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?"

[wolfy_sam]

"No you're not."

Hearing the words coming from Stiles hurts. It can't be true. Just more lies out of the demon. "Who are you? What the hell do you want?" Whatever it takes. Whatever it takes to get Stiles back. He can't lose him again.

He won't.

[alotofadderall]

"Ruby, Sam," She smirks, then rolls her eyes. She crosses Stiles' arms, mock-pouting. "Can't believe you didn't recognize me. I'm hurt."

"Just wanted to see what all the fuss was about," Ruby strokes over Stiles' arm, examining the smooth skin. Easily markable. Easily breakable... "See why you're fucking a kid."

[wolfy_sam]

Ruby. Sam can feel a cold trickle down his spine. Christ. This was worse than he'd thought. She knew his every move, how he handled demons. The only thing she didn't know was how his wolf was going to react, the snarling fury that was coiling inside him.

He tries not to flinch at that. Stiles is young, but he loves him.

Every move was an echo of her, every saunter. "Leave him alone, Ruby. Get out of Stiles."

[alotofadderall]

"I mean, I've seen twisted," Ruby continues, ignoring his request. "But this? He's barely 17, Sam. That's disgusting. I never knew you were so perverted."

[wolfy_sam]

"I'm not defending myself to you," he shoots back. Because he'd wanted to wait, had even planned on it until that night in the warehouse. And it's not perverted. It's wonderful. Stiles has given him his life back. Given him a reason to smile. Sam was going to do whatever it took to get him back.

He doesn't even care if it costs him his life. He's already lost Stiles once. He can't do it again.

[alotofadderall]

"Sure you don't," Ruby comments breezily, smirking as she puts her hands on her hips. "But I'll be seeing you in Hell, wolfie. Even I know that's not right."

[wolfy_sam]

His grin is hard. Sharp. "Been there, done that. Remember?"

"Get out of Stiles." His hands are in his pockets, fingers slowly inching towards the silver flask. He just needs an opening..

[alotofadderall]

"But this time you're dragging this kid with ya." Ruby sneered, reaching up to Stiles' neck. "One more move and I snap him."

[wolfy_sam]

"This isn't about him, Ruby. This is about us. You want me? Fine." He's not afraid to die, especially if that death will keep someone else alive. "Let's go."

"You lied to me. You used me to get Lucifer out and I shoved him back in."

[alotofadderall]

"Don't tell me what I want." She wrinkled her nose at him, fingers flexing against Stiles' jaw. She'd do it; she'd snap his neck in a heartbeat and feel nothing. "Oh Sammy, this is all about him. What is he giving you that I didn't, hm? I wasn't using you..."

"Funny, in here, seeing what makes your boyfriend tick." She said the word like it was a filthy curse. Ruby slowly lowered her hands, sliding them under Stiles' shirt to explore his abdomen. "Should I tell him about you, Sam? Tell him about us? All the wonderful memories we've shared?"