The Devil in the Details (Sterek)(Destiel)(Sabriel)

Winchesters and co.

It had been a quiet few months in the bunker. Sam, Dean, and Stiles had gone on a few hunts here and there, nothing too daunting. Derek was learning the ropes of being a hunter. Cas and Gabriel kept the brothers updated on the business with the angels, which had been quiet themselves. It seemed like the Winchesters and co. were overdue for a disaster.

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"No, no, you're holding the blade too tight. There has to be a little give otherwise you'll throw it too hard," Stiles loosened Derek's grip on the throwing knife he was currently holding.

"Harder than it looks, huh?" Dean smiled from the doorway of the weapons room.

"Surprisingly," Derek nodded as he aimed the blade and watched it bounce off the target and to the ground with a clank.

"Sam sent me to get you two, dinner's ready," Dean said gesturing down the hall with a nod.

"Okay, we'll be right there," Stiles said picking up the knife Derek had thrown.

"You'll get the hang of it," Stiles grinned at his boyfriend.

"Maybe you're just too distracting," Derek growled playfully as he pulled Stiles to his chest.

Stiles smiled before pressing his lips to Derek's, "Then you can practice with Gabe."

Derek let out another, less playful, growl. Stiles knew Derek and Gabe got under each others skin. Gabe was too jovial and playful, and Derek was too broody and  serious. The two mixed as well as oil and water.

"Come on, before Sam serves us up next to the brocolli he's undoubtedly made," Stiles pulled Derek after him.

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"It's not done yet, Sam," Gabriel pulled the pot holder from his boyfriend's hand.

"I know how to cook, Gabe," Sam rolled his eyes.

"But it's gotta be just right, it still has fourty seconds left," Gabriel said, pointing to the timer that ticked slowly on the counter.

"I don't know why you insist on setting those stupid things, I don't need them," Sam rolled his eyes.

"Obviously you do, you just tried to take the pie out fourty seconds too early," Gabriel grinned just as the timer went off, "Oh, pie's done."

"Ooh, did someone say pie?" Dean asked walking into the kitchen with Cas behind him.

"Sure did, classic apple," Gabriel wiggled his eyebrows.

"Hell yeah," Dean rubbed his hands together eagerly.

"I thought I smelled apple," Derek nodded walking in with Stiles.

"I don't know that I'll ever get used to living with a werewolf," Dean shook his head.

Suddenly Cas and Gabriel went stone still.

"Angel radio?" Sam asked Gabriel, who wore a worried frown.

"Yes, apparently Fenris has escaped from hell and is killing angels," Cas answered.

"I'm sorry, did you say Fenris?" Stiles blinked at the fallen angel.

"Yes," Cas nodded.

"Fenris, the giant wolf that eats Odin in Norse mythology?" Stiles asked again making sure they were talking about the same Fenris.

"That is only myth, Fenris was created to protect the gates of heaven much like Cerberus protects the gates of hell, however, Lucifer thought it would be fun to turn him into a monster. When God cast Lucifer out, he had Fenris locked away as well," Cas explained.

"And now he's loose and killing angels specifically, which makes me think he was released," Gabriel added.

"Well how hard can it be to find a giant wolf?" Dean shrugged.

"He's much like hellhounds in the sense that he's invisible unless you're an angel or demon," Cas answered.

"Of course he is," Dean huffed throwing his hands up, "So I say we eat and then come up with a plan."

*AN*
Just a taste. Trying to get a feel for it. I've never written a sequel before so bare with me, this may be a bumpy ride. Lol