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

Lydia

Derek paced the hotel room anxiously. He could feel his connection to Stiles even though it was faint. He could feel that he was alive but almost nothing else. Maybe an underlying sadness? But that could just have been Derek's own sadness he was so desperately trying to suppress. 

"You can't feel him?" Dean huffed, watching the alpha pace.

"Not like I could before," Derek answered in frustration.

"Deaton said it wouldn't be as strong, and that you needed a pack to make it stronger," Sam recalled what the druid had said.

"Don't you classify us as your pack?" Cas asked, looking at Derek.

"Of course, but I don't just need a pack, I need a pack that accepts me as their alpha," Derek ran a hand through his hair.

"What does that require?" Sam asked.

"Just respect, loyalty, and for them to admit I'm their alpha. I would then be able to hear their yell, or howl, or cry for miles," Derek answered with a shrug.

"How many do you need to make a pack?" Cas asked next.

"Other than myself, a minimum of three, but the more the better," Derek slumped down in the nearby chair.

"Where the hell are you going to find three wolves, much less three wolves that will accept you?" Dean threw his hands up.

"Wait, they don't have to be wolves, like Cas said, you see us as your pack, Stiles accepts you as his alpha. What if we accepted you too?" Sam said suddenly.

"You," Derek scoffed, "Accept me as your alpha."

"Why not? I trust you," Sam shrugged.

"Whoa, hold on a second," Dean cut in, "He's still a werewolf."

"So? He's not like the ones we hunt, you know that," Sam frowned at his brother.

"Yeah, but we already classify him as family, that's where I draw the line, I can't let him be my alpha, I'm not a dog," Dean snapped.

"Dean," Cas looked at the oldest Winchester with a pointed look.

"No, Cas, I'm not doing it," Dean crossed his arms.

"It's fine, Dean, if Cas and I agree that's two, plus Stiles is three, that should be enough right?" Sam looked at Derek.

"Are you serious?" Derek glanced between the hunter and the angel.

"I would be honored to have you as my alpha," Cas stood.

Derek felt his wolf preen at the idea.

"I trust you with my life and more importantly my brother's lives, I will gladly accept you as my alpha," Sam smiled at Derek.

Derek felt his eyes flash slightly, "Thank you, that means more than you know."

"I can't believe this," Dean huffed throwing his hands up.

Before anyone could respond Derek jumped to his feet letting out a low growl.

"What's wrong?" Sam asked pulling his gun from his back.

"Someone's coming," Derek heard the elevator land on their floor.

"I thought we were the only ones on this floor?" Dean snapped, going for his gun as well. There had only been four people in the whole hotel.

Derek smelled a familiar scent, "Wait, hold on," He made his way to the door.

"Lydia?" Derek said to himself.