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

His soul

Stiles woke to find himself tied to a chair. He let out a frustrated huff as he saw Scott, Malia, and Peter standing in front of him.

"Oh, thank god," Scott sighed when he saw Stiles was awake.

"What's the meaning of this?" Stiles asked looking down at where he was bound to the chair.

"Well the devil's trap didn't work on you," Scott shrugged.

"Yeah, the black light paint, very clever. You know Scotty, you and I both know no one in this room is smart enough to have thought of that, so...when are my brothers getting here?" Stiles asked.

"They should be here shortly," Scott answered trying to not be offended by Stiles' words.

"What happened to you?" Peter asked then, frowning at the hunter.

"I made a deal with the devil," Stiles shrugged, "Well actually, it wasn't the devil, Lucifer is still tucked away in his cage, it was just some random demon," Stiles corrected himself.

At that moment there was a knock at the door.

Malia growled as she caught the familiar scent of the hunters.

"Malia," Scott said in a warning tone as he opened the door.

Derek walked in with Cas and Dean behind him.

"Stiles," Dean spoke with a relieved sigh.

"Hello, big brother. Where's Sammy?" Stiles asked in a flat tone.

"Taking care of Gabriel," Dean said with a slightly accusatory tone.

"Right, the whole memory thing, yeah," Stiles nodded. He didn't show the least bit of remorse. 

Derek stood uncomfortably off to the side.

"Hiya, Cas," Stiles looked to the angel.

"Stiles," Cas' voice was sympathetic.

"What Derek, no hello?" Stiles asked looking to the alpha next.

Derek remained unmoved and didn't respond.

"No that's fine, stay silent, not like I saved your life or anything," Stiles shifted against the bindings uncomfortably.

Derek flinched at Stiles' words.

"What the hell Stiles?" Dean snapped, "What's wrong with you? Scott said you're not a demon, so what the hell is it?" 

"I'm me," Stiles shrugged.

"Bullshit," Dean growled dropping his bag. He pulled his knife out and stepped towards his brother.

Stiles sighed, "Yeah, come on, do all your little tests."

Dean carefully cut the top of Stiles' hand with the silver blade. No reaction. He pulled out his flask of holy water, splashing Stiles. Nothing. 

"Dean," Cas stepped forward, "Does he remind you of anyone?" Cas asked shucking off his coat.

Dean frowned.

Cas rolled up one of his sleeves before it occurred to Dean what Cas was talking about.

"Sam when he lost his soul," Dean nodded.

"This is gonna hurt," Cas said as he approached Stiles.

Derek looked away as Stiles cried out in pain.

"What's he doing to him?" Scott asked stepping forward, concern on his face.

"He's checking for his soul," Dean answered.