Welcome To Fatherhood (SPN/TW)

Chapter 11

*Stiles' POV* 

       Slowly i opened my eyes which were blurry, blinking a few times i fixed my vision and became confused. Looking around i realized i was in a dark boiler room i think, i went to get up but thats when i noticed i was strapped to a chair, i felt my heart rate spike as i began struggling to get out. 

    "You won't get out." I heard a males voice, abruptly stopping i looked around but couldn't see anyone. "Who's there?" I asked shakily, i heard footsteps coming closer and a man stood in front of me. "Hello young Winchester, the names Crowley." The man smirked, taking a deep breath i asked. "Are you one of the Vampires?" He man began laughing making me confused and slightly more scared. "No, i'm much worse." I watched as his eyes were suddenly blood red. "Im the king of hell." 

      My eyes widened and i felt my heart drop and speed up. 
"There's no such thing." I shakily whispered, his smirk grew as he began walking around me. "Ah, yes there is, and there is also a Lucifer." I turned my head as far as i could until i couldn't see him meaning he was behind me. "No body told me Dean has a son." He sounded like he was actually shocked. 

       "Why do you care?" I asked watching as he walked back in front of me making a chair slide from across the room so he could sit. "Because i could use you." He said more to himself than to me. "For what?" I didnt get an answer when he was suddenly gone. "Ahh!" I shouted in frustration as i yanked against the restraints more feeling the rope material cut into my skin. "Someone help me!" I shouted as loud as i could. 

    I slammed myself back against the chair in anger, the chair made a clanking noise, confused i lifted myself forward before flinging myself back again when the back of the chair broke off, my heart picked up in hope. Taking a few breaths i thought this through, bringing my legs up i put my heels on the edge of the seat and scoot back until i slowly tipped the chair backwards. Looking around for anything sharp i found a broken piece of metal that looked pretty sharp. 

       I got on my knees and grabbed the chair before standing up hurrying over to the metal. Biting my lip i wedged the piece of metal between the strap and my wrist, it took me a few tries but i eventually got it with only a few cuts to my wrist, using my free hand i unstrapped my other hand. Standing up now that im free, i rubbed my wrists as i walked around looking for a way out. 

    On the other side of the room i seen a window, jumping up on the desk that was in front of it i tried to open it back failed since it was jammed. Groaning i jumped back down looking for something to break the window with. 

       After a few minutes i found a hammer, getting back on the desk holding the hammer in my right hand i used my left arm to cover my face as i swung hitting and breaking the window, i broke the rest of it before hurrying through it. 

    Licking my dry lips as i got out i noticed it was the middle of the night, probably around 11 o'clock, i began running as fast as i could until i got to a street. Stopping to breathe i looked around seeing familiar things, thats when i realized, i was by the school, couldnt be more than 10 minutes away. 

      Turning to the left i began running down the abandon street, up ahead i could see headlights of the multiple cars telling me i was near town. Pushing myself i began running faster until i seen the school to my right, only five more minutes. "Come on Stiles." I whispered to myself as i was running. 

       After five minutes i seen my house up ahead, suddenly i tripped skidding my face and knees against the street, getting up i brought my hand up touching my face and immediately knew i was bleeding, i could feel the pain but i continued running until i jumped onto my porch barging into the house collapsing onto the floor struggling to breath, i feel like i havent eaten or drank anything for days. 

     I didnt get much time to enjoy being home when i hear the sounds of guns cocking, slowly i looked up seeing my dad and uncle along with some of the pack looking at me. Once they noticed it was me they put their guns down. 

       Shoving his gun into Sam's hands my dad rushed up to me, helping me stand up and to the couch. "What the hell happened to you?" Scott asked worriedly. "I-" I went to go talk but my mouth and throat were so dry i went into a coughing fit, rushing to the kitchen Liam came out with a glass of water, i gulped it down before i finished talking. "I was kidnapped." "By who?" My dad asked with a hard voice before anyone else had the chance to speak. "He said his names Crowley."