Somewhere Between Heaven and Hell (Sterek) (Destiel)

Angel radio

Stiles braced for the outburst he knew was coming as they made their way inside the bunker.

Dean walked to the kitchen without a word. Sam and Stiles glanced at each other in confusion.

Dean walked back in holding a beer. He dropped into a chair at the large table in the middle of the room.

Cas cleared his throat and before he could say anything Dean spoke up.

"Just don't." Dean shook his head not looking up from his beer bottle.

"I know you're upset Dean, but-"

"Upset?" Dean snapped interrupting Cas.

"I'm not upset, I'm pissed." Dean set his beer down.

"I didn't know Ishmael was setting up a trap." Cas huffed.

"That's just it Cas, you didn't think." Dean glared at the angel.

"Balthazar brought Gabriel as back up, we were fine." Cas sighed trying to reason with Dean.

"Yeah, and while we were inside. These two were fighting off three angels by themselves. Where was Gabriel then? He told you he wanted nothing but Ishmael dead. That's the only reason he was there. He would have let the other angels kill you so long as he got what he wanted." Dean was shouting.

"Oh and by the way, are you two stupid? Two against three? Derek, they are after you. You two should have come and gotten us." Dean snapped at Stiles and Derek.

"We handled it just fine." Stiles rolled his eyes.

"Derek is a human with no hunting training. You're lucky he didn't get killed, or worse, taken." Dean pressed his fingers to his temples and squeezed his eyes shut.

"You know I can handle myself, Dean, what's this really about?" Stiles frowned.

"It's about you all being careless." Dean snapped.

"Take it out on me, leave them out of it. You're mad at me, not them." Cas walked over to Dean.

Suddenly Cas was on his knees gripping his head.

"Cas?" Dean, Sam and Stiles rushed towards him all at once.

"I'm okay, it's just angel radio, they know about the diner and they're angry." Cas dismissed the brothers.

"Cas, you lost your grace. You shouldn't be able to hear angel radio." Sam frowned.

Dean turned to Cas with accusing eyes.

"Gabriel, he forced me to take Ishmaels grace before he killed him." Cas explained looking embarrassed.

"So your back?" Sam asked.

"Not quite. It will fade over time. Gabriel and Balthazar think I'm the only one who can restore heaven to the way it was, or at the very least get the gates back open. They are going to find my grace. According to the angels Metatron sent one of his closest allies to stash the rest of my grace in a library." Cas explained.

"I thought it was gone?" Stiles frowned.

"He only needed some of my grace not all of it. But he took all of it because he fears me, or so they say." Cas answered.

"So what are they gonna do scour every library until they find it?" Dean huffed.

"No, they said they're going to find the angel who knows where it is." Cas looked at Dean.

Dean only gave a simple nod.

"Well I say we all get some sleep and we can figure out more about this box tomorrow." Sam suggested, sensing the awkwardness that often came with Cas and Dean's silence after an altercation.

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Derek paced the unfamiliar room. He had so many things he wanted to ask Stiles, so many things he wanted to tell Stiles. But he felt like Stiles was keeping him at a distance. Treating him like a job. It was all business between them it seemed. Derek wasn't one to talk about his feelings but he wanted to know why. He and Stiles had grown quite close before he left Beacon Hills. They always paired together when the pack had to split up. Stiles always made sure Derek was okay, and Derek always made sure Stiles was safe. Now it was like they were strangers. It had only been a year since they saw each other last.

Stiles set his laptop aside and ran his hands over his face. He couldn't concentrate knowing Derek was across the hall. It had been a year since he'd seen him. He didn't realize how much he missed him until he saw him standing between his brothers. They had never claimed to be close but it was like they had an unspoken bond.
Stiles grinned as he recalled a favorite memory between him and Derek.

"Stiles, where the hell are you?" Derek growled into the phone.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just had to get out of there, it was full of savages." Stiles spoke calmly.

"What the hell are you talking about Stiles?" Derek snapped.

"Yeah, I'll be home later. Gotta wait for those savages to clear out." Stiles said before hanging up.

"Well?" Gerard asked.

"They don't suspect a thing." Stiles lied. He hoped Derek understood what he was trying to say.

Derek hadn't understood what he'd been trying to say.

"Took you long enough." Stiles huffed as Derek untied him.

"You could have just told me he had you." Derek growled.

"He was standing right here. I was trying to avoid him breaking my whole face. Besides I made it very clear." Stiles huffed.

"Clear? How on earth was that clear?" Derek growled again.

"You called Gerard a savage and said everyone that worked with him were savages. I said I left because there were savages. I specifically used the word savages twice." Stiles scoffed.

"Stiles, next time you decide to use a code word..." Derek took a deep breath. "Make sure I know it too." He snapped.

Stiles pushed the memory from his head and layed back on his bed. "Unspoken indeed." Stiles sighed closing his eyes.

*AN*
Finally another update. Hope you guys like it so far.