew about his existence, and to check up on him to make sure he was okay. To further make a show of good will, he decided to bring some elfroot with him. Krem wasn't around, and Noah felt a bit guilty taking some without asking, but he'd just take a little. He packed it in a little bag, along with an apple and the lighter. This also meant he had to walk to Dean's. He couldn't just pop in and out, he wouldn't be able to carry anything with him.

On the way, he blinked out of existence. The baggie and apple fell to the ground. Noah showed up about twenty minutes later, and thankfully they were right where he'd dropped them. He picked them up and continued on his way, resting a hand on his chest where his heart would have been if he still had one.

When he got to Dean's house he stared up at it, re-thinking his decision. Did Dean live with Castiel? What if Castiel yelled at him?

Noah frowned and lurked across the walkway. He nibbled nervously at the hem of his shirt sleeve, and turned around to leave. Maybe another day...

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[triskehale]

"You will if I will?" Derek asks with an astonished laugh. "God, I've been transported back to high school."

He looks at Dean long to realize that yes, he's completely serious, and then he rolls his eyes and gestures Noah over. "Fine, I'll try it, but you have to promise not to let Cas smite me."

The weed, or elfroot or whatever it is, smells earthy and a little sweet, and Derek eyes it curiously. "I don't even know if it'll work on me."

[iwasmore]

Noah doesn't mention that he'd still technically be in high school if he hadn't, well, died.

"Even if it doesn't work, it tastes good. Better than Earth weed," he comments, pleased that they both seem to be up for it. He finally comes over to where they're at, sitting cross-legged on the porch and taking the apple from the bag to begin constructing a bong the way Krem had done. Back home, he'd never had to make one, but the apple thing was clever and quite handy.

"No, I don't get hungry," he adds, smiling.

Once he's done carving out all the appropriate functions, he holds the apple up. "Do you guys know how to use this?"

[always_enduphere]

Dean's smelled weed - it hadn't smelled either good or bad to him, mostly just forbidden, but sweeter is nice. He manages to bump Derek's leg with his feet. "C'mon, I suck at being a bad boy." For Noah's presentation of an apple, though, Dean frowns.

Dean's actually pretty good with quick works of engineering, but he eyes the apple and the bag dubiously.

"I have no idea what's happening," he admits. "Am I already high? Are we smoking it through an apple?"

[triskehale]

"Apparently," Derek replies, giving the apple an unimpressed look. He's heard of the technique, remembers it from high school. "Can you not just get rolling papers? I feel like the principal is going to catch us any minute now."

After he says it, Derek sits up straight and turns towards the house, listening carefully for any movement from Castiel before turning back to Noah again. "Do you want me to go get papers?"

[iwasmore]

Noah looks a little hurt. He likes the apple bong, it's cute and it smells good and it seems clever to him. He's never smoked the elfroot like a joint, but he doesn't see why it wouldn't work just fine.

"If you want," he says. He doesn't have anything on him to use, not even a receipt.

[always_enduphere]

"Wait," says Dean, confused, but still intrigued by the apple. "Will that make the smoke not hot?" he asks Noah. "I don't actually smoke, and coughing up a lung will bring Castiel down on us faster than anything."

He actually smirks. "Unless you want to try shotgunning, but I guarantee you that'll bring him out here, too."

[triskehale]

Derek actually feels bad about giving Noah shit about his little apple bong. Either Derek is getting too soft, or Noah's sad little ghost face is just that sad. So, here sits Derek Hale, almost twenty-six and about to smoke weed for the first time out of a piece of fruit.

"No one likes a tease, Winchester," Derek says, patting Dean's knee through the mound of blankets. He looks at Noah and gestures towards the apple with his chin. "Light it up, then."

[iwasmore]

Noah looks a little embarrassed at the mention of shotgunning, blushing, his cheeks looking more flesh-colored than normal.

"I don't think it will help that much," he says apologetically. "But just don't take too much smoke, and let it sit in your mouth for a second to help cool it off."

He lights it up as requested, and takes the first drag to demonstrate how to smoke from the apple. He exhales slowly, the smoke wafting around his face. He doesn't cough, but then, he's a ghost.

"Next?"

[always_enduphere]

Dean watches Noah curiously. It seems simple enough, and Noah doesn't cough, so it must not be terrible. Still, he's quick to volunteer someone else, first.

"Derek," he says, "You're up," and already his nose is filled with the smoke. Like Noah said, it's almost sweet, and Dean pulls at it carefully to prepare himself.

