Somewhere Between Heaven and Hell (Sterek) (Destiel)

You shouldn't be here

Stiles stood shocked. His coffee cup in shards at his feet.

"Derek?" Stiles asked his voice barely above a whisper.

"Stiles?" Derek frowned in confusion.

"You two know each other?" Dean asked narrowing his eyes at Derek.

"We crossed paths a time or two back in Beacon Hills." Stiles answered stiffly.

"Well I hope you guys were friendly cause he's staying here until the foreseeable future." Dean patted Derek's shoulder.

"What? Why?" Stiles snapped his head towards Dean who was at Cas' side.

"He's got a group of angels after him. They're trying to get him before one of the prince's of hell does. Apparently he knows something about a box with a weapon. He says he doesn't know what they're talking about." Sam explained.

Stiles ran a hand through his hair. "And you're okay with him staying here?" Stiles asked. Dean would never allow a werewolf to stay in the bunker.

"If he knows something that can help Ramiel he doesn't need to be out there. Even if he doesn't know what they're talking about about." Sam answered with a frown. Stiles was always for helping someone, so why was he so concerned about Derek staying?

"And Dean didn't put up a fight?" Stiles glanced at Dean.

"He passed all the tests, I'm fine with it. He's one of us now." Dean nodded.

"Right, the tests, holy water, silver, salt." Stiles nodded. He was never more thankful that silver didn't effect Derek.

"How do you know these guys?" Derek asked gesturing to Sam and Dean.

Stiles shifted slightly. "Uh...they...are...my brothers." Stiles bit at his bottom lip as he braced for Derek's reaction.

Derek raised his brows in shock a look of betrayal in his eyes.

"You're a hunter." Derek nodded. It wasn't posed as a question but Stiles answered anyway.

"Yeah." Stiles answered dropping his eyes briefly.

"Family business huh?" Derek narrowed his eyes.

"Yep, saving people, hunting things, the family business." Dean smiled widely.

"I would have told you but I didn't know how you would react." Stiles ran his hand along the back of his neck.

"Right." Derek gave a nod clearly not wanting to continue the conversation.

"Wait, did you two date?" Dean asked glancing between Stiles and Derek.

"Definitely not." The two friends answered in unison.

"Were you friends?" Sam asked.

Stiles and Derek glanced at each other. They weren't really sure what their relationship was.

"You two slept together didn't you?" Dean accused with a smirk on his face.

"What?" Derek jerked his head towards Dean.

"No." Stiles huffed. He glanced at Sam.

"Dean, come on, lay off." Sam said stepping up to Stiles' defense.

"There's a weird tension between them, I'm just curious." Dean grinned.

"We had mutual friends." Stiles answered.

"Stiles, why don't you show Derek to his room, I'll clean this up." Sam suggested tossing Dean a glare.

"He can have the room across from yours." Dean winked at his youngest brother.