Somewhere Between Heaven and Hell (Sterek) (Destiel)

I need you to know

Stiles frowned at the pair sitting at the table. "What are you two doing?"

"Bonding over coffee, what does it look like?" Dean smiled.

"You don't do "bonding"." Stiles frowned at his brother.

"And neither do you for that matter." Stiles turned his frown to Derek.

Derek looked at the notebook in Stiles' hand. "Getting anywhere?"

Stiles looked down at his notes.

"I might have located Crowley." Stiles bit at his bottom lip.

"Then why don't you seem happier about that?" Dean asked with a frown. Any time Stiles made a discovery or fit a piece of the puzzle together he was overly eager to share.

"Because if I'm right...He might be helping Ramiel." Stiles sighed.

"What makes you think that?" Dean asked.

"A few of Crowley's demons have been seen standing guard outside Ramiel's property." Stiles answered. He tossed his notebook on the counter before making up another pot of coffee.

"You think Ramiel has Crowley under his protection?" Dean frowned. That seemed unlikely.

"I don't know. Crowley hates Lucifer, I can't imagine he'd be helping free him again, especially cause that would cause him to lose his place as king of hell." Stiles shook his head.

"The time we hunted his hellhound together he told me there were three things he didn't like getting involved with. Angels, Lucifer and us Winchesters. If he's helping Ramiel-"

"He's getting involved with all three." Stiles cut in nodding.

"Okay, I'm sorry but, you know the king of hell?" Derek looked at Dean then back at Stiles.

"It's complicated." Stiles shrugged.

"Yeah, a lot of your life seems to be." Derek snapped.

"Look, I'm sorry I made you think I was somebody else." Stiles huffed.

"Me too." Derek answered, his tone lower than before.

Derek sat his empty cup in the sink before walking out of the kitchen.

"Derek, wait." Stiles took a couple steps after the werewolf but stopped when he saw Derek wasn't going to listen.

Stiles let out a heavy sigh. "He can be so frustrating sometimes."

"Don't be too hard on him. It's a lot to take in. Angels, demons, monsters, all of it didn't exist a few days ago. Then he gets dropped into the middle of it and finds out someone he thought he knew was already in the middle of it." Dean gave Stiles a sympathetic smile.

"Of course you'd be on his side." Stiles rolled his eyes.

"I'm just saying, give him time." Dean said standing.

Stiles watched Dean walk out of the kitchen. If he only knew Derek he'd know this wasn't a matter of adjusting it was a matter of trust.

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Derek sat on his bed his elbows resting on his knees and his hands clasped together in front of him.

The comment Dean made about Derek having feelings for Stiles had really bothered him. What made Dean think that? What had Derek done or said?

"Derek?" Stiles' voice sounded on the other side of his door along with a light knock.

Derek didn't respond. He wasn't sure if he was in the mindset to talk to Stiles.

"You don't have to let me in but I know you can hear me." Stiles' voice was quiet but Derek heard him as if he was right next to his ear.

"You probably don't want to hear it but, I need you to know... I'm sorry I didn't tell you who I really was. I didn't want anyone to know. I was trying to put that part of my life behind me. I guess you can take the hunter out of hunting but you can't take the hunting out of a hunter. I didn't want you or Scott or Lydia or Malia to be afraid of me. I would never hurt any of you. The way you treated Allison once she got into hunting, I knew, I couldn't bare to have you look at me the way you did her, to hate me the way you did her. I know I'm not an argent and to you they are the worst but...you don't know the things my brothers and I have done. Dean kills without question. Sam likes to get all the facts first. I'm a little bit of both. I'll admit I wanted you dead the first few times. If I'd had my gun or anything I probably would have tried especially when we thought you bit Scott. But you showed me that not all monsters do monstrous things. In fact you weren't a monster at all. It was hard at first...you and I...we kept ending up together in these impossible situations. The wolfsbane bullet, The pool, Peter trying to kill me, Isaac trying to kill me. I don't know why I strived so hard to save you when you got shot. I could have let you die. I thought about it a couple times but...it Just didn't feel right. I knew Dean would have let you die. Sam would probably have tried to help but ultimately your demise wouldn't have mattered to him. But for some reason when I put you in my jeep, I had this...responsibility to help you. Saving people, hunting things, the family business. I couldn't decide if you were the one I was meant to save or hunt. And as much as we hated each other I couldn't let you die. After a while I felt like I was...this is gonna sound stupid but, I felt like I was part of your pack. I would have done anything necessary to protect you, Scott, Allison, Malia, Lydia, Issac, hell even Ethan and Aiden at the end there. When Allison became a hunter I was ready to fight her off if necessary. I saw the way you hated her. It devastated me to know you would feel that way about me if you ever found out who I really was. When I saw you walk in to the bunker with my brothers. I was surprised at first and then I was pissed but then I was terrified. Terrified that you would hate me and terrified that my brothers would kill you on the spot. The look in your eyes when I told you they were my brothers. The betrayal in your tone. It was subtle but I know you, Derek. Trust isn't something you do easily. I know I've lost your trust but I promise you that no matter what or who I have to fight, I'll always protect my alpha."

Derek squeezed his eyes shut. He wanted to tell Stiles that despite everything, he still trusted him but he wasn't ready to face that yet. He had so much he wanted to tell Stiles but he wasn't sure he could, not without someone getting hurt.

Stiles closed himself in his room and laid back on the bed. He knew Derek was pissed at him for lying. Stiles was equally pissed at Derek for taking off from Beacon Hills without so much as a word. But he needed Derek to know that nothing changed how Stiles felt about him, even if it changed how Derek felt.

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