Somewhere Between Heaven and Hell (Sterek) (Destiel)

A Winchester

"Stiles, I'm glad you answered, I'm not in love with you." Cas spoke cheerfully through the car speakers.

"Uhhh....that's great, Cas." Stiles frowned glancing at an equally confused Derek.

"How are you?" Cas asked not explaining himself any further.

"I'm alright. Are you?" Stiles asked slightly concerned.

"Yes, I am well. I just wanted to check in because I have a paternal love for you." Cas answered just as cheerfully as before.

Stiles laughed. "Okay, Cas. We'll we're less than thirty minutes from Beacon Hills so tell Sam and Dean we'll be in touch."

"I will. Be careful, both of you." Cas responded his tone more serious.

"We will." Stiles agreed before ending the call.

"What was that about?" Derek asked looking at Stiles.

"There's no telling with Cas. I'll call Dean later." Stiles shrugged.

Derek was about to respond but he smelt that familiar smell of anxiety radiating off of Stiles suddenly. His heart rate was also elevated. That's when Derek noticed the sign for Beacon Hills.

"Hey, it's gonna be an in and out visit." Derek spoke looking at Stiles.

"Yeah." Stiles responded not taking his eyes off the road.

Why was Stiles so worried? Derek didn't want to push. It had been a long day already. The two barely spoke the whole day. Stiles let Derek drive at one point and he took a small nap, but Stiles was still tense.

"You're sure he's at your old loft?" Stiles asked turning down the familiar road.

"Yeah." Derek nodded.

Stiles put the car in park but made no move to get out.

"Stiles, are you okay?" Derek smelled the stress and anxiety even stronger now.

Stiles swallowed but didn't look at Derek. He tapped anxiously on the steering wheel.

"Stiles, it's just Peter." Derek said gently.

Stiles didn't respond. He looked to be on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

"Hey, I'm not gonna let anything happen." Derek put his hand on Stiles' shoulder.

Stiles looked over at Derek, but instead of responding, Stiles pulled away from Derek and pushed his car door open.

Derek sighed but followed after him silently.

Stiles stopped in front of the large metal door.

Derek banged on it. "Peter, it's me, open up."

Stiles felt for his gun. He should have checked it before walking in here. He mentally kicked himself. He needed to pull himself together.

Just then the door was pulled open revealing Peter. "Well if it isn't my nephew aaaand Stiles." Peter's eyes rose at the hunter.

"What an unusual surprise."

"We need to talk." Derek said stepping past his deranged uncle.

Stiles paused.

"You aren't still scared of me are you Stiles?" Peter smirked.

Stiles rolled his eyes as he followed Derek.

"So to what do I owe this pleasure?" Peter asked glancing between Stiles and Derek.

"We need to know if you know of a box with a powerful weapon in it. One that could help release Lucifer from his cage." Stiles said getting straight to the point. He was on a job, he had no time to be a mess.