Spn and TW Oneshots Book 2(CLOSED)

Trials Part 1(Diles)

Dean stood with his hand clenched in fists at his side. Stiles was laying on the ground covered in the blood of one of Crowley’s hellhounds.

The young hunter let out a huff of relief as Sam helped push the invisible dog off of him.

Stiles had been hunting with Sam and Dean for a little over a year by this point. They’d met him while on a hunt in Beacon Hills. He’d helped them take care of a Kanima case.

Dean had been hesitant allowing the hunter to tag along, but he was alone. His mother had died when he was a kid and his father had been killed by a demon a few months prior to his twenty first birthday.

Sam had offered to help teach him a few things

Stiles and Sam had gotten close. They were the same age and had similar interests. Stiles showed Sam how to make FBI badges that looked unmistakable and how to hack the security camera’s without being traced.

Sam showed Stiles how to make witch killing bullets and how to draw a devil’s trap.

Dean had quickly warmed up to Stiles however, finding him to have a similar sense of humor to him and an equally sarcastic wit. In fact he’d grown to care for Stiles so much so that when they had discovered a series of trials that could close the gates of hell forever Dean had insisted he be the one to carry them out. He refused to lose Sam and now he couldn’t imagine what it would be like to lose Stiles.

However, things had not gone according to plan and Stiles had been the one to complete the first trial. Bathe in the blood of a hellhound.

“Dean?” Sam’s voice pulled Dean from his thoughts.

“Huh?” The older Winchester turned to his brother.

“What were you thinking about?” Sam asked with a slight frown.

“Just thinking about how I should have been the one to kill the hellhound,” Dean huffed.

They had just gotten back from completing the second trial, rescue an innocent soul from hell. Stiles had to be the one to do it and had saved Bobby’s soul. He was now showering as he was covered in purgatory monster guts.

“Dean, he can handle it. He’s gotten to be a great hunter,” Sam assured Dean.

“No, I know. I don’t have any doubts that he’s gonna complete them, it’s just…” Dean trailed off unable to explain what he was feeling.

“We don’t what’s gonna happen,” Sam nodded in understanding.

It was true. They had no idea if Stiles would live through the trials. Their wasn’t exactly a clear handbook on the task.

“It’s not fair, he shouldn’t have to be the one to risk everything,” Dean shook his head.

“It’s too late to turn back now and I don’t think Stiles would agree anyway. A demon killed his dad remember? He’s more than willing to do this,” Sam pointed out.

“It’s not a matter of being willing, Sam. This is too much to ask of anyone, especially him. He’s barely bee hunting for five years. I’ve been doing this my whole life and yet I’m letting Stiles do this in my place. It’s not right,” Dean snapped, though his anger wasn’t directed at Sam.

“You didn’t ask him to take your place, it just happened. The hellhound attacked him, he killed it.”

“I should have been there. We shouldn’t have split up,” Dean licked his lips, his head shaking slightly.

“Dean, you can’t blame yourself,” Sam gave his brother a sympathetic look. He could see the guilt in his eyes.

“I do, Sam. What if he doesn’t make it? I mean you heard Cas, he’s been damaged down to the subatomic level. In ways that Cas can’t even heal. Now I don’t know about you but that doesn’t give me hope for him surviving this,” Dean’s voice was raised and full of frustration and concern.

“We don’t know what that means. Maybe once the trials are done he can be healed,” Sam knew he was grasping at straws but his brother just wouldn’t be comforted.

“Dean,” Stiles’ voice spoke up from behind him then.

Dean turned to see Stiles standing in the doorway of the war room. He looked weak and tired.

“How you feeling?” Dean asked taking a few steps towards the hunter.
“I’m okay,” Stiles nodded.

Dean’s expression gave away the fact that he wasn’t buying Stiles’ lie.

“I can’t stop now, Dean. I’m too close. And I’m okay with however this ends,” Stiles gave a tired smile.

“Maybe I’m not,” Dean snapped.

“It’s okay, Dean.” Stiles stepped forward only to find himself about to pass out.

“Stiles,” Dean reached out to catch the younger guy.

“I’m okay,” Stiles fought to keep his balance.

“Damn it, Stiles no you’re not,” Dean held Stiles against him. Dean didn’t want to admit it, but neither was he. Losing Stiles was going to devastate him because no matter how hard to tried to fight it and how much he wished he hadn’t, he’d fallen for the guy.

“I promise it’s gonna be okay,” Stiles smiled sadly up at Dean.

“You don’t know that,” Dean’s voice waivered with unwanted tears.

“Even if these trials kill me, it’ll be worth it.”

Dean furrowed his brow harshly to keep from crying. He hadn’t told anyone about his feelings for Stiles and he couldn’t do it now.

As much as he wanted to keep Stiles from completing the trials he knew he couldn’t be that selfish. It wasn’t fair.

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