Somewhere Between Heaven and Hell (Sterek) (Destiel)

Dean

"Haven't you made enough stupid decisions lately?" Dean's voice boomed angrily.

"Well one of us has to do something and I don't see you out there interrogating the angels." Cas shouted back.

"You're number one on their hit list, you really think they'll cooperate with you?" Dean snapped, Cas drove him crazy sometimes.

"I still have friends, Dean, friends I can trust." Cas huffed.

"Like you trusted Metatron?"

"Dean." Stiles snapped walking into the main room.

"Stiles, stay out of this." Dean barked not looking away from Cas.

"No, you've raked him through the coals enough over this." Stiles stepped closer to his oldest brother.

"He wants to go meet up with some angels and find out more about this box." Dean crossed his arms looking at Stiles.

"So let me go with him." Stiles responded with a shrug.

"Not gonna happen." Dean shot down the idea immediately.

"I'll go with them." Derek piped in.

"You don't need to be out there right now." Dean snapped.

"I can handle myself." Derek growled.

"Really? Is getting knocked unconcious you handling yourself?" Dean turned to Derek.

"Dean." Stiles huffed.

"They took me by surprise." Derek growled again.

"Derek, don't." Stiles stepped in between him and his brother.

"That's what they do. Angels are dicks." Dean said tossing a glare at Cas.

Cas rolled his eyes.

"Hey, what's going on?" Sam asked walking into the kitchen. "I could hear the yelling over the shower."

"Dean is being paranoid." Cas answered.

"Paranoid? I'm being smart." Dean yelled whirling to face the fallen angel.

"Smart would be finding this box before Ramiel does." Cas snapped. It was times like this he missed his wings. He couldn't just disappear.

"Okay, guys come on." Sam walked over to the fighting couple.

"He wants to meet up with some angels and find out more about the box." Dean huffed.

"Is that really such a good idea, Cas?" Sam asked gently.

"I have a couple friends that are willing to meet with me. Friends I trust." Cas explained.

"How do you know you can trust them?" Sam put a hand up stopping Dean from saying whatever he'd opened his mouth to say.

"They were from my garrison." Cas answered.

"Dean this might be our best chance." Sam said turning to his older brother.

"Oh come on." Dean threw his hands up.

"Well if you go, we all go." Dean said sternly turning to walk away.

"Even Derek?" Stiles asked nervously.

"Yeah, I'm not leaving him here. The bunker may be warded but they aren't angel proof and there's a whole lot of pissed of angels that want us all dead." Dean answered.

"The bunker is shielded so noone knows it's here, Dean. And I can't very well show up with an entourage of hunters behind me." Cas spoke up on irritation.

"You're not going alone and that's final. Get your shit together and meet at the impala in ten." Dean ordered.

"Dean." Cas huffed.

Stiles get Derek an angel blade from the weapons room." Dean spoke ignoring Cas.

"Dean." Cas spoke louder.

"Damn it, Cas! You could have died helping Metatron! I'm not letting you risk your life again especially without your grace. We can't lose you. We need you. I need you. Damn it Cas why do you have to fight me every step of the way!" Dean was full on yelling and louder than he has before.

The room went silent.

"Dean." Cas sighed looking apologetic.

"Impala in ten." Dean snapped before stalking out of the room.

"I told you he was just mad because you could have been killed. He lashes out. It's his defense mechanism." Stiles gave Cas a sad smile.

Cas didn't respond.

"Come on." He motioned for Derek to follow him.

"And I thought we were bad." Derek chuckled.

"It's usually not this bad." Stiles sighed pushing open the door to the weapons room.

"Here." Stiles handed Derek a silver looking stake.

"It's an angel blade. It kills both angels and demons." Stiles explained.

"Wait, would this have worked when you were-"

"No." Stiles cut Derek off.

"Besides it kills the host as well." Stiles grabbed a clip of bullets from a drawer.

"Bullets?" Derek frowned.

"For my gun." Their silver bullets with the devils trap engraved into them. It helps us trap demons inside their host so we can interrogate them." Stiles explained as he grabbed a gun from it's case. He loaded the clip into it and handed it to Derek.

"Just in case."

"I prefer my own methods." Derek frowned at the gun.

"Yeah, well your methods will get you killed if anyone sees." Stiles snapped shoving the gun into Derek's hand.

"Safety. Aim. Squeeze." Stiles gave a quick rundown.

Derek watched as Stiles pulled his own gun from behind him and checked his bullets. It was weird to see him like this.

"Hey." Sam spoke up in the doorway causing Stiles to jump.

"Sam." Stiles huffed.

"Ooh, sorry." Sam knocked, giving Stiles a sheepish smile.

Derek grinned at the familiarity of Stiles' reaction.

"A hunter who scares easy." Derek chuckled.

"I wasn't expecting it. It's different on a hunt." Stiles said tucking his gun back into his back.

"Oh good, you got Derek a gun." Sam nodded. "I was coming to suggest it."

"So what's with Dean and Cas?" Stiles asked as he and Derek followed Sam down the hall.

"Since losing his grace, Cas is vulnerable and that doesn't sit well with Dean. He's not used to him being so helpless. I mean, he used to pop in and out of anywhere, he could heal himself, us...Dean doesn't handle loss well, you know that. We almost lost Cas. It shook Dean up. It took us almost a week to find Cas. You saw how Dean handled that." Sam answered.

"Yeah but, don't you think he's being extra hard on him?" Stiles frowned.

"I do, but Dean will be Dean." Sam shrugged as they opened the garage door to find Cas and Dean silently loading Baby.

"Let's go have tea with the enemy." Dean grinned sarcastically tossing a glare at Cas.

Cas rolled his eyes before climbing into the impala.

Stiles sighed. This was going to be a long ride.

*AN*
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