Oh, yeah, everything is unbeta'd. All my mistakes are my own. Also, didn't do quite as many re-reads and edits so there will probably be more mistakes than usual.

Disclaimer: Kripke owns all Supernatural characters. Teen Wolf characters belong to Jeff Davis. I'm only borrowing them.

Pairing: Dean/Derek - very graphic. This is my second attempt at something like this because this muse wouldn't leave me alone. Please let me know what you think, constructively.

Overall Warnings: Rated Mfor swearing, graphic sexual content with alpha/omega undertones, implied forced sex of a curse/spell origin and other adult subject matter.

Author's Note: Still borrowing from BBC's Robin of Sherwood

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Chapter 15 – Sam's Surprise

Stilinski stared down at the pit he'd been held captive in that fateful night not too long ago. He stood on the edge of one of the many sink holes above the root cellar. He still remembered how terrifying it had been then marveled over Argent's no nonsense explanation of the situation which was much worse than anything he'd realistically thought it was, because as a sheriff, he'd always prided himself on his logic.

He mentally scoffed at his naivety as he turned toward the sound of vehicles approaching. He carefully made his way over to stand by the Nemeton while he waited for the teen to exit their vehicles. He glanced around once again, checking for Derek but not finding any sign of him.

When he faced the group of teens again, he noticed that, of course, his son, Stiles, was there, as well as the wolves, Lydia and Allison. He frowned slightly, "Allison, I thought you were supposed to go home and help your dad."

"I was," she answered easily, "but then something apparently happened and they are heading out here."

"Figures," Stilinski remarked with resignation.

"What's going on, Sheriff?" Scott asked curiously.

"You know how Dean thought you were being controlled by a, God help us, magic user?" Stilinski started hesitantly. Scott nodded so Stilinski continued, nodding toward the Nemeton, "Well, evidence says this is where they are meeting."

"They?" Stiles verified incredulously.

"Yeah," Stilinski confirmed. "Apparently, this magic user has a cult and we suspect that they are meeting here again tonight." The teens turned toward the Nemeton instinctively.

"So that's the Nemeton," Ethan observed curiously.

"Yeah, it's different, though," Scott answered distractedly as he approached it for closer examination.

"What's different?" Stilinski prodded.

"The slits and that burned spot in the middle weren't there the last time we were here," Allison answered clinically. "It's probably from whatever ceremony they are doing."

"Do we know what ceremony they are doing?" Scott asked curiously.

"No, not yet," Stilinski responded reluctantly.

"So where is the happy but completely well matched sour odd couple anyway?" Stiles prodded mockingly. "Derek showing him the town or something? Shopping for matching outfits? Picking out rings?"

"Stiles," Stilinski cautioned firmly. "Not the time. And definitely NOT the couple, for that matter."

Scott cocked his head slightly to the side, obviously using his wolf hearing. He answered for the sheriff, "They are coming and . . . not happy."

Dean stormed through the tree line with Derek very close behind. Both of them had deep scowls on their faces. Dean snapped irritably, "Look, I did what you suggested. Now, get the hell off my back."

"You only did half of what I suggested," Derek sniped pointedly. A light breeze blew past them, causing Derek to growl and grab Dean's arm. Dean swung around and punched the wolf automatically but Derek's head barely moved and he forced his wolf to ignore it.

"What the hell?" Dean exclaimed impatiently.

"You didn't even do half," Derek hissed out irately. "Or did you forget that I can smell it?"

Dean glared at him for a moment until the full meaning was clear. His eyes widened in surprise then he glanced down and cursed irately.

"You didn't . . ." Derek figured out with resignation. Dean gave him a "Duh" look. Derek sighed heavily and wondered redundantly, "You think he . . ."

Dean smirked briefly with amusement and commented dryly, "One can only hope. Too bad we weren't there to see it, though."

"Hey!" Stiles called out, interrupting them. "If you two are through with your little sour wolf-hunter lovers' dispute, can you save the making up for when we aren't anywhere in the vicinity?"

Dean spun around and told the sheriff pointedly, "I will shot him."

Stilinski fought not to show any amusement over the comment until he saw the deadly glint in Dean's eyes, which was reflected in Derek's.

