You're Gonna Lose Your Soul

[alotofadderall]

"Sam, please, help me I don't - somebody grabbed me - it's dark and I don't know where - Sam - call Derek - fuck - hey! Get off!"

The message ends abruptly in what sounds like the rustle of clothes and a scuffle.

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[wolfy_sam]

His first instinct is to run. Grab the keys and haul ass and find Stiles.

But he had to find him first, and he couldn't rely on scent or sound. Beacon Hills was big enough it would be nearly impossible to pinpoint his location. So plugging his phone in, he blesses Stiles for leaving the GPS on his phone active. The woods. Ok. He has a good place to start.

Now he can get the keys and haul ass.

Gun in the shoulder rig he normally wore, silver knife at his back and flask of holy water in his pocket, Sam approaches the run down cabin. He can smell Stiles. He can also smell sulfur.

Fuck.

"Stiles?"

[alotofadderall]

Stiles is lying on the floor of the cabin, unconscious. There doesn't seem to be anyone else around, and he's got a few streaks of dirt on his skin and clothes, from where he'd obviously been struggling against someone.

At his name he stirs, groaning softly. "...Fuck...Sam...?"

[wolfy_sam]

Sam drops to one knee beside Stiles, laying a reassuring hand on his shoulder as he starts looking around the cabin. Too easy. "Hey. I'm here. You okay?" He can haul him up with one arm, keeping the other hand free to go for a weapon if needed.

Only when Stiles is standing does Sam look him over closely, his eyes relieved. "Hey, what happened? Who grabbed you?"

[alotofadderall]

"What - yeah I'm fine." Stiles blinks, rubbing the back of his hand over his eyes as Sam helps him up. "I don't know..."

Stiles' grip on Sam's arm tightens and he flattens into the man. "They just grabbed me, Sam...threw me into their trunk, I think." He's shaking a little, and Stiles curls in towards Sam's chest, looking around the room distrustfully. "Where are we?"

[wolfy_sam]

His arm slides around him, keeping him close. It was dangerous, but he could shield Stiles with his body if need be, take a hit that he'd survive as a wolf. He'd already lost him once, he wasn't going to lose him again. "We're not far from the house. I'm gonna get you to Derek and Scott, okay?"

Sulfur. His nostrils flare again.

"I need to come back here and find out what took you."

[alotofadderall]

"Okay," Stiles replies quietly, kissing Sam's shoulder. He looks up at the wolf, eyes flashing black. "Take me to your leader, kiddo."

Suddenly Stiles' grip is crushing, and the demon steals a quick kiss before darting backwards, looking more than triumphant as the door and windows fly shut, blocking all exits. "Hiya, Sammy."

[wolfy_sam]

The crushing grip steals a grunt from him as the demon darts out of his arms and seals the cabin. Sam can't quite keep the low growl from rumbling in his chest.

"Let him go. Now."

[alotofadderall]

"Ooh, but why? He's so comfortable," The demon ran a hand down Stiles' arm appreciatively, smirking at Sam. It licked Stiles' lips, running another hand down his neck, over his chest. "Very comfortable."

[wolfy_sam]

His wolf stirs, clawing and growling, a fearsome thing ready to devour the monster that was defiling his mate. His Stiles. Sam tamps down hard on the instinct to shift.

"Let him go. I'm only going to warn you once."

If the demon knows his name, then he should know that he's not going to waste his time with idle threats. An exorcism ritual spun itself in his memory, the Latin echoing in his mind.

[alotofadderall]

"Hurt me," The demon digs it's nails into Stiles' forearm, unflinching. Small beads of blood begin to surface. "I hurt him. Believe me Sammy, I can do a lot worse."

[wolfy_sam]

"Hurt him and you know I'll take you apart. Get out right now? I won't touch you. But leave him alone." His voice is hard edged with anger. Sam knows what it's like to be possessed, drowning in oily black smoke, choking on it. "Stiles. I'm getting you out, okay? You just hang on."

[alotofadderall]

The demon smirks and slips a hand down Stiles' waistband, examining it's contents. "Had to see what all the fuss was about, didn't I? See why you liked this one so much. Very comfortable."

"Stiles isn't home right now," The demon simpers, ignoring the screaming teenager in his head, shoving him down and silencing him. "May I take a message?"

[wolfy_sam]

He can't call the pack, or even call Derek. He won't risk another wolf getting taken. He also ignores the sudden spike of fear. Stiles still had to be in there. He had to be.

"What do you want?"

Watch your enemy. Pick your moment. Don't charge in right away. Observe. Learn.. He can hear his Dad's voice in his head, drilling into him on how to handle a demon.

[alotofadderall]

"You're not even going to ask my name? Just try to send me back down to the Pit, hm?" The demon sounds slightly annoyed. It's evident Sam has exorcised this particular demon before. "Your head on a stick, for a start,"

"Too bad this kid has to suffer," The demon sighs, like it's a huge burden but what's done is done. Or so he wants Sam to think. "He barely likes you, and all you do is bring him pain."

[wolfy_sam]

Sam flips through the demons he's known, most of them are dead and this wasn't Meg's style at all. All right. Fine. He'll indulge the thing's ego.

"Fine. Whatever your name is, you want me, you take me. Leave him out of this."

There's the barest flinch at his words. Words engineered to hurt.

[alotofadderall]

"If you want to be rude," The demon shrugs, pacing slowly to one side of the room. His eyes shine and he flashes Sam a grin, all teeth. "You can call me Stiles, then. I am a part of him, now, after all."

"Ah, see, I can't do that," The demon made a mock-apologetic face, tapping Stiles' chin thoughtfully. "You see, you may not mean a damn to him, but he means ever so much to you, Sammy."