Somewhere Between Heaven and Hell (Sterek) (Destiel)

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Derek stepped towards Stiles causing Stiles to back into the wall behind him. Derek could hear his heart racing. Stiles swallowed nervously. Derek stepped in closer to Stiles.

"Wh-what are you doing Derek?" Stiles asked biting at his bottom lip.

"You wanted me to tell you why I left." Derek looked into Stiles' whiskey brown eyes.

Stiles only nodded.

"I wasn't lying when I said it was because of you." Derek leaned a little closer. He slid his hand gently around Stiles' waist pulling him into the werewolf's chest.

Stiles' breath hitched.

Derek's eyes dropped to Stiles' slightly parted lips.

"I wanted you but I couldn't have you." Derek leaned in waiting for Stiles to push him away. But Derek's lips connected with Stiles'.  Derek reached up placing his other hand on Stiles' cheek.

"Derek." Stiles spoke into Derek's mouth.

"What's wrong?" Derek pulled back,  sensing Stiles' demeanor had changed.

"You don't really think I'd have feelings for you, do you?" Stiles asked gently.

Derek frowned.

"You're a werewolf, I'm a hunter. You and I are never gonna happen." Stiles shook his head as he pushed past Derek.

Derek suddenly shot up in bed his eyes bright red. He panted heavily. It was just a dream. Why was he dreaming about kissing Stiles? And why did he feel so sad about Stiles' rejection?

"Damn it." Derek swore under his breath. He knew why but he'd told himself months and months ago he didn't have feelings for Stiles anymore. But he knew that wasn't true the moment he saw him again.

Derek looked up to see where the sound of breaking glass came from. His heart skipped and his eyes widened.

"Derek?" His name never sounded sweeter.

"Stiles?" He couldn't believe it was actually him.

"You two know each other?" Dean asked.

"We crossed paths a time or two back in Beacon Hills." Stiles answered stiffly. He looked nervous and smelled like fear. Derek didn't understand why.

"Well I hope you guys were friendly cause he's staying here until the foreseeable future." Dean patted Derek's shoulder but Derek didn't look away from the guy he'd left behind a year ago. He had changed a lot in that year. He looked older and more chiseled.

"What? Why?" Stiles asked, he sounded horrified by the idea. Was he? Derek hoped not. The idea stung.

Stiles ran a hand through his hair. "And you're okay with him staying here?" Stiles asked. Derek frowned slightly as the fear in Stiles grew. He inspected how different Stiles smelt but yet how familiar he smelt. It reminded him of Beacon Hills. Wait why was Stiles here? Why wasn't he in Beacon Hills?

"How do you know these guys?" Derek asked gesturing to Sam and Dean. Was Stiles in trouble? Were they protecting him too?

Stiles shifted slightly. "Uh...they...are...my brothers." Stiles bit at his bottom lip.

Derek felt his heart drop.

"You're a hunter." Derek nodded. He tried to hide the betrayal in his tone.