"Oh, and I guess wolfboy there will just rip my throat out," Stiles remembered cockily, "With his teeth."

"Yes," Derek confirmed seriously.

In view of both of their promised violence, Stilinski reinforced firmly, "Stiles, can it."

Argent's suburban pulled up next to the other cars while Dean and Derek made their way over to the group, near where the sheriff was. Sam and Argent climbed out of the suburban near them. Sam called out, "Dean?"

"Sam," Dean answered sardonically, automatically going through their standard, "Are you okay?" check without saying it aloud.

"You're a real dick sometimes, you know that?" Sam snapped out rhetorically.

"And this is news?' Dean rebutted sardonically. Derek chuffed slightly to the side and Dean prayed that he was the only one who heard it. A quick glance at Sam told him once again he wasn't that lucky.

"Wow," Stiles piped up annoyingly, "So the gay thing wasn't new. At least we know based on hair who's the girl in this one. No wonder you're so butch if you take them . . ." Stiles trailed off at the gun pointed at him.

"Dean!" Sam exclaimed with shocked concern.

"One. More. Word," Dean gritted out through clenched teeth with his gun still pointed at Stiles. He tightened his hand around the pistol's handle and cocked it. His clenched jaw flexed spasmodically.

"Dean," Stilinski cautioned firmly as he walked over cautiously toward the hunter. Derek glanced over at him while keeping his place next to Dean with his arms crossed. "You don't want to do this."

"Actually I really do," Dean snapped back purposefully.

"Dean," Sam cautioned patiently as he partially moved in front of Dean then stated with more emphasis. "Dean."

"What?" Dean exploded impatiently but pointed the gun in the air. He gently released the hammer of the gun and lowered it, expounding, "He's freakin' annoying." He slammed his gun back into the back of his jeans.

"He really is," Derek agreed readily, firmly putting himself in Dean's corner.

"Are we through playing around?" Argent commented dryly. "Because I, for one, would like to get this over with before nightfall."

Dean glanced at Argent and told him, "Go for it. You know them better. I'm going to show Sam," he paused then looked directly at Stiles before adding pointedly, "my brother, some of the symbols left by the cult. Maybe we can figure out more about the cult from them while y'all do your wolf thing. Sam."

Dean motioned with his head and they both headed over to the Nemeton which Dean jumped up on, followed by Sam. Derek stealthily watched them while getting the assignments from Argent. He glanced at Argent and nodded when he was paired up with Scott on his trek. Argent assigned Stiles and Lydia the task of coordinating the hunt with an area map while Allison headed out with Issac, much to his displeasure.

Dean glanced at the teams as they dispersed and briefly caught Derek's eye before nodding, knowing Derek would understand. Derek nodded in return and headed off into the woods after Scott. Dean returned his attention to Sam who was looking at him instead of the Nemeton's surface.

"Something you need to tell me, Dean?" Sam asked curiously.

"What? No," Dean evaded distractedly, wondering what Sam was wanting to know this time. Sam glanced around then stared pointedly at the scabbard hanging to Dean's side. Dean followed Sam's eyes and rubbed his neck nervously as he answered, "Yea, it, uh, well, it apparently doesn't like me leaving it, you know, places."

"Needy, huh?" Sam quipped jokingly, which was at odds with his concerned look.

"Well, you know how everything wants a little Dean," Dean popped out automatically before grimacing over what he actually said.

Sam arched a mocking eyebrow before he agreed sarcastically, "Yeah. Sure. You just keep telling yourself that."

Dean rolled his eyes and asked, "Have you figured out anything from this yet?"

"Besides it's a burnt circle," Sam responded rhetorically. "No. Did you find out how far you can be away from it?"

"Distance varies, so far," Dean answered honestly. "As does who can touch it."

Sam arched an eyebrow and guessed accurately, "Not Peter."

"Nope," Dean confirmed with smug amusement. "Blew him into a wall. It was freakin' awesome. Stupid creeper."

Sam cocked his head to the side and observed neutrally, "You seem to know these people really well."

Dean froze for a split second before shrugging slightly, "Met Derek on a different hunt a while back and Argent was really good about filling me in. You heard how much he liked Peter. It really doesn't take long for everyone to feel that way. Seriously."

