(Recommended to be caught up on Supernatural)
Stiles Winchester was forced to live in Beacon Hills for two years when his brothers decided that he should live a normal life. But when they found out that Beacon Hills was a literal beacon for the supe...
"Cas." Dean immediately put his gun away and caught Cas as Derek's knees buckled.
"Derek." Stiles rushed to the alpha.
"What did you do?" Dean snapped glaring at Derek.
"Na...omi." Derek struggled to speak.
Sam helped Stiles with Derek as Dean carried Cas down the hall.
"We'll put them both in here." Sam gestured to a room that had three beds. They used it as their 'healing' room, on rare occasion when it was needed.
Dean layed Cas on the bed. "Cas? Cas. Come on, wake up. Damn it Cas, please." Dean begged, wiping the blood from a cut under Cas' right eye as he cupped the angels face in his hands.
"What the hell happened?" Dean yelled turning to Derek as he stood. His face was red with anger.
"Don't yell at him." Stiles stood, standing between his brother and Derek, who was currently sitting on one of the beds.
"Gabriel...had his grace but..." Derek paused.
"There were more."
"His note said he was running to the store." Dean growled.
Derek shook his head. "Last night, he...called me. He wanted me to go with him to....meet Gabriel. Naomi had set a trap. They were trying to bargain...his Grace for...Stiles." Derek swayed slightly.
"Derek, maybe you should lie down." Sam suggested, helping Derek lie back.
"Where is Gabriel?" Dean asked between grit teeth.
"Naomi took him and Cas' grace. I could have caught her but..." Derek shook his head.
"I couldn't leave Cas. They would have killed him."
"They took Gabriel?" Sam frowned in confusion.
"They had him in... a ring of fire and...handcuffs that...he couldn't get out of. I got Cas here...as fast as I..." Derek grimaced in pain.
"Derek, why aren't you healing?" Stiles asked worriedly as he inspected a few of his wounds.
Derek tried to respond but only a pained growl came out.
"Wolfsbane." Stiles said as he saw the rawness of Derek's wounds. He remembered when Derek had been shot with a wolfsbane bullet.
"Their...blades." Derek growled out.
Stiles saw as sweat began to build up on Derek's forehead. His face was already as white as a sheet.
"I need to clean these." Stiles said, his tone slightly panicked.
"It's no use." Derek grumbled as he struggled to speak.
"No use? Derek, wolfsbane can kill you, did you forget that?" Stiles snapped.
"Stiles, it's okay." Derek said gripping Stiles' hand weakly.
"No, it's not okay." Stiles jerked away from Derek.
Derek closed his eyes in a slight grimace.
"I didn't save your ass all those times so you could die once we finally got close." Stiles snapped.
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