Spn and TW Oneshots Book 2(CLOSED)

Bad time to be single part 2(Stam)

Sam checked his phone for the fifth time. Stiles had text him earlier that morning asking him to meet at a restaurant at two. It was quarter to three and Stiles hadn't shown up or called to explain his absence.

Sam had text Stiles and even called him once, just to make sure he was okay. Sam tried to hide the disappointment in his voice when he left Stiles a voicemail. He had never been stood up before and it kind of stung.

After another ten minutes went by, Sam decided to swing by the police station, maybe the sheriff would know where he was. He typed in the address in his gps and headed off. It wasn't normally something Sam would do but he had a bad feeling.

When he walked into the sheriff's station it was surprisingly silent.

"Can I help you?" The woman at the desk asked, looking up at Sam.

"Hey, I was wondering if the sheriff was in," Sam glanced around the small station. It was oddly barren. He would have expected to see more people considering there were several unexplained deaths.

"You haven't heard? The sheriff's son went missing running a lead for him a few hours ago," She explained.

"Stiles?" Sam asked suddenly concerned.

"Yeah, he went over to the edge of the reserve to look into a lead. He never checked in. You haven't heard from him, have you?" The officer asked. It was clear she was concerned.

"I haven't, that's why I was here actually," Sam frowned.

"If you hear anything, let us know," She held out a business card with the sheriff's name and number.

"I will," Sam agreed, taking the card.

Sam climbed into his car and called Dean.

"Heya, Sammy, what's up?" Dean answered.

"Dean, hey, so that case I mentioned...I'm stuck. My lead just went missing running a lead," Sam huffed.

"Oof, tough break. Okay well what do you know so far?" Dean asked.

"Several men have been found dead in their homes. Poisoned it looks like, but they aren't sure what the toxin is. There are no signs of break ins in any of the houses. But man, this place is crawling with supernatural. But most of them seem harmless. There are a few werewolves around town and a banshee, but there's this one guy. I thought he was a shifter, but he didn't react to silver. I don't know what else he could be," Sam rattled the information he had.

"So what made you think he was a shifter?"

"His eyes reflected like one."

"Hmm, hard to tell. Know anything else?"

"He gave me his number, but he was also hitting on my lead," Sam didn't know if that mattered but it might be worth mentioning.

"The lead that went missing?" Dean clarified.

"Yeah."

"I'll ask around, see what I can find out about men dying by toxicity, you try and track down this not shifter, but be careful."

"Thanks, Dean," Sam sighed out in relief.

-

It took Sam thirty minutes to find out everything he could on Dalton. Apparently, he'd moved into town a few weeks back and had been staying in a large apartment building on the edge of the reserve. That had to have been where Stiles had gone.

Sam was now parked in front of the large building with the apartment number in hand. He didn't want to walk in there without knowing what he was up against but if Stiles was in trouble, he had to help him.

Just then Sam's phone rang.

"Dean, got anything?" Sam asked, his tone anxious.

"So I talked to Garth and he said it sounds like a lilin."

"Okay, what is a lilin?" Sam had never heard of one.

"It's a night spirit that attack men. She's basically a female demon. They lure the men in and then seduce them. During intercourse she'll inject them with a venom that paralyzes them before she then injects them with a toxin that slowly shuts down all their organs." Dean spoke like he was reading from something.

"Wait, it's a she?" Sam frowned. Dalton wasn't female.

"There are male versions called a lilu, but you said the victims were male. Lilu's prey on women," Dean pointed out.

Sam pondered for a moment before it clicked. "The bartender, he's just a gay lilu."

"That makes sense," Dean agreed.

"Okay, so how do I kill it?" Sam eyed the building for any activity that seemed odd, but there was none.

"Garth says you have to cut off it's head."

"Of course, I do," Sam huffed. He did not miss hunting in the slightest.

"Hey, Sammy," Dean's tone sounded serious then, "Don't get dead."

"This isn't my first hunt, Dean. I'll call you when it's over," with that Sam hung up. He climbed out of the car and opened the trunk. Dean had set up a tiny weaponry under the mat in the trunk of Sam's car a few years back. It only consisted of a machete, a silver blade, holy water, salt, some silver bullets, Sam's old hand gun, and a few witch killing bullets. Sam had been pissed thinking Dean was trying to get him back into hunting, but Dean had only been worried for his little brother. He wanted Sam to be prepared for an encounter. Sam had agreed to keep it. He had even used the silver blade and the salt once. Though it had been years.

He was thankful now for the machete. He didn't typically seek out a monster, but this one was killing people and Stiles was on this monster's radar, he couldn't sit back and do nothing.

Sam scanned the area of the building with his machete in hand when his phone pinged. He pulled it out too see a text from Stiles. It read, "Got caught up, meet me at my place in ten."

Sam frowned down at the text. He didn't know why Stiles would send this, especially if he was missing. Unless it wasn't Stiles who sent the text. He'd never called Dalton, maybe this was the lilu's way of drawing Sam in next.

The idea that something had likely already happened to Stiles made Sam cringe, but this might be his only chance at stopping this monster.

(Request for DemonAnimeBlade, hope it's okay)