"And what about Stiles, the teenager?" Sam prodded pointedly.

"He's just freakin' annoying," Dean commented irritably. "Think the kid has to snark to breath."

"And that's why you pointed a gun at him," Sam continued incredulously as he stood up.

"Finally shut him up, didn't it?" Dean argued tautly but Sam only rolled his eyes.

"And what was he staying that was so bad? That we were gay?" Sam rehashed doggedly. "We've gotten that ever since we started hunting again over eight years ago. Big deal." Sam paused for a moment and studied Dean's closed face before he hesitantly started, "Unless . . . uh, Dean . . . You would tell me . . ."

"Shut up, Sam," Dean barked out irately. "You know better than that. If anyone here is gay, it's you. Got that. You weren't here last night and didn't have hours worth of that crap spouted at you. I gave him plenty of warnings then, damn it. Now if you are finished here, there's something else for you to look at. Come on."

Dean led Sam to the hole above the root cellar where they could see part of the Nemeton's root system. Once they stopped in a good spot overlooking the scene, Dean pointed down and explained, "There are some carvings on the roots down there and that's where the parents were held as sacrifices"

"So," Sam drawled out slowly, "I guess, one of us should go down there, huh?"

"Yep," Dean answered shortly then shoved his hands into his front pockets.

They both stood there a moment, waiting for the other to volunteer.

Finally, amidst figurative crickets chirping, Sam offered reluctantly, "Rock, paper, scissors?"

"Fine," Dean sighed heavily as he pulled his hands out of his pockets and got ready.

Sam counted off and showed rock while Dean, once again, showed scissors. Sam smirked and consoled Dean with a gentle pat on the shoulder while Dean waved his arms in excessive frustration then placed them on his hips. Sam added the taunt, "Always with the scissors."

"Yea, yea," Dean dismissed impatiently and moved in front of Sam to scout out a good spot for his descent. He squatted down and peered into the opening. Sudden darkness took him completely by surprise but, in hindsight, he really should have expected it.

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Derek stopped abruptly and ducked down at the sudden pain shooting through the back of his head. His hand immediately came up to check the abused area but, just as he suspected, it came back clean. He growled angrily at the knowledge that Dean was once again injured.

"Derek?" Scott called out several feet in front of him. Apparently Scott hadn't noticed that Derek had stopped until Derek had growled.

Derek growled at Scott, eyes flashing, but quickly swung around and raced back to the Nemeton, ignoring Scott's calls. He had to get back to Dean. He barely acknowledged in the back of his mind that Scott was following him. Instead, he was intently listening for the hunter's voice, even if it was reciting that stupid spell again.

Derek broke through the trees and paused for a moment to take in the scene before him. There weren't any obvious signs of trouble. In fact, the people who were still in the clearing, Allison, Stiles and Lydia, stared at him in shocked surprise. Of course, Argent had his gun out in an instant. But the one person he was looking for wasn't there.

"Where's Dean?" Derek demanded irately as he sniffed and tried to follow the hunter's scent.

Argent frowned slightly then motioned as he answered lightly, "Over there with Sam." But when Argent turned to look, both Sam and Dean weren't where they were supposed to be. "What? They were just there. Looking into the root cellar."

Derek was over there and had jumped inside before Argent had even taken a few steps in that direction. Scott was right behind him but stopped short of jumping down into the cellar. The others raced over, only to be stopped short by Scott's order. "Don't. We don't need another cave-in."

"He wasn't here," Derek announced tightly as he jumped up from below.

Both Scott and Derek tried to find a scent trail to follow but they only got a couple of feet before the scent disappeared. They both stopped and stared at each other for a moment before Argent prodded impatiently, "What's the problem?"

"Dean's scent . . ." Scott began hesitantly. "It just disappeared."

"What the hell do you mean, 'disappeared'? How can that happen?" Argent questioned warily."

"Has this ever happened before?" Scott asked Derek.

Derek shook his head and elaborated shortly, "No, not this soon afterward. Never."

"What could do it?" Stiles inquired curiously.

Derek thought for a moment before he guessed uncomfortably, "Angels?"

