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

Deal

The cool air was refreshing as Stiles and Derek walked along the dark street. The last angel death had happened only thirty minutes from the bunker. Stiles and Derek went to find Fenris while Sam and Dean talked to Crowley. Cas and Gabriel were meeting up with Nadia, the angel who took over Naomi's position, to find out anything else about Fenris' escape. 

"You should wear glasses more often, you look hot in them," Stiles smiled at Derek. He and Stiles were wearing glasses torched in holy fire so that they could see the giant wolf they were currently seeking.

Derek smirked at the hunter, "I was thinking the same thing about you." 

Stiles pushed his glasses up his nose as he attempted to hide the blush that filled his cheeks. Stiles still hadn't gotten used to Derek's flirting. It had been four months since the two got together and still Stiles would blush at Derek's compliments, or get butterflies in his stomach when the alpha would touch him unexpectedly.

The two walked down a dirt road that reached near the edge of the woods. Derek paused at a fork in the road. "I hear something."

"Something like a deer in the woods or something like a giant wolf eating an angel?" Stiles asked almost nervously. He knew the demon blade would kill Fenris but he still felt a bit worried. Hellhounds were one thing, giant god eating wolves the size of a skyscraper, was another.

"Something like, snarling," Derek answered looking around for any sign of the wolf.

Stiles too, looked around, but neither saw anything.

"Are you sure these glasses work?" Derek asked stepping closer to Stiles. 

"Cas said they would. They worked in the past to find hellhounds," Stiles answered, his tone giving away his nervous state.

"Wait, hold on," Derek stopped and focused his eyes on the field across the road. "I see something."

"I don't see it," Stiles squinted to try and see what Derek saw.

"I have better eyesight than you, stay close and give me the knife." Derek held his hand out towards the hunter.

Stiles handed over the demon blade without hesitation, he knew Derek would be better in a fight against a wolf. 

He followed closely behind Derek as they crossed the road. As they got further into the field Stiles saw a large black figure a few meters away. 

"I see it," Stiles whispered,

"It's eating something," Derek noticed the wolf chewing.

"Gross," Stiles sneered, earning a fond smile from Derek.

"Okay, where did Cas say we needed to stab it?" Derek asked, adjusting his grip on the demon blade.

"Either between the eyes or through the bottom jaw," Stiles answered.

"That won't be hard at all," Derek said sarcastically.

The large wolf turned suddenly as if sensing their presence. 

"Shit," Stiles swore as the wolf's eyes focused on them.

The wolf snarled dropping what looked to be the remains of an angel from his mouth.

"Oh god," Stiles practically gagged at the sight.

Derek readied the knife as the wolf lunged. Stiles dove out of the way as Derek avoided his mouth aiming for the face. The blade managed to scratch the wolf's nose but that was it.

"How the hell are we supposed to get this thing between his eyes?" Derek growled as the wolf snapped at Stiles, who once again dove out of the way.