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

Collecting Contracts

Cas watched as Dean made his coffee with tired movements.

"You didn't sleep well last night," Cas commented. He'd laid with Dean for a few hours after Dean had fallen asleep. Cas would usually lie with the hunter for a while before getting up. Since he didn't need sleep, he'd tried to find some way to bring back Gabriel's memories and locate Stiles.

"Yeah, I'm too worried about my brothers. It kills me to see Sam so broken, and if Stiles really did torture Gabriel, I don't even want to think about what he's going through," Dean ran a hand through his hair.

"Cas, Dean, can I talk to you for a minute?" Derek asked stepping into the kitchen with a stressed expression.

"What's wrong?" Dean asked straightening his posture. Even in front of Derek he tried to be stoic. Even though Derek could smell his emotions, he often let Dean think he was fooling Derek. It was clear Dean relied on being strong for everyone.

"I can't feel him anymore. I spent all night concentrating on the connection. I could feel him, feel his frustration and sadness but then just a little while ago, it vanished. I'm still an alpha, I checked. I can't feel him at all," Derek fought to keep his voice even.

"What does that mean?" Dean frowned. Derek could smell the panic.

"I-I don't know. He's not dead, cause I didn't feel the connection sever. It's just like it disintegrated or something. I don't understand it," Derek shook his head.

"Can you call that vet guy, Deacon or whatever?" Dean asked.

"Deaton, and I did. Just got off the phone with him, he didn't know anything," Derek answered.

"Are you sure he's not dead?" Dean asked sadly, his voice breaking slightly.

"He's not," Lydia spoke up from behind Derek.

"How do you know?" Derek asked, looking at the redhead.

"I had another dream. I woke up cause I swore I heard snarling and barking, like dogs. Then I saw him, Stiles, with a terrifying black dog looking thing with red eyes. He was with another guy, who had solid black eyes. I tried to see where he was but I couldn't," Lydia explained.

"Were Stiles' eyes solid black too?" Dean asked earnestly.

"No, they were normal. But he still looked...empty. And I saw him kill someone," Lydia answered.

"If he's with a demon and a hellhound, he's collecting contracts," Dean ran his hands over his face. This wasn't good.

"That's not possible," Cas shook his head.

"Why not? You heard her," Dean gestured to Lydia.

"Not just anybody can collect on a demon contract, when you were a demon for that short time, Crowley told Sam that you couldn't have a soul. A contract could only be collected by a demon. That's why you were able to. The mark of Caine made your soul dark making you a soulless demon," Cas explained.

"So Stiles is a demon?" Derek asked. He felt sick.

"He can't be, it takes a long time to have your soul turned dark, unless you have the mark, but Stiles isn't even dead, his soul can't be tainted unless he's dead," Cas looked thoughtful.

"Then maybe he's not collecting contracts," Derek spoke up.

"Why would he be with a demon and a hellhound? Hellhounds are only used for collecting on contracts," Dean sighed in frustration.

"What do you mean contracts?" Lydia asked glancing at the three hunters.

"When someone makes a deal, they typically get ten years before they die and their souls go to hell," Dean answered.

"Didn't Stiles make a deal to save Derek?" Lydia asked glancing at the werewolf.

"That wasn't the deal he made. He has to serve Asmodeus for ten years," Cas shook his head.

"So we find a way to break the contract," Lydia shrugged.

"The only way to do that is to kill the one who holds the contract. In this case it's Asmodeus and he's nearly impossible to kill. The only weapons that work on him were both destroyed," Dean answered.

"There has to be something," Lydia huffed.

"We spent months trying to find something," Cas sighed.

The room fell silent, nobody knew what to do or say.

-

Sam walked into the library and stopped short, sitting in one of the chairs in handcuffs was Gabriel with a book open in his lap.

"Oh hello, Sam," Gabriel half sneered, looking up from his book.

"Gabe, I didn't realize you were still here," Sam yearned for the angel. He missed him

"Yes well, your brother and my brother are insistent on getting my memories back. I told them I was okay with making new ones, they, however, are not," Gabriel huffed closing his book.

Sam only nodded sadly.

"So I overheard Cassie and Derek talking last night, they said you love me, that true?" Gabriel asked setting the book aside.

Sam tensed, he didn't know what to say. They'd never said that to each other before.

Gabriel waited patiently.

"I'll talk to Cas and Dean about letting you go," Sam finally said, looking away from the angel. He couldn't tell him now, it wasn't right.

"Were we happy?" Gabriel asked next, causing Sam's eyes to meet Gabriel's.

Sam pulled out his phone and handed it to Gabriel. The archangel took it, inspecting the picture. Sam watched as Gabriel frowned at the device.

"I almost wish I could remember," Gabriel spoke handing the phone back.

"Almost?" Sam frowned. That stung a bit.

"I can't stand you Winchesters so..." Gabriel shrugged.

"Right," Sam dropped his head. That stung a lot.

"Sam, we need to talk-" Dean cut himself off when he saw who Sam was with, "I'll come back later."

"No, it's fine, we were done," Sam's voice broke slightly as he turned away from Gabriel.

Sam was trying to keep it together, it's not like Gabriel was dead. Sam had lost a lot of people in his life, but this, this hurt the most.

*AN*
Small update for you!