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

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"This is it, home sweet home," Dean said leading Lydia down the stairs of the bunker.

"It's nicer than I thought it'd be," Lydia hummed as she looked around.

"Sam, why don't you show her around and let her pick a room," Dean suggested to his brother.

"Uh, sure, yeah," Sam nodded.

Dean turned to Cas, "What's with the secrecy?" Cas had quietly suggested Sam give Lydia the tour so he could talk to Derek and Dean in private.

"I heard on Angel radio that Gabriel was sighted in L.A." Cas spoke in a quiet tone.

"So he's okay?" Dean asked hopefully.

"I'm not so sure. When we stopped for the bathroom break, I called him. He said, and I quote, 'whatever you're calling me about, I'm not interested. I don't want to get involved with you or those Winchesters you follow around like a lost puppy.' He sounded like he was at a party," Cas said, concerned.

"That doesn't seem right," Derek frowned.

"I asked about Stiles..." Cas paused with a sigh, "He said, and again I quote, 'You mean the brat who tortured me for three days? You're better off without him. Then he said that his entertainment for the night had shown up and he needed to go."

Dean frowned. "What the hell did that asshole do to them?"

"I wasn't sure if we should tell Sam," Cas said glancing over his shoulder where Sam and Lydia had gone.

"No, we keep this from him until we know more. He doesn't need to know his boyfriend is currently sleeping with someone else," Dean snapped, "So help me he better have a damn good reason for cheating on Sam,"

"Gabriel was head over heels for Sam, there's no way he would just do that to him," Derek frowned, shaking his head.

"I agree with Derek," Cas nodded.

"Then what the hell happened?"

Derek and Cas exchanged worried glances. Dean was overly protective of his brothers, and if Sam found out about Gabriel, he'd be crushed. That's something Dean wouldn't handle well.

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Lydia looked around the room she had chosen, it was just like all the other rooms, there was a bed, dresser, side table and desk. She was glad she brought things from her own room to bring a little life to it. 

Sam sat her bags on the bed, I know it's not much," Sam frowned. He hated that this seemingly innocent girl had been dragged into the supernatural. Derek had given them a brief rundown of how she had learned she was a banshee. 

"So is there a store nearby where I might be able to get sheets and a comforter that aren't almost a century old?" Lydia asked looking down at the bland thin bedspread.

"Yeah, there's one down the road, you can take my car," Sam nodded.

"Your car?" Lydia asked following Sam back the way they had come.

"Yeah, the impala is Dean's. I have a Camaro," Sam nodded.

"The only sports car I've ever driven was a porsche," Lydia bit at her bottom lip.

"It's easy to drive," Sam assured her.

"What's easy to drive?" Dean asked as the pair walked back into the main room.

"The Camaro. She wants to get different bedding," Sam smirked.

"Wise," Dean chuckled.

"I'll take you, we can take Stiles' car," Derek said stepping forward. He didn't want Lydia out alone when she was having premonitions about Stiles and Gabriel. If her banshee skills kicked in, who knew where she'd end up.

"You're gonna go shopping? With me?" Lydia asked in disbelief.

"I know what happens when you get into a car with a specific destination, Lydia, half the time you don't end up where you want." Derek crossed his arms.

"What does that mean?" Dean frowned.

"As a banshee, I tend to suffer from Highway hypnosis, or white line fever, It's when you drive somewhere and don't remember how you got there. I'll get into a car with one destination in mind and when I get out of the car, I'm somewhere totally different," Lydia explained with a huff.

"That sounds dangerous," Cas frowned.

"Usually the danger has already passed by then," Lydia shrugged.

Dean, Sam and Cas looked at her questioningly.

"There's usually a dead body wherever she ends up," Derek explained.

"Well that sounds morbid," Dean grimaced.

"Says the guy who chops off vampire heads," Lydia huffed grabbing her purse, "I'll be fine." 

"You're not going without me. We don't split up," Derek growled.

Lydia pursed her lips together, "Fine."

"Hey Lydia, do you cook?" Dean asked his eyes lighting up.

Lydia narrowed her eyes at the oldest Winchester, "Are you asking me that cause I'm female?"

Dean swallowed hard, "I, uh, I just thought that..." Dean shifted nervously.

"You are related to Stiles," Lydia smiled, "Yes I cook, but I don't do grocery shopping." With that Lydia whirled around her red locks falling behind her.

-

Derek carried the four large shopping bags with ease as he followed the strawberry blonde through the mall. 

"You're easy to shop with, you don't complain about how heavy the bags are and you haven't asked me if I'm done a thousand times," Lydia commented.

"Jackson didn't grow up with sisters," Derek stated boredly. 

Lydia whirled around, "I don't bring up Kate, and you don't bring up Jackson, Deal?" 

Derek raised his brows at Lydia, she smelled uncomfortable. "Fair enough," Derek nodded.

"So are you going to tell me the real reason you agreed to go shopping with me?" Lydia asked turning back to the shelves of pillows in front of her.

Lydia was definitely perceptive.

"I want to know why you really agreed to help us," Derek assumed there had to be another reason. He worried it had to do with Stiles. The Winchester had had a thing for the banshee back before Malia.

"I told you, I want to help people, and not the bad guys. Do you know how many problems we could have avoided if Scott would just do what was necessary? Too many people died because of who he let live. I have this crazy, literally, ability to help people. I could be preventing the bodies instead of finding them, that's all I want. Then I kept hearing the angel wings and then you guys showed up and I had that dream. That wasn't coincidental. When I talked to Deaton about what you guys do, I knew I could do something more. Scott won't be happy about it, he doesn't take rejection well. Isaac left, Ethan left, Stiles left, then Isaac left again, Malia, Liam and I were all he really had after that. But I'll be honest, if I had to pick someone's pack to be in, It would be yours," Lydia spoke as she squeezed each pillow, testing it's comfort levels.

Derek frowned, "Wait, are you accepting me as your alpha?" 

"I overheard Cas talking to Dean about it earlier, you were asleep in the car. Dean's not comfortable with it, But Cas and Sam are. Deaton said you needed a pack that accepted you. I know the more pack members, the stronger you are." Lydia turned, setting down the last pillow, "I trust you, so yes, I accept you."

Derek smiled slightly to himself, "Thank you, that means a lot,"

Lydia smiled before turning to the nearest checkout station, "This will be my last purchase, then we can go."

"Thank god," Derek let out a sigh.

"I guess it's easier dating a guy huh?" Lydia smirked at Derek.

"Nothing's easy about dating Stiles," Derek grinned, "But I wouldn't want anyone else," Derek's tone turned sad. He missed his hunter, desperately. 

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