A price. There was always a fucking price to everything, wasn't there? Apparently the hallucinations and losing his mind wasn't enough. Apparently being sick for almost two weeks wasn't enough. Apparently his body being used by the leviathans and fucking hijacked by Lucifer himself wasn't enough. There was a price. Of course there was a price. The bitterness of his thoughts were enough to make a disgusting taste in his mouth, and before his mother or Lydia could say anything, Derek stood. Not to follow Destiny, but to pace. He didn't feel well, and pacing the length of the room was enough to make him dizzy, but the wolf in him didn't feel just ill with everything that was going on. It felt trapped, and Derek could feel his blood beginning to boil in veins.
There wasn't a second option though, was there? Laura had mentioned Max, maybe Lissa or Adrian, but as far as he knew they healed bodies. Not...whatever the hell he was. Possession? For a second he wondered if one of the angels in town would be able to fix him, but he remembered passing by Castiel the previous day when he dropped by the prison, and he hadn't said anything. Had he even sensed what was going on or what was contained in Derek's body?
Because he was the tool. Of course he was. He was the pawn of everyone's plans, he thought angrily and could feel a growl in the pit of his throat that he managed to suppress. The irrational side of his mind wanted to start clawing at his own body, clawing at his scar until he found whatever the fuck Dick Roman had installed in him, but he as angry as he was, he knew he couldn't do it.
One look at Talia and Lydia, and he knew he definitely couldn't do it. He had to get better. He may hate what he had to do, but he knew he couldn't just lose it completely.
There was a reason why he hadn't objected to his mother or Laura accompanying him to see Destiny, and that was that in his mind they were still his alphas. They always had been, and right now it was no exception. Looking at his mother now, he was able to rein in his emotions enough to stop himself from pacing, and even if he clenched his jaw shut, he just gave her a small nod. He had to do this. If he wanted to get better, if he wanted all this to end, he had to do this. Lucifer hadn't hurt anyone this last time, but what if that changed later? If he came here like Glory had, and tried to take over Everett... The possibilities of what could happen made him feel sick, but he just walked over to Talia and kissed her cheek. "Wait out here, please?" It probably wasn't fair of him to ask that, but he had to do this alone. His voice was quiet but firm enough to say that he knew what he was getting into, and he tried to give her the most reassuring smile he could, even if it barely showed on his lips.
Turning to Lydia, he kissed her cheek as well before nuzzling against her gently for a moment. The wolf seeking his mate. She was his anchor, and he could feel himself settle enough to think a little more clearly. Taking off the ring she gave him, he placed it in her hand and gave her a small nod. "Hold it got me until I come back, okay?"
The hallucinations were going to get worse. Destiny's words echoed in his head as he followed her to her kitchen, but he didn't let them stop him.
The scent of rat guts, though, almost made him stop and he had to keep himself from gagging. Normally he had a tough stomach, but feeling nauseated for the last few days had made him too queasy too easily. He just tried to focus past it, and turned to Destiny. "Alright. What.. What do you need me to do?"