"Flew him out?" Argent hypothesized then nodded thoughtfully. "That would be really hard to follow by scent. Sam, too?"

Derek frowned heavily as he thought it through and wondered if that was truly the case or if there was something else was at work here.

"Please tell me you've stashed the blade somewhere, at least," Argent begged dryly.

Derek huffed irritably, "We wish. Apparently, the blade is quite attached to him. It won't stay where he puts it."

"So he has it on him," Argent summarized with regret.

"Unfortunately," Derek verified tightly.

"Well, at least, it's far from here now," Argent replied hopefully.

"We can always hope," Derek added sardonically.

"What blade?" Scott asked curiously.

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"Well, well, well, what have we here?" Drawled out a slightly sinister, feminine voice belonging to the leader of the cult as she appeared out of the shadows. A long, black hooded robe completely enclosed the moral's form and made it appear to glide towards Sam who stood tautly, surrounded by about six like cloaked figures. Dean's unconscious body sagged between two cloaked figures.

"The Great Winchester brothers," she touted with continued sarcasm mixed with cockiness. "Our lord has truly blessed us. Even the seventh sword is now in our grasps. Tie them up over there." The figure motioned to the chains dangling from the cave wall.

The others dragged Sam and the still unconscious Dean over to the shackles and locked them in. One of them reached for the sheathed sword, only to be stopped abruptly, "Do not touch that! You presume too much."

"Sorry, mistress," the now trembling coven member immediately apologized and backed away quickly from the sword. All of the other members swiftly separated themselves from the troublemaker, fearing reprisal.

The leader narrowed his eyes at the trembling man but knew that she needed all the members intact for the ceremony tonight. She hissed out warningly, "You are blessed that you are needed tonight. Otherwise . . . Do not tempt fate again or I will forget that I have use for you. Leave me. Now. All of you. Out!" Everyone who wasn't chained to the wall flew out of the room.

The leader waited until everyone had filed out of the cave and then a few minutes more before she turned to Sam and greeted tightly, "Gadreel. Long time. Guess that spell even emptied out the dregs of our prison. But did you really have to pick our brightest brother's meatsuit?"

"He let me in, Hael," Gadreel/Sam answered in kind. "He was dying and he let me in to keep him alive."

"He's our brother's vessel!" Hael insisted hotly before she calmed himself and added, "And I'm Hel here."

"Hel? Loki's daughter?" Gadreel clarified curiously. "Why?"

"Pagan area," Hael answered dismissively. "They saw the signs and believe the end is at hand. I have them believing that we are preparing the way for their way to Paradise, or whatever."

"So they are using you as you are using them," Gadreel summarized instinctively. "But who are you raising our brother for? Bartholomew?"

Hael scoffed dismissively, "That maniacal dictator. As if. No, he is too much of a monster. Malachi is my superior."

"I will join you, if you will have me," Gadreel pleaded earnestly. "I brought the elder Winchester to you, as well as the sword. I can help you with the summoning and will gladly exit after our brother is back in the mix."

Hael stared at him thoughtfully as she cocked her head to the side and allowed contemplatively, "He would forgive you, too, as you let him in when you were not supposed to but you must know that Michael will not be forgiving at all. So, it will depend on who exits first, won't it? I guess, you could say, once again, your fate lies in Father's hands." She smiled widely at the irony of the situation before she swept out of the cave to prepare for the evening's ceremony.

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Derek intently studied the map of the area while Argent discussed their strategy with Scott. He listened carefully to their assigned places, knowing that they had determined that most of the cult was comprised of humans. Sometimes he wasn't sure if that really mattered as much as it should. Finally, he asked on a related topic, "What are we going to do with the Darack?"

Argent blinked at him then clarified pointedly, "Don't you think we have big issues right now?"

"That's my point," Derek answered tautly. "If we go ahead and take care of the corpse, we could have another wolf here in the fight, in case something does wrong."

"Why haven't you taken care of it already?" Stilinski wondered curiously.

"Wanted to but Dean thought it would be best for you two to verify things because he was under the impression that you didn't trust me, you know, at all," Derek replied sarcastically. "He seemed to think that you wouldn't trust Peter or I to take care of it without your supervision."

