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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[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."

[godless_son]

Castiel snatches his hand away to point at Noah, lightening striking out of the blue.

"Do not touch that pie. Dean does not get pie. Dean does not deserve that pie. And you," he growls, flicking Derek's furry nose currently sticking out of Dean's shirt. "Quit rubbing on my husband. You are all enabling his poor decision making and Kashi lies."

[triskehale]

Derek snorts when his nose is suddenly flicked, because who dares, but he is distracted by Dean's struggle. He's all tangled up in his shirt, which is tight around Derek's head, so he turns to dig his teeth into the fabric and tear. The shirt falls open, freeing both Dean and himself, and Derek lets out a satisfied huff.

Dean's hands are still in his fur and Derek rubs against him eagerly, completely ignoring Castiel and looking at the pie instead. He's eaten far dirtier things in this form, and his tail thumps against Dean's thigh a few times.

[iwasmore]

While Castiel is yelling at Derek and Dean, Noah sneaks over to investigate the fallen pie. It's lying face down on the porch. He crouches next to it and carefully lifts the tin, revealing a perfectly safe and clean bottom, at least.

"You could probably still eat this," he says, and pokes at the pie crust. He breaks off a small piece and throws it at Derek, hoping he'll catch it in his mouth. "Catch!"

[always_enduphere]

Dean sighs in relief as he's freed, relaxing back to stare at Castiel. His ears are ringing with something mutinous about pie, but Castiel and pie and Cas not giving him pie fails to register, because it's the most impossible thing Dean has ever heard.

"Cas," he says again, still trying to reach for him. "Wanna rub on you, too. And pie," he says pathetically. Over his head, Derek has pie. They should all have pie.

[godless_son]

"Quit rubbing my husband," Castiel huffs at Derek, going for another nose flick. "And you get no pie, Dean. Don't you dare eat that floor pie. I toiled over that pie and in return you lied to me about organics which are important. Oh, and did you all know he has been sneaking out? Basically helpless? To sex education seminars? Because he has."

[triskehale]

At this next flick to his nose, Derek bares his teeth a little and glowers up at Castiel. He was finally relaxing and having fun and now Castiel has ruined it. He's yelling and flailing his arms and Derek gives Dean the judgiest look that he can muster in this form because sex ed, really?

Castiel is still yelling and Derek looks over at Noah, who is inspecting the pie. The bit Noah threw to him was pretty good, so Derek slinks off of the chair and goes over to him, sniffing at the pie and then taking a huge bite. He licks crumbs from his muzzle and then noses some of the pie onto the plate before picking it up carefully in his teeth.

He ignores Castiel and sneaks by him to put the plate on the chair, nosing it towards Dean with his ears perked up.

[always_enduphere]

Dean brightens and grabs at the pie, pushing it into his mouth before Castiel can smite it or him. "They had free lube," he tells Derek for the sex ed, twisting his head to look up at Cas. It's not the easiest thing to string thoughts together right now, but he does his best.

"M'going stir crazy," he says. "And you like writing angry letters to Kashi. Smoking'll give me the munchies, anyway." Him getting high is basically a favor to Castiel, an idea Dean does his best to sell with a solemn glance.

He does lean over though, for Noah's gotten quiet, and Dean doesn't want him to be scared just because he and Cas are having a tiff. He lifts a hand and ruffles it through Noah's hair, just the way Sammy used to like before he got too cool for it.

[iwasmore]

Everyone is moving so fast, and talking a lot, and Noah feels like molasses. He just sort of blinks at Derek when he takes the pie, and sits down on the porch. Noah giggles - lube - and leans into Dean's hand, closing his eyes, the way Prunam leans into your touch and purrs.

"I took like five packets of lube," he says dreamily.

[godless_son]

Castiel takes the time to individually glare at each and every one of them before scooping Dean up like the shirtless, helpless maiden he currently is and sitting down on the recliner, pulling him in between Castiel's legs.

"Fine, eat your floor pie. See if I care. I feel your friends should know that I certainly haven't seen this new lube considering you've been too weak for sex."

[triskehale]

Derek puffs up proudly when Dean eats the pie, and then he goes over to Noah and noses at his cheek.

Castiel lifts Dean up and Derek lets out a bark in protest, thinking that Castiel is going to take him away, but he shuts up when Cas sits down on the chair.

Derek hops up onto the chair even though he's way too big for such an action, and flops across Dean's lap and Castiel's legs. It's a decision that he sort of regrets at Castiel's unsolicited offering of information.

He huffs and then looks over at Noah, cocking his head to the side like he isn't sure what they're supposed to do with the information.

[iwasmore]

Noah stares at Derek and his eyes widen as he tries to keep the laughter that wants to come out inside, but it doesn't work. He bursts out laughing and looks up at Castiel. "Whoa, TMI, dude," he says still giggling over it.

"Hey, I could probably get you some viagra," he adds.