The Devil in the Details (Sterek)(Destiel)(Sabriel)

You have to

Stiles looked at Gabriel with true fear in his eyes, fear that Gabriel had never seen in the whiskey color before.

"You have to Stiles," Gabriel spoke with a serious tone.

Stiles fought the tears in his eyes as he shook his head, "I can't."

"You have to, for Derek," Gabriel nodded.

The tears won, slipping down Stiles' face quickly.

"I can take it," Gabriel assured the youngest Winchester.

"I don't think I can," Stiles whispered.

"You will or Derek dies," Asmodeus sneered.

-

Cas watched as his boyfriend paced the library, Dean had been trying to be strong for Sam and Derek all day and he was starting to crumble.

Cas reached for the hunter, stopping him and pulling him in, "We'll find them, Dean."

"I know, but I want them home now. For the first time in forever, we were all happy, I don't know that I ever saw Stiles happy, Sam had his happiness taken from him a long time ago. They both had it, Sam had Gabriel and Stiles had Derek. Now Sam has lost Gabriel and we all lost Stiles. As bad as I want to blame Derek, I know it wasn't his fault," Dean sighed as he dropped his head.

"It's no ones fault. Stiles was only saving Derek, and Gabriel and I were ambushed," Cas squeezed Dean's hand gently, "All we know is if he wanted them dead, they would be already."

"That almost worries me more," Dean shook his head as if he was in pain. It killed him not knowing what Asmodeus wanted them for.

-
Derek contemplated what Deaton had told him. He'd called the vet to find out if he could restore his alpha spark. The only option was to kill an alpha. However since his spark wasn't stolen, he could possible get it back, but it required a true alpha. Deaton would do the ritual using the alpha's spark to ignite Derek's. Derek only knew of one true alpha and it had been so long he wasn't sure he'd be willing to help.

"You say you know a true alpha?" Sam asked typing away on his computer. Derek had told Sam about the call. He thought maybe Sam would have a suggestion.

"Yeah, but he's back in Beacon Hills. I don't know that he'd help me. We weren't exactly friends," Derek huffed. Scott and him had butted heads more often than not.

"So I'll go with you, I'll make him help," Dean said walking into the room.

"Dean," Sam sighed.

"Derek said there was a chance he could sense Stiles through their connection. The connection is only there if he's an alpha, right?" Dean turned to Derek.

Derek nodded, he hoped he could still sense him.

"So we go to Beacon Hills and we make this kid talk."

"Dean, 'this kid' was a friend of Stiles'," Cas frowned at the hunter.

"So what do you propose we do?" Dean huffed.

"I'll go with him," Cas answered.

"I'm not letting you out of my sight," Dean snapped at the angel.

"I'm not your prisoner," Cas snapped back.

"I'll go alone," Derek cut in.

"No," The room chorused.

"We don't need to be separated, I say we all go, just perhaps, let Derek do the talking," Sam said looking at his brother.

"Fine, but if he doesn't want to help, I'll make him, friend of Stiles' or not," Dean growled.

Sam sighed. Of course his brother would revert to hostility, Stiles and Gabriel being with Asmodeus wasn't something to be taken lightly.

-

Gabriel squeezed his eyes closed as Stiles strapped him to the chair.

"I'm so sorry," Stiles spoke quietly. He felt Asmodeus' eyes on him as he reached for the single blade.

"Starting off small, I'm not surprised," Asmodeus sneered.

Stiles' hand shook as he pressed the blade to Gabriel's collarbone. He hesitated, trying to get the courage to follow through, but he was frozen in place.

"Come on," Gabriel encouraged gently.

Tears poured down Stiles' cheeks harshly.

"Do it," Gabriel growled. He needed to get Stiles mad.

Stiles still didn't move. He couldn't. He imagined the hurt that would be on Sam's face when he found out what Stiles was about to do.

"Do you want Derek to die? You either do this, or Derek is done for. After all you've done to keep him safe, and you're going to let a little sympathy for me? undo all That? Come on Stiles, I thought you were better than that. Don't let Derek suffer because you didn't have the balls to-"

Stiles jabbed the knife into the shoulder joint, cutting Gabriel's sentence off.

The angel cried out in pain, he hadn't expected Stiles to react quite so strongly.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," Stiles cried still holding onto the knife embedded in Gabriel's shoulder. He tried not to collapse in a heap of sadness.

Gabriel wanted to comfort the hunter but the enochian that was scribed into the blade made it sting more.

"You do have it in you, perfect," Asmodeus grinned pulling the youngest Winchester away. "Come with me, we have some work to do,"

Gabriel watched as the prince took Stiles out of the room, leaving him strapped to the chair with the blade still stuck in his joint.

Stiles wanted to lash out at the new king of hell, but images of Derek lying dead kept him from reacting. Whatever games Asmodeus was playing, Stiles had no choice but to play along.

*AN*
Just a small chapter. Sorry for the wait! Let me know what you think!