Somewhere Between Heaven and Hell (Sterek) (Destiel)

You know you can call him

"Dean, hey, what's up?" Stiles asked holding his phone with his shoulder as he typed away on his laptop.

"Hey, so our case just got a lot more complicated. We ran into some angel trouble." Dean said.

"Is everything okay?" Stiles asked frowning.

"Yeah, just wanted to let you know we'll be home tomorrow instead of later tonight." Dean answered.

"Okay, you two be careful." Stiles responded.

"How's uh, Cas?" Dean asked hesitantly.

"You know you can call him." Stiles sighed.

"I know, I was just asking." Dean mumbled causing Stiles to roll his eyes.

"You two just try not to die, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah." Dean answered dismissively.

Stiles hung up just as a knock sounded on his door.

"Yeah?" Stiles called.

Cas poked his head in. "Was that Dean?"

"Yeah, Cas it was." Stiles sighed.

"Is everything okay?"

"They ran into some angel trouble and won't be home until tomorrow." Stiles answered.

Cas nodded. "How is Dean? Did he sound okay?"

"You know you can call him." Stiles sighed.

"Yeah, right, I know." Cas nodded going to leave.

"Cas, wait." Stiles looked up from his computer. "Dean doesn't really blame you for what happened. He's just upset because you could have been killed. You know how he worries."

"It's okay, Stiles, I know I messed up." Cas gave a small smile. He appreciated Stiles trying to make him feel better.

"It happens, Cas. We all make mistakes, Dean just has a hard time showing he cares. This is how he does it." Stiles insisted.

"Thank you, Stiles." Cas gave another smile before walking out.

Stiles groaned as he rubbed his temples. Figuring out Cas and Dean's relationship was more puzzling than any case he's ever worked. One minute the two are all heart eyes and cute moments and the next they can't stand to be in the same room together.

-

Cas flipped through some of the men of letters archives in hope of finding something that might help them take out a prince of hell. A previous encounter proved that the Demon blade was ineffective. And they didn't have possesion of the colt anymore.

"Hey, Cas, any luck?" Stiles asked walking into the main room of the bunker.

"Nothing. I fear we've reached a dead end." Cas sighed pressing his fingers to his temples.

"Are you okay, Cas?" Stiles asked concerned.

"I'm not sure. I have a pain in my head I've never felt before." Cas answered looking up at Stiles.

Stiles smiled. "It's called a headache. You should probably take a break. Did you sleep last night?"

Cas sat back in his chair, looking at the youngest Winchester. "You're so much like Sam but yet you're just like Dean."

Stiles smiled. "And you're avoiding the question."

Cas grinned. "Just like Dean."

Cas let out a heavy sigh. "I didn't sleep well. It's a new concept to me and I'm not used to dreaming. I wake up and feel like I don't know where I am."

"Are they bad dreams?" Stiles asked taking a seat next to the fallen angel.

"Some of them are. But mostly I just relive the fall." Cas answered frowning down at his lap.

"You didn't know Metatron was going to trick you. We all trusted him." Stiles  put a hand on Cas' shoulder.

"Dean asked me not to go. I thought I could fix it, but all I did was let him down, again." Cas shook his head.

"Cas, he and Sam let Lucifer out the first time. They literally started the apocalypse." Stiles reminded him.

Cas looked up at Stiles. "So much like Sam." He gave a small smile.

Stiles smiled back. "Hopefully I got all the good parts of them."

"Though I'm not sure Dean has any good parts."  Stiles laughed causing Cas to as well.

"Your brothers raised you well. I know your father would be proud of the man you're becoming."

"Our father wouldn't care." Stiles snapped.

"Stiles-"

Stiles stood and walked to the kitchen not bothering to listen to what Cas had to say.

-

"Here, Sam." Dean tossed his brother a duffle bag from the car.

"Let's introduce you to the family." Dean smiled at the guy climbing out of the back seat.

Sam opened the door and lead the way down the stairs.

"Remember the 'pet angel' Naomi referred to. This is him." Dean gestured to Cas who stood from his chair.

"This is Cas, Cas this is-"

The sound of shattering glass cut Dean off.

Stiles stood in the door way, glass at his feet, his jaw agape and his eyes wide. It couldn't be.

*AN*
Another smaller one for ya. Just getting into the flow of things. Enjoy. 😊