Somewhere Between Heaven and Hell (Sterek) (Destiel)

I'm already yours

All words escaped Stiles at the sound of Derek's confession. Derek was in love with him.

"Stiles, please say something," Derek swallowed hard. Stiles only smelled of shock, and his silence terrified Derek, "This is why I wanted to leave before, I knew my feelings for you were still there and I couldn't bare the rejection."

Stiles frowned.

"Yes, I had feelings for you back in Beacon Hills, that's why I left," Derek sighed, knowing what Stiles was thinking.

Stiles opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn't form a clear thought much less a sentence. He'd wanted to know the truth but he hadn't been prepared for what Derek had just admitted. Before hand the idea elated Stiles, but now, now he felt terrified. He knew he had feelings for Derek, but the alpha had been in love with him for so long, was Stiles able to commit to being Derek's mate? And what if something happened to Derek, could Stiles handle losing a lover?

Derek must have smelled Stiles' panic because he took a concerned step towards him.

"This is why I didn't want to tell you. I'm prepared to ignore every feeling I have towards you if it means I won't lose you. I don't want you to think you have to feel anything in return, I just beg that you don't let this change our relationship; I'm still your alpha, and you're still my best friend," Derek touched Stiles' cheek gently with the tips of his fingers.

Stiles stepped away from Derek's touch hesitantly.

"I need air," Stiles whispered stepping by Derek.

Derek's hand dropped back to his side in disappointment. He clenched his jaw. Stiles hadn't rejected him verbally so he was able to keep his wolf at bay. However, he was worried. What if Stiles decided he couldn't be around Derek? Or what if Stiles didn't love him the way Jodie and Dean thought.

Derek felt an aching in his chest. He shouldn't have told Stiles.

-

Derek paced the living room anxiously. Stiles had been gone for three hours and Derek was worried sick.

"I just got a call from one of my deputies, Stiles is in fact at Bobby's old place, just like I though he'd be," Jodie spoke walking into the room.

"He just needs time," Sam assured the alpha.

"I should just leave," Derek said suddenly, stopping mid pace.

"Derek, you can't do that, you promised," Cas spoke up.

"He probably would prefer if I left. I don't have anyone hunting me, I'll be fine. That's what I'll do," Derek nodded as he made his way down the hall to where his bag was.

"Derek, you can't do that to Stiles," Sam went after Derek.

"I don't have a choice. I can't let him feel obligated," Derek shook his head as he grabbed his bag.

"How would you feel if he bailed on you?" Sam asked, trying to convince Derek to stay.

Derek walked into the living room with Sam on his heels.

Jodie cut him off on his way to the door. Before Derek could say anything, she blew a cloud of purple dust into Derek's face causing the werewolf to fall unconcious.

"Wolfsbane, nice," Sam chuckled, that would put him out for several hours at least.

"Dean, help your brother get him to bed." Jodie ordered gesturing towards a limp Derek slumped in Sam's outstretched arms.

-

Stiles pulled back into Jodie's driveway several hours later. He hoped everyone would be asleep. Unfortunately for him, Cas didn't sleep so of course he was met in the living room by the fallen angel.