[triskehale]

Derek watches Noah inhale closely, making note of how he holds his fingers. The smoke smells sweet on its own, and when combined withe the apple it has a sort of earthy pleasantness. When Dean speaks, Derek scoffs and cuts him a look. "Pansy."

He leans forward and takes the apple and the lighter, looking down at it with a slight frown for a moment. This is pretty much the last thing he expected to be doing when he started heading over here, but somehow this is where he's ended up.

Derek lifts the apple to his mouth and lights the weed, or whatever the hell it is, and pulls the smoke into his mouth. It lingers on his tongue, sticky hot, and then he draws it into his lungs. It burns a little, and makes his eyes glass over with a slight sting, but he tips his head back and exhales without coughing.

"Here you go," Derek says, voice a little rough as he holds the apple out to dean. "Unless shotgunning is still on the table."

[iwasmore]

Noah is surprised Derek is bringing up shotgunning with Dean. Dean's husband is scary. Like, not even scary, just plain terrifying. He would definitely not proposition Dean to shotgun, especially with Castiel just inside.

"You'll be okay," Noah says to Dean, encouragingly.

[always_enduphere]

Dean tries not to look reassured, mostly because that would mean he needs reassuring, and takes the apple. "Maybe not this time," he tells Derek and lights the little puff of dried plant, cooling the smoke in his mouth as Derek had done before he draws it into his lungs. It helps, but not enough, because in the next moment Dean is doubled over and coughing hard into his fist, and every twitch of his lungs only draws the smoke deeper.

He's dizzy, but it's not the worst kind of dizzy, and eventually Dean lifts his head. "Sweet." Maybe beneath the taste of his coughed up lungs.

[triskehale]

Derek chuckles a little and reaches over to rub Dean's back as he coughs, sharing a look with Noah. "Get it together, man. You're gonna get us caught."

He grins and then blinks a few times as he suddenly feels a bit dizzy. A sort of heaviness rolls through him and he lets out a wondering sort of noise. "Huh. I was really not expecting that to work."

[iwasmore]

"Oh my god," Noah says to Derek's look, trying to hold in laughter at Dean's coughing fit. Not that it's unusual to cough while smoking, but it's just so much. He's like the embarrassing dad of the group.

"It's probably stronger than Earth weed. My boyfriend is from a world with dragons, like, some Lord of the Rings place. Plus it's elfroot. I bet it was made for elves who are like superhuman people so they need stronger stuff."

So maybe Noah is already a tiny bit giddy from the elfroot. But, one drag isn't going to do that much, so he reaches for the apple for another turn, and continues passing it around.

[always_enduphere]

"Sorry," Dean croaks, though he doesn't look it when he finally lifts his head. His eyes are huge and glassy, and he smiles at them both, a soft, wide thing that takes up half his face. Already the itch in his lungs has receded, and most of his exhaustion as well, replaced with a pleasant buzzing that seems to come from his very nerves.

"I'm vibrating."

[triskehale]

"You're not vibrating," Derek replies lazily, words rolling off of his tongue. He sort of feels like he's moving through molasses and he's not entirely sure that he likes it. Usually he's moving so fast, even when he's sitting still. His heart beats fast, his blood pumps fast, and now he feels sort of muted and slow. Hazy.

"I feel heavy," he says after awhile, plucking at his shirt. "My clothes feel heavy."

Without thinking much of it, he pulls off his shirt and tosses it aside. The air feels good against his skin, and suddenly he thinks about how good it would feel to just lay in this patch of sunlight. "Hey guys, I'm gonna shift. Don't freak out."

Soon enough, his clothes are gone and Derek shifts into a hulking black wolf, shaking out his thick black fur. It's already getting thicker in preparation for winter, and Derek leans down to stretch out his legs before jumping back on the deck chair between Dean's legs, huffing as he drops his head into Dean's lap and sprawls out.

Yeah, this is good. He feels lazy and safe, and he revels in it.

[iwasmore]

Derek says not to freak out, but Noah doesn't know what 'shift' means, so when Derek suddenly becomes a giant black wolf, Noah nearly drops the apple. He stares over at the wolf with large, unblinking eyes, his mouth hanging open a little. He's never hallucinated from pot before, but then again, this is elfroot. He must be high as fuuuck.

"Everybody sees that wolf, right?" he asks slowly, rubbing one eye.

