Somewhere Between Heaven and Hell (Sterek) (Destiel)

GPS

Stiles woke up and glanced at the clock. It was three in the morning. He must have fallen asleep and slept all day. He wasn't surprised, after all he hadn't slept the night before.

He sat up and saw a folded sheet of paper fall from his chest. Frowning, Stiles opened the paper.

Stiles,
       I know I should be telling you this in person but, I couldn't let you talk me out of it. I'm going to find Peter. Maybe he'll know what this box is. I appreciate you and your brothers trying to protect me but, I need to do this alone. If I find out whatever this box is, I'll be sure to call. If you find it first, let me know my life isn't on the line anymore. Good luck on your hunting.    - Derek

Stiles gripped the paper harshly as he grabbed for his phone. He dialed Derek's number and waited.

"Derek Hale leave a message and I'll decide if I'm gonna call you back."

"Damn it Derek, answer your phone." Stiles snapped angrily before hanging up and dialing again.

His voicemail picked up again. "Derek Hale I swear to god, I'm going to kill you when I find you. Call me now."

Stiles shoved his phone into his pocket before stomping into the main room.

"Stiles? Is something wrong?" Cas frowned looking up from a men of letters record book.

"Derek left." Stiles snapped holding up the note Derek had written. He opened Sam's computer.

"I'll get Sam and Dean." Cas nodded.

Stiles didn't respond as he typed furiously on the laptop keys.

"Stiles, what's going on? Cas said Derek left." Dean asked walking into the main room with Sam behind him, both looked half asleep but were dressed and already armed.

Stiles held out the note as he stared intently at the computer.

Dean opened the letter, Sam and Cas read over his shoulder.

"Who's Peter?" Sam asked.

"His uncle." Stiles answered.

"He said he didn't have any family left." Dean frowned.

"Trust me he's not family." Stiles responded.

"What are you doing?" Dean looked at the laptop.

"I turned the GPS on on his phone yesterday. I'm tracking him." Stiles answered.

"Smart move little brother." Dean patted Stiles' back.

"I knew it would be necessary. Derek's known to be a flight risk at times." Stiles tapped impatiently.

"Oh shit." Stiles swore.

"He's at Crowleys Demon bar." Sam frowned.

"If demons have him..." Cas paused with a frown of his own.

"It won't be long before Ramiel does." Stiles finished between grit teeth.

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Derek fell to the ground, the demon holding an angel blade above him. Derek tried to heal but the wounds the angel blade had made weren't cooperating. He managed to roll away before the demon thrust the blade towards him.

"No, don't kill him. Ramiel wants him alive." Another demon spoke up.

"He killed four of us." The first demon objected.

"Ramiel will kill you if you kill him." The second demon responded.

"You think he'll reward us?" The first asked hopefully.

"He has to." The second grinned at Derek.

"Don't worry, neither of you will live long enough to find out." A voice that Derek knew well spoke from behind the demons.

Stiles squeezed the trigger of his gun. The bullet soared right into the second demons head. The first demon lunged at Stiles but Stiles already had his angel blade out and sunk it into the demons chest.

"Derek, are you okay?" Sam asked helping the werewolf to his feet.

"Yeah, just a few light scratches. I'll heal." Derek nodded. His eyes met Stiles'. He looked equally pissed and concerned.

"You think he'll talk?" Dean asked kicking at the demons foot.

"If not I'll kill him." Stiles growled yanking the demon so he was face to face with him.

"What is Ramiel after?" Stiles snapped.

"I'm not gonna tell you anything." The Demon hissed.

"Where's Crowley?" Stiles demanded.

"Nowhere you'll find him." The Demon laughed.

"You know I don't think I caught your name, what was it?" Stiles asked cocking his head slightly.

"Devon." The Demon grinned.

"Devon. Okay. Well, Devon, I'm gonna tell you how this works. See my brother over there?" Stiles gestured towards Dean.

"His name is Dean, you might have heard of him, well you see he and Crowley have an understanding and if he's not abiding by the terms of said understanding Dean's gonna be pissed. And since Crowley isn't here, Dean likes to take his frustration out on any Demons he comes across. And Alistair himself taught Dean how to torture so if you don't give us the answers we want, Dean will force them out of you." Stiles smiled innocently.

Devon looked suddenly very nervous.

"So I want to know if Crowley is working with Ramiel." Stiles growled.

"He's not, he's-he's Ramiel's prisoner. He knows too much about Ramiel's plan." Devon answered.

"What plan?" Stiles asked.

"The plan to release Lucifer." Devon swallowed.

"We know that, but how?" Stiles growled, he was getting impatient.

"I don't know. He doesn't tell us anything. Only that there is a box that will help him." Devon looked over at Derek. "He has the box."

"Is Crowley being kept at Ramiel's house?" Stiles demanded.

"I-I don't know. There are rumors he is and there are rumors that Asmodeous has him locked in hell." Devon shook his head.

"Well Devon, you've been of little use but you were cooperative so I'll show mercy." Stiles stood.

"You're letting me go?" Devon asked in disbelief.

"Of course not, I'll just make Dean give you a swift death." Stiles smiled.

"You and Crowleys little relationship is cute but do you really think he'll stay loyal once he finds out your slutting around with your little angel again?" Devon sneered at Dean.

Dean's calm stance suddenly went rigid. He spun his angel blade is his palm before throwing it expertly into the demons chest.

"Remind me not to piss him off." Derek chuckled to Sam who grinned back.

"There's a hotel down the road." Dean said stifling a yawn.

"It's too dangerous, we need to get back to the bunker before someone finds out what happened and sends reinforcements." Stiles shook his head.

"Fine but you're driving." Dean handed the keys to Stiles.

Sam threw his hands up. You let him drive and not me?"

"Oh, quit your whining." Dean rolled his eyes.

"Derek, you take shotgun, you're cut up pretty bad." Sam gestured to the front passengers side door.

The five of them rode silently until Sam, Dean and Cas fell asleep in the back seat.

"How did you find me?" Derek asked.

"GPS." Stiles answered bluntly.

"I don't have it turned on on my phone." Derek frowned.

Stiles didn't respond, now was not the time to start that argument.

*AN*
A little intensity for you. 😜