Somewhere Between Heaven and Hell (Sterek) (Destiel)

Want me

Dean closed the trunk of Baby and looked over at Cas. The angel was currently setting his, Sam and Dean's bags in the back seat.

Dean reached for Cas, pulling him into him. Their foreheads touching.

"Cas, you're so beautiful." Dean whispered before dipping in for a sweet kiss.

Cas held on to Dean's hips as he pressed Cas against the impala.

"I can't believe you're mine." Dean hummed into Cas' mouth.

"All yours." Cas agreed.

"And I'm all yours." Dean smiled looking into Cas' ocean blue eyes.

"Oh, I know." Cas winked earning a blush from the Winchester.

The door to the garage opened with, Sam, Derek, and Stiles. Dean pulled back from Cas quickly.

"Okay, so we'll head towards Minnesota we should get there in about twelve hours. We'll rest for the night and then hopefully we'll get this Lance." Sam spoke as he set his laptop in the front seat of the impala.

"Alright, let's get a move on." Dean nodded opening the car door and sliding in.

"You good to drive first?" Derek asked Stiles as he closed the trunk where he'd put their bags.

"Yeah." Stiles smiled at Derek.

The werewolf felt a warmth in the pit of his stomach whenever Stiles smiled at him.

"Hey, Derek." Sam said quietly after Stiles had climbed into his drivers seat.

Derek paused before opening his own door.

"Consider telling him. If I were him, I'd want to know." Sam gave a sympathetic look before slipping into the passenger's side of the impala.

Derek let out a heavy sigh. He wished he could, but he knew nothing good would come from telling Stiles anything.

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Several hours into the drive a comfortable silence fell over Stiles and Derek.  They had talked mostly about different hunts Stiles had been on and the men of letters bunker.

Derek suddenly smelled that familiar anxiety smell he'd grown so used to, from Stiles.

"What's wrong?" Derek frowned looking over at the hunter.

"Nothing." Stiles shook his head not taking his eyes off the road.

"You reek of anxiety, what's wrong?" Derek asked again.

Stiles huffed. "You know, that's not fair, I don't get to tell what you're feeling based on your smell. There are some things I'd like to keep to myself, you know."

Derek frowned looking at Stiles seriously. "Stiles, you know you don't have to keep anything from me, right? I'm your alpha, you should be able to trust me completely."

"I do, do trust you, it's just...there are things I think about that, I don't want to necessarily talk about." Stiles glanced at a still frowning Derek.

"You're anxious though." Derek pointed out.

"What I was thinking about put me on edge a bit." Stiles shrugged.

"What were you thinking about?" Derek desperately wanted to make Stiles feel better. The alpha in him needed Stiles to feel better.

Stiles didn't respond. The scent of his anxiety got more pronounced.

"Stiles." Derek placed a hand on Stiles' which was sitting on his gear shifter.

Stiles looked over at Derek with a look of sadness.