Spn and TW Oneshots Book 2(CLOSED)

Trials part 2(Diles)

Over the next few weeks Dean watched painfully as Stiles grew weaker and more sick.

Kevin had deciphered the third and final trial and they had been researching how to complete it. They had to cure a demon.

The three spent hours reading over lore and searching through archives in the men of letters bunker.

They finally found a way to cure a demon and now had Crowley in the trunk of their car and was heading towards an old abandoned church to perform the ritual.

“Stiles, are you sure about this?” Dean asked for what was probably the hundredth time that day.

“Yes, this ends today,” Stiles nodded with a weak smile. He was in the front seat next to Dean.

Dean only nodded. He was frowning as he drove down the quiet road.

“Dean,” Stiles reached over touching the older hunter’s shoulder.

Dean tensed under Stiles’ touch.

“Try not to worry. The trials are purifying me, remember? That doesn’t mean it’s gonna kill me.”

“You’re strong, you’ll make it,” Dean nodded, though it was clear he didn’t believe it.

Dean pulled up to the church.
Sam got Crowley out and started for the church.

At that moment Cas appeared.

“Dean,” The angel spoke in a concerned tone.

“Yeah, Cas?” Dean turned to the angel.

“I need your help.”

“Yeah well, take a number,” Dean scoffs.

“I can close the gates of heaven, Dean. I need help with the trials,” Cas insisted.

“What?” Dean frowned at the angel.

“Metatron said he knew the way to close the gates but Naomi took him. I need your help.”

Dean ran a hand through his hair, glancing over his shoulder at the church and then to Stiles.

“Go, Dean. I’ll be fine. Sam’s here with me,” Stiles nodded.

“If I’m not back, finish the trials, no matter what, alright?” Dean placed a hand on the side of Stiles’ face.

“Course,” Stiles nodded.

Dean pulled Stiles into a tight hug.

“I’ll be back Sammy, you look out for him,” Dean turned to his brother then.

Sam only nodded.

Once Sam was gone Stiles’ shoulders slumped.

“Hey, he’ll be back,” Stiles placed a comforting hand on Stiles’ back.

“I just hope it’s in time for me to say goodbye,” Stiles responded sadly.

“Hey, don’t talk like this is the end,” Sam shook his head.

“It is, Sam. I know it is. There’s no way it’s not,” Stiles gave a small smile.

“Were you gonna tell him?” Sam asked as he followed Stiles inside the church.

“No,” Stiles answered honestly, “I was going to ask that you tell him after.”

Sam frowned in disapproval, “I wish you wouldn’t talk like that.”

“You have to be willing to let me go, Sam,” Stiles looked over at the taller man.

“Is that what I’m gonna tell Dean, to let you go?” Sam scoffed. He was frustrated that Stiles was accepting his demise so easily.

“Tell Dean I’d want him to be happy. Tell him, I loved him more than anything,” Stiles eyes welled with tears.

“Tell him yourself,” Sam pleaded.

“Sam,” Stiles sighed.

“You have to fight to live through this, Stiles. For me, for Dean, for Cas, for Kevin. Please, promise me you’ll fight,” Sam begged.

“I’m tired, Sam,” Stiles sighed.
Sam’s jaw clenched.

“Let’s get this started,” Stiles walked towards the back of the church then to start his confession. He had to have his blood purified for this to work.

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Dean answered his phone, “Kevin, tell me you’ve got something.”

“I have managed to decipher some of the tablet, but I’m not seeing anything about a cupid’s bow or a Nephilim,” Keven spoke into the receiver.

“Come on, man we’re in the home run stretch here,” Dean huffed.

Cas had acquired two of the three ingredients, but Cas didn’t get a chance to find out the third one before Naomi took Metatron.

“I think Metatron was wrong,” Kevin continued.

At that moment Naomi appeared, “Castiel, Dean we must speak.”

“Kev, let me call you back, keep looking,” Dean hung up then turning to the angel he hated most.

“What do you want?” Dean snapped.

“Metatron was wrong about the trials, and he was wrong about Stiles living through his trials,” Naomi spoke quickly and worriedly.

“What?” Dean’s stomach dropped.

“Stiles will die, and these ingredients he has you hunting are not going to close the gates of heaven.”

“Why should we believe anything you tell us,” Cas growled.

“Because I’m right,” Naomi responded.

“Cas, I have to get to Stiles,” Dean’s tone was full of worry.

“Castiel, come with me, I will show you that he is lying,” Naomi begged.

Cas pressed two fingers to Dean’s head and he found himself back in front of the church with only a few minutes to spare.

“Stiles,” Dean ran into the church to see Stiles was about to finish the final step of the cure.

“Dean?” Stiles paused. He looked pale and weaker than before.

“Stiles, this will kill you,” Dean reached the hunter gripping him by the shoulders.

“It’s okay, Dean,” Stiles gave a forced smile.

“What are you talking about, Dean?” Sam asked then.

“Naomi said Metatron lied. The final trial requires the ultimate sacrifice. Stiles will die,” Dean turned to Stiles.

“I can’t…I can’t stop now,” Stiles shook his head.

“Stiles, I can’t lose you,” Dean placed his hands on either side of Stiles’ face now forcing the hunter to look at him.

“I can end this, you have to let me,” Stiles looked into Dean’s eyes hoping to find the strength in them to keep going. It was easier when Dean wasn’t there.

“I…” Dean hesitated, “I can’t…I tried to make peace with it, but now that I know for sure…I can’t do it,” Dean shook his head.

“Why?” Stiles needed Dean to let him go, saying no to Dean wasn’t his strong point.

“Because…I need you,” Dean couldn’t say the words he wanted to say, it was too hard.

“One of us has to be strong Dean, I don’t know that I have that kind of strength left,” Stiles’ tone was quiet and broken.

“I’m not strong enough to let you go, Stiles. I love you,” Dean finally admitted.

“What?” Stiles gaped at the man in front of him.

“I tried not to, but I do, I love you. I’m in love with you,” Dean wiped at a stray tear that fell from Stiles’ tired eyes.

Stiles leaned forward, his lips connecting to Dean’s.

He pulled away too quickly.

“I don’t know how to stop,” Stiles shook his head.

“Just let it go,” Sam spoke up then.

“It’s in me, you don’t know what this feels like,” Stiles slumped into Dean.

“Hey, listen to me, we will figure this out, just let it go,” Dean pressed his lips to the top of Stiles’ head.

“I love you too,” Stiles whispered just barely loud enough for Dean to hear.

“You’ll be alright, Stiles. I promise. I love you and I’m right here,” Dean rubbed his hand along Stiles’ arm as Sam wrapped up his cut hand.

“Come on, let’s get you out of here,” Dean urged Stiles to stand on his own.

At that moment the glowing that had been coursing through Stiles’ veins disappeared.

“See, look there you go,” Dean let out a sigh of relief. “Let’s get you home.”

Stiles let Dean help lead him out of the church.

He hated letting the trials go unfinished but he had something he never thought he’d have. Dean. Dean loved him and that was worth fighting every demon in hell for.

(Request for DemonAnimeBlade, sorry it's not longer)