Somewhere Between Heaven and Hell (Sterek) (Destiel)

A quick hunt

Dean knocked on his youngest brother's door. "Stiles, you in there?"

"Come in." Stiles called.

"Hey, Sam and I are gonna go on a quick hunt, you comin'?" Dean asked standing in Stiles doorway.

Stiles was currently on his bed with his laptop and their dad's journal amongst a zillion other papers.

"No, you guys go ahead, I'm think I'm close to finding a lead on Crowley. He knows something about the princes of hell, I know he does. He can help us track them down." Stiles spoke sifting through some papers.

"Stiles, you've been in here for two days. You could use the fresh air." Dean insisted.

"Dean, you and I both know what happens if Lucifer gets out of the cage again. Sam has been through enough, he says he's fine but I know he's scared. Lucifer messed him up pretty bad. " Stiles looked at Dean with the same eyes Sam would when he desperately wanted Dean to agree on something.

Dean sighed. "Okay, fine. Cas is staying too."

"How's he doing?" Stiles asked.

"He's okay." Dean shrugged.

"He still blaming himself for the fall of the angels?" Stiles asked forcing Dean to talk about it. He knew Dean and Cas were on the outs at the moment. It was driving him and Sam crazy. They ignored each other mostly but on occasion the two would argue.

"It's his fault." Dean snapped.

"Dean, he was tricked. It's happened to all of us." Stiles sighed.

"You sound like Sam." Dean grumbled as he turned to walk away.

"I take that as a compliment!" Stiles yelled after him.

"You shouldn't!" Dean yelled back.

Stiles grinned, shaking his head as he turned back to his laptop.

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"He's not coming?" Sam asked loading up the impala.

"No, he thinks he's close to finding crowley." Dean answered.

"Has he seemed a little off to you since he's been back?" Sam asked climbing into the passengers side.

"We didn't see him for two years, Sam, he's gonna be different." Dean shrugged starting up Baby.

"I know but it's not his personality it's...like he's more on edge, or nervous." Sam frowned trying to come up with the right words.

"He just needs time to adjust to being a hunter again." Dean said dismissively.

"It's been six months, Dean."

Dean opened his mouth to respond but stopped.

"Okay, so when we get back we talk to him." Dean shrugged simply.

Sam didn't respond. He knew Dean didn't want to think of anything being wrong with their youngest brother. Sam didn't either but instead of pretending the problem didn't exist he wanted to fix it. He only wished Dean shared that sentimate.

*AN*
A little taste for you.