Somewhere Between Heaven and Hell (Sterek) (Destiel)

Officially

Derek dropped his bag on his bed. It had been a long drive back to the bunker from Jodie's. He and Stiles hadn't spoken about the night before, though it was obvious they both wanted to.

"Derek," Dean's voice spoke from the doorway.

"Hey, Dean," Derek gestured for the oldest Winchester to come in.

"Stiles is helping Sam and Cas with something in the library so I thought I might talk to you for a sec," Dean sat on Derek's bed gingerly.

"Sure," Derek nodded as he unpacked his bag.

"You and Stiles..." Dean paused, as if he was trying to think of the best way to phrase what he was about to say.

"Are just friends. We agreed not to let this change anything," Derek spoke before Dean could finish his thought.

"But-"

"No, Dean. Stiles doesn't want to be with me," Derek shook his head. It hurt to say, though he knew Stiles loved him too.

"That's just it, he does, he's just-"

"Scared, I know, and rightfully so," Derek cut in.

"You're really gonna give up on him because he's afraid to lose you?" Dean scoffed. What a ridiculous notion.

"I'll never give up on Stiles, he's my everything, which is why I'm going to respect his decision to remain friends. He knows if he ever changes his mind, I'm right here."

Dean looked at Derek with a slight smile, "You know I never imagined I'd be rooting for a werewolf to date my youngest brother, but I couldn't imagine anyone else who would be better suited. I truly hope he comes to his senses, you're easily the best thing to ever happen to him. You make him happy in ways I've never seen before. I know you won't hurt him, however..." Dean let out a sigh as he stood, "I am sorry he's hurting you."

Derek dropped his eyes to the floor, "He's only doing what is best for him, I can't fault him for that. While it may hurt knowing he will never truly be mine, I'd rather have him this way than not at all."

Stiles bit down on his bottom lip as he listened to Derek and Dean talk. It killed Stiles, knowing he was hurting Derek by not being with him. Derek obviously loved Stiles to the point he'd do anything for him; so why wouldn't Stiles do the same? Simply for the fact that he was afraid to lose Derek?

A comment Sam had said earlier, in the library popped into Stiles' head. 'You love him whether you're with him or not and if you ever lost him it would still hurt the same'. If Stiles ever lost Derek, would he regret not being with him?

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Derek was about to climb into bed when he heard a knock.

"Yeah?" Derek answered turning to the door to see Stiles slip into the room wearing nothing but boxers, much like Derek himself. His heart rate was quick and he smelled nervous.

"Stiles, are you oka-"

Before Derek could finish his sentence Stiles' lips were on his. The kiss was rushed and eager. Derek kissed back just as eagerly.

Their hands roamed each other's bodies hungrily. Stiles pressed himself against Derek allowing the alpha to feel his excitement.

Derek let out a low growl in the back of his throat as he gripped Stiles' hips, holding him close.

Stiles slid his hands down Derek's bare sides and to the hem of his underwear. He hooked a finger on either side, but before he could drop them, Derek's hands stopped his, and the alpha pulled away.