Falling From Grace

Chapter One: A Hunters Funeral

Dean and Sam carefully lifted Stiles covered body up onto the flat surface surrounded by pikes of wood. It was silent as they walked back and Sam lit a match and tossed it onto grave wearily.

The gas soaked wood caught fire immediately and the pack watched with tear filled eyed as Stiles body caught fire as well.

It was silent mostly except for Lydia and Allison's muffled cries.
"I'm sorry Stiles.... I- I failed you," Dean said silently holding back the scream that wanted to erupt inside of him. He turned away and walked back towards the impala.

Sam stared at his nephew a little longer though trying to find the right words to speak but he had none.
"I swear to you Stiles, I'm going to bring you back home," he said settling on those words before following his brother.

"Where are you going?" Argent asked the two brothers following them causing the packs attention to shift.
"I'm going to go sit at home and have a beer and maybe a slice of pie. Then when my head is clear I'm going to find Lucifer and kill him," Dean informed the hunter without turning back.

"We can help!" Scott exclaimed rushing forwards only to be stopped by Chris's outstretched arm.
"You can't go alone."
"With all due respect, we don't need a pack of werewolves help with driving back to our home," Sam said opening the passengers door. Suddenly he stopped and looked back.

"Allison, are you coming?" He asked. It was silent for a moment until Allison nodded and walked forwards.
"Allison!" The older of the pack seemed to say at once.
"Look, I have to go with them, I'm in this crazy world full of angels, vampires, and demons. I have to go with them for Stiles. Because I can't let them tear each other apart," she said before hugging her dad.

"With all due respect in pretty sure we are involved now as well," Lydia spoke up causing Dean to shake his head.
"When we need you, we will call you, until then learn all you can about demons."

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"Stiles! Stiles focus on something! Stiles focus to keep yourself sane!" A voice called out to him. But Stiles couldn't focus.
Visions flooded through Stiles mind as his life flashed before his eyes. The very last thing he saw was Allison Argent smiling at him, and he felt peace for a moment.
"Allison," he whispered into the nothingness.
"Stiles?! Stiles where are you!?" Her voice called back. But he couldn't return her call as the noise of a screaming souls filled his ears.

Stiles eyes fluttered awake, he was laying down on a bed staring up at a ceiling fan that was bringing cool air down onto him. Leaning up he looked around the room in confusion not sure where he was.

He threw the covers off of him his feet hit the cold tile, but he ignored the annoyance as he looked around the room. It was a simple all white room, a single bed in the corner, a beside table with a clock, and a desk with a chair pushed up against the wall across from the bed.

What really bothered Stiles though was the windows which seemed to be the only light source for his room that filtered in from the corners of the walls.
Grabbing the chair he pushed it up against a wall and stood on it staring out the window confusion seeking through him.

There was nothing on the other side of the window but but a light. Stepping down from the chair and shoving it away Stiles turned his focus on the door. He walked forward slowly his hand reaching out for the handle.

To his surprise the door opened, only to reveal metal bars stopping him from going any further. Grasping them he shook violently unable to accept what was happening.

"Dont bother trying to get out, ill let you out," Lucifer informed Stiles. Stiles glared and turned around to face the arch angel.
"Where the hell am I?" Stiles asked angrily.

Lucifer shrugged as if it were obvious.
"Since you just died about three hours ago, and a bullet to your brain killed you I'll let the low intelligence slide for today," Lucifer joked, " But isn't it obvious you're in a cage?"

Stiles eyes narrowed until he looked back towards the bars realizing they spread around the whole exterior of the room.
"Am I in your cage?" Stiles asked.

"No,no,no. Michaels in my cage, currently in a delirious situation caused by torture. No, you're in a cage where you're free to leave at any time. No magical seal to keep you out, no. But you just have to be strong enough to break through those steel bars," Lucifer informed him.

"And how the hell do you expect me to do that huh? Become the Incredible Hulk? If you didn't notice I'm a little short on stretchy purple boxers!" The teenager growled slamming the door shut.

Lucifer shook his head and snapped his fingers, and a pitcher of a maroon substance appeared in his hands. He grabbed Stiles empty glass off the bedside table and poured the glass a third of the way full.

"Drink up wittle Winchester, I've got a lot planned for you," Lucifer said smiling.
"That's demon blood isn't it?" Stiles asked. The devils smile faded and turned into a frown.
"So Sammy told you huh, about the demon blood problem, well. If you won't drink it on your own free will, there's alternatives."

Lucifer grabbed the glass in a blink of an eye, there was a syringe in his hand.
"Please tell me that's a clean un used needle," Stiles said wearily staring at the needle becoming kind of queasy.
"Trust me Stiles, this needle is the least of your problems right now."

Before he could even react Lucifer was behind him jamming the needle into his neck. Stiles eyes widened as he tried to break free.

"I have a real problem with needles!" He exclaimed. But soon enough Lucifer was gone leaving Stiles to hold his neck where he had previously been stabbed.

A plan rushed through his head as he looked around at the room. He knew that there wasn't a way out right now. But at the first chance he could get, Stiles was running and he wasn't going to look back.

Chapter One is finished. How did you guys like it. Ik a lot didn't happen but it's going to set up a bunch of things. Now, there's going to be just Stiles chapters. And then Dean/ Pack chapters. There may be a few where it's switching around like this but other then that it'll be with a certain set of characters.