Argent stared directly at Derek who met his gaze imperviously. They held eyes for a long moment before Derek added facetiously, "He also thought you might want to double check for any other missing parts."

"Eww, gross," Stiles commented dryly.

A sudden flapping of wings sounded and blew the air around them then Castiel appeared next to Derek who observed irately, "You're late. It's been hours."

"We need to talk," Castiel announced emotionlessly as he touched the wolf's shoulder and they disappeared from the group.

They landed in the woods by the Hale house where Castiel quickly let go of the wolf as he informed him briskly, "We do not have a lot of time. I was being held by another angelic sect when Dean was taken. It took me time to get out of there. Once I arrived here, I followed the trail and found something disturbing."

"More disturbing than his possessed brother giving him over to the cult?" Derek asked facetiously, praying that he was wrong.

"Yes," Castiel confirmed with narrowed eyes before questioning, "How did you know Sam was possessed?"

"I overheard a phone call between the two," Derek related irritably. "Only it wasn't Sam on the other side of the conversation even though it was definitely Sam's voice. Plus, I'm getting really good at identifying grace."

"Who was it?" Castiel prodded intently.

"Ezekiel is what Dean called it," Derek continued with increasing ire. "Apparently they had made a deal. The angel, Ezekiel, was healing Sam's body in exchange for the promise that Dean would allow Zeke into Dean's body when Sam's was well again."

Castiel sighed heavily, "Of course, Dean would sell his soul again for Sam and he thinks Ezekiel is 'good' based on my recommendation but it's a lie."

"What do you mean?"

"I just found out from my captors that Ezekiel perished in the Fall and I do not recognize the angel inside of Sam which means it is very, very old," Castiel elaborated with an increasingly frustrated countenance. "Whoever it is has made a deal with the cult leader which is Hael masquerading as Hel."

Derek frowned heavily in confusion and repeated for verification, "Hael is Hel? I don't understand. Sounds just like Hell to me."

Castiel huffed impatiently, "Hael is the angel of kindness . . ."

"She's not living up to it," Derek commented facetiously.

"But," Castiel continued pointedly, used to interruptions from Dean, "she is masquerading as Hel the pagan daughter of Loki. She has a wiccan coven doing her bidding. Some are possessed by other angels, some aren't. The Fall wasn't good to my brethren," he added as an afterthought.

"How many are angels?" Derek asked strategically.

"Three," Castiel related automatically. "But if I aid you in the fight, whoever is possessing Sam could easily kill him, or Dean, or both. They would also know that I have grace back and could let Metatron know. I . . . I cannot risk it. I have to set a trap for Sam back at the bunker so that we can free him."

"Can you get us some of those angel sword things, at least?" Derek inquired tactically, completely understanding the angel's reservations. "If we have those, we could probably kill the angels with our speed and agility."

"It would be better, safer, to use the banishing sigil on them," Castiel corrected honestly, "then overpower the humans but I can probably get the swords as well."

"Show me the sigil and get me the swords as back up," Derek agreed intently. "We will try the sigil first but, just in case . . ."

"I understand," Castiel acknowledged then disappeared, only to reappear a few moments later, holding a cloth bag. He handed it Derek and offered solemnly, "I am truly sorry that I cannot be there but there is a bigger picture here. I have to keep it in sight."

"I know," Derek answered. "Now, show me the sigil and how to use it."

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Argent, Scott and Issac showed up at the house a few minutes after Castiel left. Derek turned from the symbol he'd been studying on the porch when he heard Argent's SUV pull up. Argent got out of the driver's side as the others exited through their own doors.

"What did Cas have to say?" Scott asked curiously.

"We have four angels total to deal with including the cult leader," Derek related honestly.

"He's going to help us, right?" Issac verified hesitantly.

"No," Derek answered tightly. "He has a much bigger battle going on right now but he did leave us with some angel swords and a banishing sigil that will blow them out of their vessels." He motioned to the porch as the others approached to look at it while he continued," He advised us to use the sigil then capture the humans."

"Then why leave the swords?" Argent asked with slightly confusion.

"In case something goes wrong with plan A, like it does most of the time," Scott answered sardonically for Derek.

