Going Through Hell (Stiles Stilinki)

Humanity Revealed?

Stiles groaned and winced as he woke up on a familiar metal table. The vet, Deaton hovering over him. What-what was going on? He slowly got into a sitting position, now seeing Melissa, the Sheriff and Scott also hovering over him. 

Then it came back to him, what he'd remembered. He didn't know his vision was becoming dark, his breath becoming fast and shaky.

"His having a panic attack" He heard someone say, anxious.

His stomach twisted as certain events he remembered turned his stomach. They saw his face just in time as Stiles keeled over, trembling and throw up in a bucket someone had just gotten. He wretched some more, still breathing really hard, shaking.

"Stiles, hey, focus on me" His father bent down in front of him.

Stiles witheld a pained whimper and the urge to just shut the world out around him. He stared at him and slowly his breathing came back to normal and urge to empty his intestines on the floor.

"I-I remember...not all of it, not a lot but I remember" Stiles choked out, biting down on his knuckles to stop himself from screaming.

"Stiles-" Scott started shakily.

He shook his head, looking at Scott "I r-remember you talking to me before. You-you said you'd come for me. You promised...you said you'd come for me"

His hands went to his hair pulling it with anger and a emotion he couldn't identify.

"I-I waited for you. Waited for you for so long I-I forgot what I was waiting for. You said you would come...where-" He breathed in and cut himself of, shaking away tears, straigtening up, though not daring to get of the table, not trusting himself to stand up by himself.

"Where were you?! Where the fuck were you?! If I really had a life here and you were my brother. Where were you, huh?!" Stiles spat.

"Stiles" Melissa cried out at Stiles hostility and her own sons expression which was heartbreaking. Scott suddenly moved closer ignoring Stiles recoiling from him.

He grabbed him by the shoulders then to Stiles shock Scott pulled him in for a hug.

"I did come for you. You're here. You're here, with us, with me. E-Even though it'll take a while to feel it but you're home buddy" Scott babbled, in between sobs.

Stiles tensed up in his imbrace, eyes blown wide with shock. His teeth clenched as he tried to stop himself from crying, but he couldn't. He always couldn't.

He cried in Scott's arms.

Deaton stepped forward, looking more grim than usual despite Melissa and the Sheriff's happy expressions.

"I'm sorry to have to break this up but I think I might know what happened to you, Stiles. I just need to do one more test to make sure..."

Stiles untangled himself from Scott, his face reddoning, not sure what to think of his outburst in front of Scott. Also deciding it would be much easier to focus on Deaton instead of look at Scott. He wiped away any tears quickly. He was a mess.

"Don't do anything. I promise this will be fine, just hold out you're arm again please?" He said.

Stiles responded by holding out his arm slowly, unsure why. His breath caught his throat as Deaton brang out a knife. His arm trembled.

"Deaton-" The sheriff said.

"It'll be fine. Just one test" Deaton said.

Then he suddenly acted quickly, the vet ran his blade across Stiles arm, digging into the skin, drawing blood. Stiles heart thudded hard in his chest, the urge to throw up siezed him and he couldn't react in his shock.

"What-" Scott started to say, his angry commanding voice echoing around but Deaton snapped at him "Look at him arm Scott!"

They all looked.

Stiles trembled with pure shock, they all did. The wound was vanishing, healing in front of them.

"You didn't feel any pain when I created the wound either" Deaton stated, like a fact not a question.

The familiar numbness crept up on Stiles quickly once again, he liked that feeling, it was better to deal with than anything else.

"What does it mean?" Stiles asked but his voice sounded dull even to his ears. 

"You're not a human any more Stiles. What happened to you in hell changed you to much and you broke"

Stiles frowned, why did Deaton sound almost accusing? Funny how he seemed more focused on that then not human part.

"What is that supposed to mean!" Scott hissed.

"You were only in their for two months, was that all it took for you to say yes?" He said, he sounded dissapointed, disapointed in Stiles. 

"Deaton! What are you talking about?! What happened to my son. This is no time for riddles" The Sheriff snapped.

"When a human goes to hell, usually their soul, sometimes their body as well in Stiles case. They are torchured, and everyday the demons will come in and give them a choice. A choice for the pain to stop at a price"

"Price?" Stiles asked numbly.

"To give up you're humanity. Become one of them" Deaton said, disgust in his voice.

"Become one of them?" Melissa said, sounding horrified.

"A demon" Deaton said.

Hi, hope you enjoyed this chapter, dun, dun, daa. Also just to say some things I will be taking from supernatural, other things I won't be so, so sometimes I will be just making things up about Demons, other times I'll take it from shows. Just letting you know as I have had comments before that have been angry I changed certain myths or certain creatures. Yes I know sometimes people see this myth or creature like this but I'm making it up for my story so just warning you x Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think? X