Somewhere Between Heaven and Hell (Sterek) (Destiel)

Guilty

Stiles felt Derek's teeth graze his neck. He had seen him coming and was already pulling away.

Stiles heard Derek's jaw snap closed inches from his throat.

Instantly Derek was off of him.

"Fuck." Derek swore running his hand through his hair.

"We already did." Stiles chuckled trying to keep Derek calm with light humor.

Derek responded with a glare.

Before Stiles could say anything, Derek was walking into the bathroom.

Stiles knew Derek was frustrated; that had been close. Stiles tried not to make a big deal of it, knowing Derek would freak out.

When Derek stepped back into the room he quickly pulled on a pair of underwear and sweats.

"You regret it, don't you?" Stiles felt Derek's tension.

Derek gripped the side of his bag trying to remain in control. His wolf was pissed. He could feel the anger and frustration building up, and Stiles was being much too calm about what had just happened. Derek had been seconds from sinking his teeth into Stiles. If Stiles hadn't moved at the last second, he would been marked. Permanently tied to Derek for life.

"Stiles, go shower." Derek growled. He smelled like Derek and it wasn't helping matters.

Stiles didn't respond. He simply got up closing himself in the bathroom. He looked unfazed, but Derek could smell the disappointment radiating off of him.

-

Stiles debated on whether or not he should tell Sam and Dean that Derek had taken off, leaving his phone behind. Had he left for good? All his stuff was still there. Maybe he just needed time. Why would he leave his phone? Maybe he knew Stiles would call, and he needed space. Maybe Derek regretted sleeping with Stiles. Maybe now that Derek had finally gotten him in bed, he realized how much he didn't want Stiles.

Stiles sighed. Surely he was being overdramatic and Derek was just upset cause he'd almost marked Stiles.

Stiles felt guilty, he'd pressured Derek. Derek tried to warn him and Stiles ignored it. He was no better than Kate or Jennifer.

-

Derek sat, leaned back against a tree trunk. He'd gone for a much needed run and was hoping to waste time until Stiles fell asleep. He was just behind the small hotel so he could hear Stiles. So far Stiles had tried to call him and then spent the remainder of the time pacing the room. It didn't seem like he was stopping any time soon. Derek had been gone for close to three hours. He'd slipped out shortly after Stiles had gotten into the shower.

He was starting to feel the day's exhaustion catching up with him. He closed his eyes but the image of Stiles coming undone under him flooded his mind. Derek had never felt a connection like that during sex before. Stiles really did things to him. And the way he'd trusted Derek completely, it hurt to think he'd almost marked him. Stiles had trusted him, and he couldn't keep control. Stiles acted like everything was fine, but Derek had smelled the fear Stiles had felt momentarily.

Derek had been careless, he'd given in knowing how dangerous it was for Stiles. He felt sick thinking of how Stiles would have reacted if he hadn't pulled away in time. As it was, his teeth had grazed Stiles' skin. Derek pressed his fingers to his temples in frustration. He needed to get this under control before someone got hurt.

-

Stiles jumped to his feet at the sound of the door.

"Where the hell have you been?" Stiles snapped.

Derek could smell the relief and anger Stiles was feeling.

"I needed air." Derek answered simply.

"For three hours?" Stiles scoffed.

"Yes." Derek snapped. He didn't have the patience to do this right now, he just wanted to go to bed.

"You couldn't have taken your phone?" Stiles snapped back.

"I knew you'd call me fifty times and I needed space." Derek growled as he made his way to his bed.

"So then leave a note. A simple, 'Hey, I didn't take off because I hate you, and I do plan on coming back' would have been nice." Stiles gestured to a notepad, provided by the hotel, that sat untouched on the table.

"You knew I'd be back." Derek huffed.

"You're track record doesn't exactly give me that comfort." Stiles snapped.

Derek paused. "I promised."

"Yeah well, you're a bit of a loose canon." Stiles quipped.

Derek clenched his teeth. He was feeling so many different things that he was getting dizzy.

"Stiles, no matter what happens, I'm not leaving." Derek growled.

"Good, cause I'd hate to have to hunt you down." Stiles huffed.

Derek smelled the relief Stiles felt. He hated causing Stiles to worry, but he knew what he needed. Stiles was right though, he could have left a note.

"So, are you okay?" Stiles asked cautiously, not making any move to go towards the werewolf.

"I'm fine." Derek answered curtly.

Stiles wanted to push but he knew Derek well enough to know that he wasn't going to talk. He was in 'shut down mode' as Stiles liked to call it.

Stiles sighed as he climbed into his bed. He wished Derek was lying with him but that wasn't going to happen.

Derek stared at the ceiling. The light was off, but it didn't hinder his eyesight at all. He tried to block out the smell of him on Stiles and the disappointment Stiles was feeling.

Derek struggled with the other two scents, they smelled like guilt and perhaps fear? Derek couldn't understand why Stiles would feel guilty or afraid. Maybe he was afraid of Derek He'd officially caused Stiles to fear him. The one person that had never truly feared him, now did. The thought made Derek sick. The guilt Stiles felt, Derek couldn't figure out. What would cause Stiles to feel guilty? Or was he perhaps regretful and Derek was deciphering it wrong? That thought did nothing to subdue his nausea. Derek felt his wolf itching to comfort Stiles, but after earlier, he wasn't going to let his wolf anywhere near the hunter. It was too dangerous and Stiles was too important.

*AN*
Hopefully I didn't make you guys wait too long. 😊