Somewhere Between Heaven and Hell (Sterek) (Destiel)

You're important to Stiles

Derek lowered his body to the ground before pushing himself back up. Sometimes exercise would help him to clear his mind.

"Hey, Derek, you got a minute?" Sam's voice asked, causing Derek to stop mid push up.

Derek stood up and gestured for Sam to come in. Derek hadn't realized how tall Sam was. He wasn't short and Sam had a good three to four inches on him.

"I was in the kitchen a minute ago and heard the argument between you and Stiles. I agree with you. If you think this Peter might know something, it can't hurt to ask. We don't have any other leads and according to Cas, the angels don't know what this box is or where it is." Sam spoke taking a seat on the edge of Derek's bed.

"Good, I'll-"

"But." Sam cut in.

"You have to take Stiles with you. It's just for safety precautions. We don't need you getting ambushed by demons again, or worse, angels."

"That sentence is so backwards." Derek shook his head.

"I know it's a lot to take in. But what Stiles said is true, we'll do anything we have to to keep you safe. Especially because it's clear you're important to Stiles and I don't think he'd ever forgive himself if something happened to you. Whatever complicated relationship you two had, it meant something to both of you. I understand you being upset about Stiles lying to you but you know he's the same Stiles just with a different last name." Sam spoke sincerely.

"You don't understand. He was this crazy, spazzy, clumsy guy who was nervous around blood. He talked too much. I couldn't imagine him holding a gun much less using one. He was incredibly smart but in a logical way. I didn't think he even realized how smart he was. Now I find out he's this badass hunter that hangs out with the king of hell and and angels. He knows his way around a gun better than better than I do my own house. He's not clumsy or squimish. He doesn't need me-." Derek cut himself off as he realized what he had just said.

Sam raised his brows at Derek. "So that's what this is about. You think Stiles doesn't need you anymore and that bothers you."

Derek glared at the floor in silence.



"Derek, it's okay. Dean and I went through that too, once he was good enough to go on hunts alone It took us a while to accept the fact that he could take care of himself. Dean still struggles with that sometimes." Sam said sympathetically.

Dereks glare didn't look up from the floor. "If he ever needed help with anything he called me. When he ran into trouble I was there to pull him out. I was always the one to be there and he always needed me. But now...now I realize it was all an act."

"What kind of trouble?" Sam frowned.

Derek tensed.

"Derek, what don't I know?" Sam asked sternly.

"There was this guy who was taking revenge on a bunch of people. Stiles ended up in the middle of it cause he was staying with the sheriff and Stiles doesn't know how to leave things alone. He's actually the one who figured out who it was. Anyway, things got bad a few times and it was always me and Stiles. He made me feel like he couldn't do it without me but...He could have." Derek sighed.

"Derek, I'm gonna let you in on a secret. Stiles always turned to you cause he could trust you to have his back. Stiles isn't one to ask for help. If he made you think he needed you it's cause he did. He needed your support,  your trust. He knew he could rely on you. Stiles doesn't need backup, he wants it. Whether you like it or not, you're important to Stiles. And I know this for a fact because not once did your name ever come up when he talked about Beacon Hills. He's a lot like Dean, as in he doesn't talk about things that are important to him. He said you left Beacon Hills. That probably killed him. So no he couldn't have done it without you." Sam gave Derek a sympathetic look.