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

Kind of her thing

"What about him?" Derek asked, his voice full of dread. He knew what it meant when Lydia screamed.

"I saw him with someone in a white suit. He was strapped to a chair," Lydia answered worriedly.

"Asmodeus," Cas frowned, "He was wearing a white suit when he took Gabriel."

"Did you have to scream like you were being murdered?" Dean huffed unchambering his gun.

"That's kind of her thing," Derek answered.

"Dean, she's a banshee, she's called the wailing woman for a reason," Sam pointed out, sitting on the edge of Lydia's bed.

"Did you see anything else?" Derek asked.

"I...I can't remember," Lydia shook her head. She looked terrified and exhausted, her eyes were hallowed and wide and her hair sat in disarray over her shoulders.

"Derek, aren't you supposed to sense him? You have a pack now," Dean snapped at the alpha.

"It's not some magical GPS, I can sense that he's alive and upset, but that doesn't help me locate him. If he was closer, than I could maybe get a stronger connection, and if I really tried I could see a glimpse of what he sees. But we're in the middle of Utah and I'm guessing the entrance to hell isn't nearby," Derek snapped back.

"Hell?" Lydia looked up at Derek with a frown.

"It's where he would probably be. We just don't know where the gate is," Sam explained gently.

"Stiles...is in hell..." Lydia looked like she might throw up or pass out.

"Still sure you want to hang out with us?" Dean snorted.

"I want to find Stiles," Lydia snapped quietly.

"Lydia, typically when you scream, that means someone is going to die," Derek had tried to ignore the underlying meaning, but he had to ask, "is he?"

All eyes fell on Lydia.

"I hope not," Lydia answered sadly.

"We'll find him," Sam spoke reassuringly, though Derek could smell the stress he was feeling.

-

Stiles gripped the chair as the demon pressed the blade against his throat.

"So why don't you tell me, where this little hideout of yours is. I just want to stop in for a short visit. Castiel and I have some unfinished business," Asmodeus grinned.

Stiles remained silent. He didn't know what the king of hell had planned, but he'd aided in hurting the ones he loved, enough.

"Stiles, I don't think you understand the agreement of your contract. The deal was you were to serve me for ten earthly years. That includes giving me the information that I want," Asmodeus spoke calmly but his tone sounded irritated.

"Just kill me," Stiles growled out, "I'm not telling you anything."

"I thought Derek meant more to you than that," Asmodeus shook his head as if he were disappointed in Stiles.

"I'm not stupid. If I tell you where they are, you're gonna kill all of them," Stiles snapped.

"You're a lot smarter than you look," Asmodeus gestured for the demon to remove the blade from Stiles' throat.

"I tell you what, you agreed to serve me, so here's what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna make you the collector of souls. I have several outstanding contracts that are due. I think instead of sending out the hellhounds I'm gonna let you be the one to kill my debtors, how's that sound?" Asmodeus smiled.

"You're going to trust me to go out there?"  Stiles frowned, that didn't seem right.

"Of course not, your soul stays with me until you return. It guarantees that you get the job done. And you'll be escorted by one of my personal guards," The king turned to the demon who had been holding the knife to Stiles.

"Victor will see to it that you do your job," With that Asmodeus snapped his fingers and vanished.

-

"Lydia," Derek clapped his hands in front of her face.

"Huh? What?" Lydia blinked, focusing on the alpha.

"We're leaving," Derek motioned to the restaurant door where Sam, Dean and Cas were waiting.

"I saw him, Derek, I saw him alive, but he wasn't himself," Lydia spoke in a hushed whisper as he followed closely behind.

"What do you mean?" Derek turned to the banshee once they were outside.

"I saw Stiles but he wasn't himself, something was different. He's not gonna die, but something happened to him," Lydia explained.

"How do you know?" Dean asked. He, Sam and Cas, having joined the conversation, were listening intently.

"I saw him, but this time he was alone and he was sharpening a blade. He looked...empty," Lydia frowned.

"If that asshole turned by brother into a demon, I swear-" Dean was cut off by Sam.

"What color were his eyes?"

"What?" Lydia frowned. What did that have to do with anything?

"His eyes, what color were they?" Sam repeated.

"I don't know, I didn't see. It was just a glance," Lydia shook her head.

"At least we know he's alive. We can cure him, if he's been turned into a demon," Dean nodded his head as he made his way to the car.

"I'm sorry, did you say demon?" Lydia asked hurrying after Dean.

"Yeah, they're more common than you think," Dean answered.

"Great," Lydia huffed climbing into the front seat of the implala.

"Well that was the best lunch I've had in a long time. I had a nice juicy burger and we got news that our little brother isn't about to die," Dean grinned as he started the car, "I am however, extremely full and a bit bloated, maybe I ate too much," Dean patted his stomach for emphasis.

"It's just the FODMAPs it'll ease up in a few hours." Lydia said as she touched up her lipstick in the passenger side mirror.

"I'm sorry what?" Dean looked at Lydia in confusion.

"FODMAPs, fermentable oligio- di- mono- saccharides and polyols,"

Dean blinked at the redhead as if she'd just spoken a different language.

"They're short chained carbohydrates that escape digestion and are ferment by gut bacteria in the colon. It's what causes gas," Lydia explained simply, "They're higher in red meats."

Dean turned to look at Derek.

"Yeah, that's also kind of her thing," Derek shrugged.

"You see Dean, I told you eating all that red meat wasn't good for you, you should try adding a salad to your diet occasionally," Sam smirked.

"It's found in a lot of vegetables too but lettuce is actually not that high in it," Lydia said thoughtfully.

"Okay, let's talk about something a little more normal, shall we?" Dean huffed.

"Sure, let's talk about the king of hell turning your brother into a demon, that's perfectly normal," Lydia rolled her eyes.

"I like her," Cas smiled.

"Aww, I like you too Cas," Lydia smiled back at the angel.

Derek pinched the bridge of his nose. He had nine more hours to be stuck in a car with these four. It had been a long trip already, but now that Lydia was coming out of her shell and Dean and Sam were more comfortable with her, Derek was done. He could only handle small doses of narcissistic know it alls and Dean and Lydia had more than filled his daily quota.

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