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

Hypocrite

Stiles knocked on the door of Derek's old loft. Peter lived here now, that much he knew, however, he didn't know that more than Scott, Peter, and Malia awaited him inside.

"Stiles," Malia smiled cautiously when she opened the door.

"Hey, Lia," Stiles gave a fake smile as he stepped into the familiar loft. The last time he'd been here he'd had a panic attack about his possession of the nogitsune, this time though, he was unfazed by the memories.

"Stiles, look at you," Peter smiled walking towards the hunter.

"So you're part of Scott's pack now?" Stiles asked looking at the ex alpha.

"I help when he needs it," Peter answered simply.

"Where's Lydia?" Stiles had expected her to be there.

"She's not here," Malia answered. She was watching Stiles with curious eyes.

"So who's your friend?" Peter asked then, gesturing towards the demon behind him.

"Kai," The demon smiled extending a hand towards the werewolf.

"Derek didn't work out I hear," Peter said ignoring Kai's hand.

"Gonna give me some long speech about how I should give him a chance?" Stiles asked boredly.

"I'm guessing that would be inconsequential," Peter gave a curt smile, "How about you make yourselves comfortable. Pizza should be here soon."

Stiles let out a sigh, but Kai pulled him towards the couch. As soon as the two of them took a seat, Scott's phone rang.

Scott stepped away as he answered it. Stiles watched carefully as Scott spoke quietly into the receiver. He tossed a few glances towards Stiles.

"You know, it's been great seeing you guys, but we should really get going," Stiles said standing. He knew Scott well enough to know something was up. He'd spent two years of his life with the guy. He knew when he was lying and he knew when he was up to something, and right now he was up to something.

Kai obviously understanding Stiles, stood up to follow him to the door, but seemed to be stuck.

"What the?" Kai looked around confused.

Peter cut off the lights to reveal a devils trap glowing around him.

"Black light paint," Scott smirked putting his phone away.

The lights came back on then.

"Guys, it didn't hold Stiles," Malia pointed out.

Indeed Stiles had walked through the trap with no trouble.

Stiles laughed, "I'm not a demon, Malia."

"You're not Stiles either," Scott frowned, panicking.

"Technically I am," Stiles shrugged, turning to face Scott.

Peter took the opportunity to grab a cast iron bookend of the nearby shelf, knocking Stiles unconscious.

"Peter," Scott gaped at the werewolf.

"What? They said don't let him leave. He cant run off of he's unconscious," Peter shrugged.

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Derek sat silently in the back seat of the impala. They'd been on the road barely three hours and the uncomfortable silence between Cas and Dean was deafening.

"Cas you reek of irritation and worry, Dean you reek of annoyance and stress, would you two just talk already. I'm choking back here," Derek huffed.

Dean visibly tensed while Cas glared at his boyfriend, neither saying anything.

"No, yeah, you both make a really good point," Derek rolled his eyes.

"What do you propose I say, Derek? Dean's not going to listen to me, he never does. He thinks he's invincible and so he ignores all signs of danger and proceeds to be as reckless as possible," Cas snapped in irritation.

"You know Cas' problem, Derek? He worries too much. We live a dangerous life, if I turned tail every time my life was at risk, the world would have ended, three times over. Also he's a hypocrite," Dean sneered.

Derek leaned his head back with a groan.

"Dean's the hypocrite, if Lydia had claimed I was the one going to die, he would have locked me in the bunker's dungeon. And maybe he should worry a little more. This is a dangerous life, I get that, but he treats it like an everyday desk job," Cas snapped back.

"Maybe I wouldn't have to go to such lengths, such as locking him in the dungeon, if he didn't make stupid decisions that almost get him killed. I know what I'm doing, I'm careful. He doesn't think. He says I'm reckless, well if that ain't the pot calling the kettle black," Dean scoffed.

"You're careful, Dean? Really? Says the guy who is ignoring the direct prophecy of his death," Cas snapped turning to face Dean.

"She's not a prophet, Cas, she's a banshee," Dean snapped back.

At least they were arguing directly now.

"Yes a banshee, a harbinger of death. Do you what know the definition of harbinger is? Something that foreshadows a future event or gives and anticipatory sign of what is to come," Cas spoke in a condescending tone.

"She said herself, she's not always right," Dean huffed gripping the steering wheel tighter.

"That doesn't mean you risk it, Dean."

"So what I'm just supposed to sit on my thumbs while my brother is running around as some Demon's bitch?"

"Your problem is control, you always have to be in control of the situation. You can't trust us to see this through,"

"This ain't about trust, Cas. This is about me not sitting back while the people I care about risk their lives because there's a chance I might get hurt," Dean shouted. He was clearly getting more riled up.

"It's not about you getting hurt, it's about you dying. If you die, that hurts all of us," Cas shouted back.

"I understand your concern, I do, I get it, but I've died before, it ain't nothin' new," Dean calmed his tone down a bit.

"One of these says you aren't gonna come back," Cas' voice broke.

Dean remained quiet for a moment, before speaking again, "I'll be alright, Cas, I promise."

Cas turned, looking out the window. He didn't want to have this conversation anymore. Dean was too stubborn, and Cas was gonna be the one to suffer for it.

*AN*
Okay this was not the way I intended for this chapter to go, but I had fun with Dean and Cas' argument. Let me know what you think! 😚