Spn and TW Oneshots Book 2(CLOSED)

Michael(Destiel as fathers to Stiles)

*Warning spoilers for Supernatural season 14*

Stiles knew going after Michael alone was dangerous, but he couldn't just give up on his dad. Stiles gripped the steering wheel as he parked the car in front of the hotel. He'd overheard his uncle Sam telling Cas that's where Dean was.

Just then Stiles' phone rang. It was Cas. Stiles knew he'd be in a world of trouble if he didn't answer it.

"Hey, dad," Stiles answered in his usual chirpy voice.

"Stiles, where are you?" Cas demanded gently.

"I needed to clear my head, I went for a walk, I'll be home in an hour or so," Stiles lied as his eyes trailed up to the penthouse of the hotel.

"Stiles," Cas said in a warning tone that told the young hunter he'd been caught in his lie.

"Yeah?" Stiles saw him then, in the window at the top. His dad, or Michael as his dad.

"Sam pinged your phone. You're at the hotel where Michael was spotted," Cas huffed.

"I can get through to him, I know I can," Stiles' tone was begging Cas to believe him.

"Stiles, I know you miss your father, I do too, but it's too dangerous. Dean isn't in control. You have to promise me you won't engage him. Please, Stiles," Cas was now the one begging.

"I have to get him back, dad," Stiles felt tears prick the back of his eyes.

"We will, but not like this," Cas' tone was gentle and sympathetic.

"I'm sorry but have to try," With that Stiles hung up the phone. He came too far to give up now.

Stiles grabbed his gear bag and headed for the entrance of the hotel.

It wasn't guarded.

Stiles took the elevator to the top floor. He expected trouble, but it was silent. Eerily silent. He knew from experience that was a sign of a trap, but how could they have known he was coming?

He made his way through a few of the rooms to find them all empty.

The third door however was locked. Stiles carefully slid his lock pick in and unlocked the door with a soft click.

He stepped in to see his father sitting in an arm chair, a drink in hand.

"Stiles, I was wondering when you'd show," Michael smiled at him.

"You knew I was coming," Stiles glanced around, expecting to see back up. There was none.

"It's just us," Michael gestured to the empty room.

"You wanted me to come here."

"Of course, I wanted you to witness the destruction that your father has caused," Michael then gestured to the large bay window that overlooked the city.

"He didn't do anything. This is you," Stiles sneered.

"Your father has allowed me to do this. I will say, though, I'm disappointed that you're alone. I had genuinely hoped you would bring the others." Michael sighed, "But I'm sure they're not far behind. And I am patient."

"Dad, I know you're in there, please, you have to fight him," Stiles pleaded, hoping Dean would hear him.

"He can't hear you, he's preoccupied, in here," Michael tapped the side of his head.

"You won't win. You think you will, but you won't," Stiles was trying to fight the tears he had in his eyes. Cas had been right. This wasn't going to work.

"I already have," Michael smiled.

The smile made Stiles' chest ache. It was his father's face, his father's voice, but it wasn't his father's smile. He knew his father well enough, and this man wasn't his father. Whether Dean could hear him or not, he wasn't present at the moment. His father was gone, and it hurt Stiles.

"You're no better than us," Stiles sneered. The tears in his eyes dangerously close to falling.

Michael frowned slightly.

"You say human's are terrible and destructive, you're no different. You think this is what God would have wanted? You think he would praise you for what you've done?" Stiles was angry and when he got angry, he lashed out.

"My father abandoned us, if he didn't want this to happen, he should have stayed to prevent it," Michael snapped. Stiles had clearly struck a chord.

"Maybe he thought he could trust you to do the right thing," Stiles wiped furiously at a stray tear.

"Then he was wrong," Michael spoke between clenched teeth as he made he way around Stiles.

"You're no better than him. Turning on your own kind just to wipe out the humans cause you're angry," Stiles refused to let Michael win. He had to do something. And Stiles was the best at getting under someone's skin with the truth.

"Have a seat," Michael growled forcing Stiles to sit, "Enjoy the show. It's just about to start."

"You think you've already won, but we'll take you down just like the Michael before you," The tears were steady streams down his face now.

"You're so much like him," Michael laughed, "Perhaps you'll be just as easily broken."

Stiles heard the sounds of screams from the street below. He clenched his eyes shut. In times like this he would normally pray, but that wouldn't do any good, there wasn't anyone to help them, not this time.

(Request for -Winchessster, hope it's okay)