Falling From Grace

Chapter Six: Not Needed

Allison's bare feet froze against the bunker floor as she silently walked through the halls.
"Allison?" A voice called out. It was familiar but it sounded so distant.
"Allison!"
"Stiles? Stiles where are you?" She cried out recognizing the voice rushing throughout the halls.

She came to a stop as the boy she had been searching for was right in front of her smiling as if nothing had happened.
"How?" She breathed.
"Oh come on! Didn't think old Stiles couldn't get the slip on the devil!" He said smirking.
Allison rushed forwards embracing him causing a small chuckle to escape.
"I was so scared," Allison whispered.

"Hey, you don't have to worry about a thing. I'm back, everything is fine," Stiles said smiling brushing her hair out from her face.
Allison didn't even hesitate to kiss him. But something was wrong.

"Stiles?" She whispered looking at the boy.
He looked empty and broken his face suddenly very pale.
"Allison," he whispered.
Then his eyes turned black causing her to scream.

Allison shot up from her bed tears falling from her eyes.

Her hands where shaking and she felt numb on the inside. Stiles was in hell, and she had no idea what he was going through. Being turned into something he wasn't, Lucifer killing him. Everything was falling apart, and she hated herself for it.

She didn't know how she let Stiles slip away from her. If only she could of stayed awake a little her longer he wouldn't of died.

She rose from her bed and walked out of her room to the kitchen. Where surprisingly she saw Sam.

"Allison it's 3 in the morning," Sam spoke staring at his coffee not even looking back at her.
"How did you know it was me?" She asked raising an eyebrow.
"Dean is either punching Crowley or in his bedroom," Sam muttered lifting his coffee to his lips and taking a long drink.
"Now why are you up?"

Allison shrugged as she sat across from Sam, " Nightmares."
"About hell?" Sam asked,"They never go away."
Raising an eyebrow Allison shook her head.
"It was Stiles as a demon," she muttered. Sam sighed setting his coffee cup down.

"There's nothing we can do.... I've read every book, every subject matter, ever thing I can find and all that I know is that once Lucifer has you, he has you. You get one moment to escape and if you miss it you're done for life. There's not a way we can get into hell without demon after demons after us, even if we got that far we would have to deal with Lucifer, which would lead to our deaths. The devil doesn't play fair. Hell he had us thinking Crowley was doing all of this. No, he was doing this."

"Crowley......" Allison muttered," The king of hell?"
"Former," Sam corrected.
"So he knows where the entrance to hell is? Or where Stiles might be held?"

Sam shrugged drinking the rest of his coffee.
"He won't talk, Deans tried everything."

"So what do we do then?" Allison asked frowning. Sam placed the cup away from him frowning at it slightly almost as he was disappointed that it didn't magically refill itself in the last ten seconds.

"If he's useless to us then.... we do what we'd do to any other demon," he said standing up nodding for Allison to follow.
They walked towards the sound of constant punching and groans. Coming from the corner Allison noticed how bloody Deans hand had become and how Crowley's former black suit looked more maroon now then black.

"Dean, we can't do anything with him, he's just a useless crossroads demon!" Sam said lightly to his brother.
"He knows where Stiles is," Dean said shaking his head glaring at the demon," He has to!"
"And what if he doesn't! What if he's not saying anything because he doesn't want to die! And if he admits to not knowing he'd be completely useless! Dean he doesn't know!" Sam exclaimed.

"Maybe he doesn't know.... but maybe another demon does," Allison offered. The two brothers heads snapped over to Allison in realization. Sam grabbed a bottle of holy water uncapping it and splashing it over Crowley's face.

The demon woke from his daze screaming in pain.
"You're going to answer my questions this time," Dean spat angel blade in hand,"Then after where done with that I'll consider not killing you."

"Go to hell," Crowley spat.
"Been there, not my cup of tea," Dean growled slashing the blade across the demons torso.

"Why does it matter Dean!? Even if you know where Stiles is your son cannot be saved, his mind is being twisted as we speak! When you find him he won't be the same kid you knew for those six months!"

Deans hand shook shaking his head tears threatening to spill. Allison wondered exactly what was happening to Stiles down below. If he was holding on or if Lucifer was manipulating him.

The lights flickered in the bunker causing the two hunters to tense up. Sams phone started to ring and he put it to his ear.

"Wonder who that is," Crowley muttered a smile appearing on his face.

Sams jaw was clenched and his mouth slightly open in shock.
"He took who?"
"Ok we will be there in the morning."

There was a pause from Sam and Allison could practically hear the shouting from whoever was on the other line.

Sam's eyes widened and he turned towards Dean.

"What? What is it?" Dean asked wordily. Allison stared at Sam waiting his answer.
"It's Scott, he said Stiles took Lydia...and they think -"

"That he's going to take one of you?" Crowley answered for him. Allisons eyes snapped over to the demon realization spreading over her face. 

"The flickering lights," she muttered. Dean heard what she said and spun around his eyes widening.

"I'd say he's right," Dean said lightly. Staring at the figure in the door way. The lights flickered again and they where able to tell it was Stiles.

"Stiles?" Allison cried out but Sam stopped her from running forward.
"That's not Stiles," Sam said staring at his nephews eyes. The normal cheerful glow was gone, they where dull and focused on Crowley.

"I told you Dean that's not your son."

Deans head snapped backwards anger spread across his face. Grabbing the angel blade he charged towards the demon and stabbed the blade in Crowley's  chest.

"I don't need you anymore you son of a bitch," Dean snarled as the demons eyes flicked before he died.

Allison looked back at Stiles who's eyes where now on her. His hand shook Allison didn't know what was going to happen.

Suddenly a loud clang sound echoed through the room and Stiles fell forward face first. Behind him stood Castiel a large metal pole in his hands. Looking over to Crowley's limp body and glancing down at Stiles.

"What did I miss?" Cas asked.

Hope you liked the chapter! Sorry it took so long to update.