[always_enduphere]

"Yeah," says Dean, his eyes wide and amazed for all that he knows Derek does this. He's just so big. And so soft. Dean bends himself in half to rest his forehead against Derek's hide, but not before reaching to boop Noah's nose.

"He's a werewolf." Grinning, Dean buries his face in Derek's dark fur, rubbing his cheek on it. It feels amazing, and he sort of wishes he had his shirt off, too, so he could feel more of this soft fur. "Good fur."

[triskehale]

Noah knows that Derek is a werewolf in theory, but he hasn't really seen evidence of it. Still, he listens as Derek explains and then lets out a pleased growl as Dean nuzzles at him, preening a bit when he compliments his fur. It is good fur, all thick and soft, and it feels good when people run their fingers through it.

Derek wriggles around until he and Dean are more side by side and Derek stretches out, claws digging into the cushion as he thumps his tail against Dean's thigh. Another happy rumble escapes him and he huffs, feeling lazy and content as he nuzzles at Dean's shoulder.

He looks at Noah and lets out a yip, gesturing him closer.

[iwasmore]

"Oh. Right." Right? He vaguely remembers Derek having told him something about that, but it's all a hazy memory that doesn't seem to hold the same impact as actually seeing it in front of his face.

Like who knew wolves were so big?

And was he telling him to come closer?

Maybe he wants to eat them like Red Riding Hood and her grandma. Except no one can eat him, oh my god. Noah bursts into laughter at the thought.

Noah scoots closer to the chair, and reaches up to pet Derek. He is soft. He pats him with a wide smile. "I didn't think werewolves would be so fluffy!" he giggles.

[always_enduphere]

Dean wriggles in closer to Derek, holding onto him as he must have done with his stuffed bear when he was four. Noah laughs, and Dean does, too, even if he doesn't know why, rubbing his cheek methodically against Derek's fur.

"Good fur," he repeats, and wishes again that he could feel more of it. Reaching down, Dean yanks at the hem of his shirt. He gets it up as high as his belly, and Derek's fur feels nice there, so he drags it higher, but something goes wrong when the shirt is halfway over his head.

"No," Dean groans faintly, letting his arms fall to wrap back around Derek. "Cas, help."

[godless_son]

In the end, Castiel will wonder how he hadn't noticed the smell or the noise (he will blame Dean) or how he could have let himself grow so impassioned about the lies of Kashi-Go-Lean (also blame Dean) that it's not until Dean's prayer that Castiel felt something was off.

He'd been fetching a fresh baked pie as a peace offering for the sheer amount of kale he'd been forcing down Dean's throat when he'd flown out to the porch, eyes widening at the sight.

The sight of his stoned, half-naked husband rubbing himself all over Derek's body while the ghost that had caused such a recent fight between them seems to be trying to join in the orgy.

"You lied about the Kashi," he finally bites out, air crackling with energy as his eyes grow more and more narrow. "You lied and and did drugs and rubbed yourself on people as I was making you pie."

With that he turns the pie over, letting it fall to the dirty porch as he makes his final proclamation. "And I am getting a goat next week."

[triskehale]

Derek likes fur to skin contact, so he just lets out a content rumble as Dean pets him. He knows that Dean is hurt, and needs to be kept safe and warm. Derek burrows closer, and his ears perk up when Castiel is suddenly outside. He smells angry and he's loud, so Derek leans down and shoves his muzzle up under Dean's shirt, wriggling underneath it until his whole head is under the fabric and they're pressed together.

Something smells like apples and cinnamon, though, and Derek's wet nose pokes out through the neck of Dean's shirt, pressing up under his chin as he sniffs curiously.

[iwasmore]

Noah doesn't even notice Derek wriggling into Dean's shirt, because Castiel is there all of a sudden throwing pies around and talking about goats. Noah goes very still for long moment before he bursts out laughing. "O-oh my god, what the fuck?"

"Is he real?" Noah asks, pointing to Castiel.

If he is real, he'll probably want a turn. Even if he isn't real he'll probably want a turn, Noah supposes. He more or less floats over with the apple in his hand and a wide smile. "Elfroot?"

[always_enduphere]

Dean manages to reach with one of the arms trapped over his head, grabbing aimlessly for Castiel. He sounds angry, and he's speaking nonsense about a goat, and he's probably got ink on him from his angry letter campaign. Dean wants to rub on him, too. "He's so furry," he drawls out, grinning against the fabric of his shirt. "You should pet him. Where did my pie go?"

His arm stretches further, seeking the ground from an impossible angle. "Noah, save my pie."