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

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Sam looked up to the sound of the bunker door. Cas walked in followed by his brothers. 

"Where's Derek?" Sam asked noticing the absence of the werewolf.

"He's getting the stuff out of the trunk," Cas explained. 

Sam was surprised that Derek wasn't glued to Stiles' side, despite the lack of soul. 

"What the hell is she doing here?" Stiles asked frowning past Sam.

"Stiles," Lydia smiled walking into the main room.

"She's with us now.  She's been helping," Sam answered.

"Helping what? Find dead bodies?" Stiles snorted. 

"Trying to prevent them actually," The redhead said, looking pointedly at Dean.

"I'm not going to die, Lydia," Dean rolled his eyes.

"I disagree," Lydia snapped at the oldest Winchester.

"You're going to die?" Stiles asked looking at Dean.

"No."

"Yes."

Dean and Lydia answered at the same time.

"Dean's too stubborn to acknowledge it," Cas snapped.

"Eh, I don't see the big deal. Not like it's the first time," Stiles shrugged.

"You're soulless, you don't get a say," Cas snapped again, this time at Stiles.

"I'm not gonna die," Dean was getting really tired of saying that.

"If Lydia said you are, you more than likely are," Stiles shrugged.

"See, Dean," Cas glared at his boyfriend. 

"He said 'more than likely'," Dean pointed out, once again dismissing Cas' concern.

Before Cas could respond, Gabriel walked in. "Hello boys," He greeted with a smile. The smile quickly turned to a frown when he saw Stiles.

"Why is Stiles in cuffs?" Gabriel asked glancing at Dean.

"Asmodeus took his soul, so we're taking precautions," Dean answered.

"Sam got to walk around for a year without them, I guess we know who your favorite is. I would say I'm hurt, but..." Stiles smirked taking a seat in one of the chairs.

"Yes, well he wasn't working for Asmodeus," Dean rolled his eyes. Even soulless, Stiles was a sarcastic asshole.

"Where's wolverine?" Gabriel asked then, glancing around as if to spot the alpha.

"Guess he's still in the garage," Dean answered glancing at the bunker door.

"I'll go check on him," Sam said making his way towards the stairs.

Derek opened the trunk as Cas and Dean lead Stiles inside. Cas had knocked Stiles  unconscious with his angel mojo, much to Derek's relief. It was easier to sit in the back with a sleeping Stiles. He'd come to a few times, only for Cas to knock him out again, however the last time they were only ten minutes out, so they let him be. Derek felt like a caged animal. Stiles wasn't himself, he was, well, soulless. He didn't care that Derek was there, he didn't seem to care about Derek at all, and it hurt. It hurt him and it hurt his wolf. He'd spent weeks missing Stiles and yet the man couldn't have cared less. Derek knew it wasn't Stiles' fault, he had no soul, literally. In fact if anyone was to blame, it was Derek.

Derek gripped the edge of the trunk, he knew he needed to get inside so they could get their plan into motion, however he didn't want to be anywhere near Stiles. It hurt too much. He reminded him of void Stiles. Obviously he wasn't trying to kill everyone, but the empty look in his eyes, and the lack of emotion in his tone when he spoke, it was all too familiar.

The door to the garage opened and Sam stepped in, "Hey, you alright?" Sam asked.

Derek must have been taking longer than he realized. He opened his mouth to lie, but this was Sam, he'd just spent several days with the man he loved not remembering him and hating him. He would understand.

"Not really, no," Derek shook his head dropping his eyes back to the bag he was meant to bring inside.

"Stiles?" Sam asked, though he already knew.

Derek only nodded.

"He'll be alright," Sam assured the alpha.

"It's not that, I know he will, I just...I can't even stand to be near him right now. He's not Stiles, he's...he's..." Derek trailed off his grip on the impala tightening.

"Soulless," Sam finished.

"It's more than that," Derek shook his head.

"How so?" Sam asked curiously.

"He reminds me of when he was possessed, it's not nearly that bad, thank goodness, but...the way he doesn't care...the way he's so dismissive of everything...it's too familiar. I watched as he hurt people without a single hesitation and now, he may not be doing the hurting, but he doesn't care if someone else is either. I fought so hard to save him last time and yet, this time...it's my fault," Derek's closed his eyes and clenched his jaw.

"Derek, this isn't your fault," Sam took a step towards the werewolf. He hated to see Derek like this. He reminded him of Dean. Always the first to take the blame. 

"He made a deal to save me, if I had just been more careful, this could have been avoided," Derek shook his head. He'd been so concerned with keeping Stiles safe, but in the end, Stiles ended up hurt in a much worse way. 

"Listen to me, there is nothing you could have done to prevent this. Does it suck? Yes. Does it hurt? Like hell. But we will fix this. Look at Gabriel. I thought for sure I'd lost him for good. Stiles has been through a lot, and he'll go through a lot more, you just have to be there to help him, to help all of us. I know it's hard, trust me, I get it." Sam put a hand on Derek's shoulder.

Derek looked up to meet Sam's bright green eyes. They had been so clouded and tired the past few weeks, now there was a new light to them. 

Derek nodded. He knew Sam was right, and he did get it, he got it more than anyone else would. 

"Now we need to get this plan into motion so we can get both Gabriel and Stiles back completely, can you do that?" Sam asked his tone still gentle.

Derek nodded once again. He grabbed the bag before following Sam into the bunker.

Dean looked up as Sam and Derek walked in. Dean looked specifically at the werewolf. He could see the frustration in his stance and the stress in his eyes, those were all too familiar to him. As the alpha neared him, he grabbed the man's arm, stopping him in his tracks. He looked at Derek with a gentle stare, "Hey, you're good, alright?" 

"Yeah," Derek gave a small nod, dropping his eyes. Dean released his arm. Derek appreciated Sam's comforting talks and reassuring speeches, but Dean's concern was always more meaningful to Derek Perhaps because he wasn't one to talk about emotions and feelings, or perhaps it was because Dean seemed to genuinely care for him despite the fact that he was a werewolf and that went against Dean's every instinct. Either way he felt a reassurance he hadn't before and he needed it now, more than ever.

*AN*
Sorry it's been a few days. Enjoy!