The Secret Winchester

"Well what the hell?"

Deans POV

"Stiles!" Was the first thing to come to mind when I come to. The last thing I remember before the giant flash was Stiles taking in the hits of 7 angels.
Looking around, I'm surrounded by a bunch of shrubbery and trees sprouting from a damp dirt floor.
"Dean?" Sammy calls from a few feet away, by one of the shortest trees. As I rushed over to him, he slowly makes his way off his back and onto his feet brushing off all the leaves and soil.
"Hey, you okay?" I ask, checking him for any kind of injury's. He stands still while I do my little sweep, allowing me to calm myself a bit.
"I'm fine." He says pushing me away lightly. Looking around, I search for my son. Maybe he's just behind one of the trees, or under all the bushes.
"Stiles!" I call again, praying for an answer only to receive none. Without meaning to I shoot Sam a worried glance. Stiles had exhausted his power before we left, what if something happened? What if he got killed before we woke up?
"Dean calm down we'll find him." Sam tries, but it does nothing. I try my best to keep my emotions in check but the panic seeps through. Taking a deep breath and running my hand through my hair, I am able to pull it back in a bit seeing Sam's fear.
"Your right, it's fine. Sorry about that." I smile at my little brother. I can see on his face he knows I'm faking, but I could also see the slight relief. I know he wants me to start sharing my emotions with other people, but he doesn't know what know what to do when I lose it. He's so use to me hiding it all that when I finally show a bit of emotion it scares him a bit.
"Come on, it's not safe out in the open." I usher him, moving into the cover of the trees. Running from what sounded like Godzilla.

Jacks POV
After Stiles pass out again in m lap I didn't know what to do. I couldn't open another rift again because I need a dream walker, and something told me there are no more dream walkers in this world.
Gently lifting Stiles off my lap, I lay his head on my jacket as a pillow.
"Is he okay?" Mary asks quietly from her spot in the cage. Smiling sadly I nod.
"He had to hold of 7 angels on his own so I could get up here. He exhausted all his power, but his grace will heal him it'll just take some time." I explained. Her eyes never leave Stiles limp body in the corner of the room. His skin was deadly pale, his eyes even shut looked sunk in, he was covered in a layer of sweat, and his breaths were shallow.
"Can't you heal him?" She asks, the desperation in her voice matching the way I feel.
"I don't know if mixing my grace with his will heal him or kill him." I whimper. Staring at Stiles laying lifeless on the floor powered an emotion in my that I didn't know how to describe. It's like watching him like this made all my insides burn and my heart felt like it was being squeezed. Turning away, I look out the window. Dirt and dust covered the world in a thick layer, as there were bodies and spikes littering the ground.
"Well well well, what do we have hear? Lucifers son."A man with a shaved head and goatee said. I could sense the grace coming from his group behind him, though his was more powerful by a long shot.
"Welcome, nephew." He smirked maliciously. My first thought went to Stiles. Keep him safe. As I look over to him still sleeping soundly, I see the man follow my gaze.
"Oh what it this? Another abomination?" The interest in his voice forces me to take a step closer in his direction. With a flick of his fingers, the angels are now at my sides holding me in place as he makes his way towards Stiles.
"Leave him alone!" I yell at the man. Ignoring me, he crouched besides him.
"What is this? He's exhausted himself. Now now, that just won't do." He tisked, placing his hand on his chest and forcing his grace through him. His once limp body now convulsing with the new grace running through him.
"Stiles!" I scream from him, using my power to incinerate the angels holding me down. Running to his side, I place my hands in each of his temples. Using as little of my face as possible, I calm his body, relaxing him into a peaceful sleep.
"You were trying to kill him!" I shout at the archangel, pulling Stiles closer to me.
"Kill him, not do much. Keep him in a weakened state is more of what I was going for." He casually shrugs at me. Standing from his previous crouched position, he walks towards the now dead angels on the floor by Mary.
"You see, I need you both alive because I need you to make me a portal to your world." He simplified.
"Now based of your friends memories there, you used a dream walker to get here. Seeing as there are no more on this planet, your stuck. However, I just so happened to know a way to open another rift using two nephilim." His face twisted into an amused smirk. Instinctively pulling Stiles closer to me, I shoot Mary a confused look. She discreetly give a shake of her head, she doesn't trust him.
"Why would you want to open another rift?" I ask the tall bald man. Dropping his head to his chest, he gives an exaggerated sigh.
"You see, my job is to kill Lucifer. Always had been. Though for some reason, your Micheal has failed at his job. It also seems as though humans are failures. They only know how to distort and destroy things. So I'm going to go to your world, kill Lucifer, and try again with your world." He smiled as if his plan was the only right answer possible.
"I think I'll pass," shifting out of my lap, Stiles moves to sit up on his own. Surprised that he's awake, I place a hand on his back to support him and make sure he's okay. How is he awake?
"I wasn't really asking." Micheal spat. His fake grin dropped off his face as he settles into an ugly sneer.
"Well what the hell man? That's so not cool." Stiles whines, running a a hand stressfully through his hair.
"Your gonna help me, wither you like it or not. Take them to the other room." He demanded the other angels. Rushing over, they pull us from the ground and roughly force us down the hall into a room similar to the last one, but with more powerful warding.
"Fuck." Stiles grunts softly after the angels leave. Quickly scooting over to him, I lay check him for any injuries like Dean and Cass do.
"Are you okay? What's wrong? Do you want me to heal you?" I can't control the speeds that the questions fly from my mouth. Settling against the wall he lets out a pained chuckle.
"Relax Jack-Jack. I'm okay, just a little sore." He forces a tired smile. I raise my hand to heal him but it grabs it in his own, interlocking our fingers.
"No, we can't both be weak. Save your powers, I'll be fine." Though I'm now convinced. I could see him straining himself to stay awake, but he just rubs his thumb over my knuckles. Giving in to his wishes, I pull him into my lap, running my hands through his hair like he once did for me. His fight against sleep comes to an end as his eyelids visible start to droop.
"Get some sleep Sti, I'll watch over you." I whisper softly as his eyes slid close finally.
"Thanks Jay." He smiles, relaxing into my touch.