They all stared at the banishing sigil for a moment, committing it to memory, after each took a picture of it with their phones. Finally, Argent inquired rhetorically, "So who's ready to salt and burn a Dararck?"

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Dean groaned painfully at the hammers pounding away at his head. The movement caused chains to rattle making him pry open his eyes, despite the increased pain he knew was coming from it. He saw that he was once again chained to a wall and wondered when this had become so common place for him.

"Easy," Sam cautioned softly beside him. Dean glanced over and saw that his brother was similarly chained. He started to say something when Sam announced in the same hushed whisper, "They're coming."

Dean frowned slightly but focused on the cave entrance and saw with a sinking sensation that night had fallen. The light from the torches eerily illuminated the black hooded robed figures as they progressed into the cave towards them, chanting as they ceremoniously walked in a single file line.

"Wonderful," Dean commented sarcastically. "Freakin' witches."

He started to speak to the cult members but was quickly gagged with a piece of cloth. The figures unchained him from the wall but chains remained on his feet and hands making him hobble out with the flanking robed figures surrounding him on the way. He glanced around and saw that Sam was similarly restrained, gagged and surrounded as they were lead out of the cave and into the moonlight night.

He felt the sword tap against his leg with each stride and wondered why they hadn't taken it, considering they had apparently taken his other weapons, jacket and shirts. He had noticed the chill right off but now glanced down to see symbols painted on to his chest and rolled his eyes, not at all liking where this is going. He glanced back to check his brother. Unfortunately, Sam still had on his shirts and all that he got from the glance was a stumble and a yanking of his chains, literally.

He tried to figure out where he was but he didn't recognize anything until they entered the clearing of the Nemeton, which he recognized immediately. He carefully searched the clearing without success. He somehow knew, like really knew, that Derek was nearby, even though he couldn't see him.

The procession fanned out around the Nemeton in a circle, occasionally stabbing a torch in the ground as they went, until torch light and moonlight combined to give the area almost as much light as in the day time. Dean's guards stopped him next to the leader, he assumed, while he saw Sam's guards drag him to the middle of the Nemeton and hold him there. He growled warningly behind his gag but everyone ignored him.

The leader started reciting Latin that completely went over Dean's head so he stared intently at the scene, focusing mainly on the leader and Sam. He grimaced at the grotesque, decaying Darack head being held aloft in the leader's left hand. He sighed over the cliché.

As the ceremony continued, he felt warmth against his leg and glanced down. His sword was glowing and getting warmer by the chant. This can't be good, He thought to himself.

"Bring the sacrifice forward," the leader demanded loudly in a language Dean actually knew, English, drawing Dean's attention back to it.

He heard a scuffle in the background and a girl's voice complain loudly, "I'm not a damn sacrifice. You've got the wrong girl, you gothic imbeciles."

He groaned as he recognized Lydia's impervious voice, wondering what the hell Derek was thinking bringing this innocent civilian into this. He noticed the leader turn to him and commanded imperviously, "Bloody the blade. Kill the sacrifice."

He scoffed derisively through the gag, causing the leader to place her hand on his forehead and recite a spell in Latin. At first, he tried to dislodge it but then thought better of it and tried to play along when he noticed the spell seemed to have no effect on him. He stilled his movements and stared at the leader blankly.

"Much better," she crowed with satisfaction. "Now kill her so the actual ceremony may begin."

Dean stepped forward using small steps since the chains hadn't been removed. He moved toward Lydia who cringed within the hands of her captors. He ignored her frantic struggles and gave no indication of recollection as he plotted his moves.

He only had one chance at this, he knew, and wished that Sam was closer so that he could shield him, too. He knew, though, that he had to rely on Ezekiel to save Sam again. There was no other choice available to him at the moment.

He pulled the glowing sword out of its sheath and tried to ignore how right its warmed handle felt in his hand. He stood directly in front of Lydia by then who was still struggling and denying what was happening to her. He inhaled a deep breath as he raised his sword and Lydia fell back. Her legs refused to support her weight anymore. She begged hysterically, "No! Please, no. Please . . ."

He swung the sword down forcefully, despite Sam's muffled protests, and Lydia's scream echoed throughout the woods.

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