Winchester

Chapter 6

"Can you move at all?" Stiles groaned out. It had been so long since they'd fallen into the pool and Stiles was having a hard time keeping the two up.
"Do you think we'd be in this pool if I could move?" Derek snapped, spitting water out of his mouth. Stiles was exhausted, he didn't know how much longer he could hold them both up.
Stiles looked around the pool, looking up into the rafters before turning to Derek.
"I think he's gone," he said, hopeful. He slowly made his way to the edge of the pool, reaching up to grab onto the starting block.
He had just grabbed a hold of it when the Kanima jumped down from out of nowhere, swiping at Stiles' hand with his talons.
Stiles yelped, letting go and dropping under the water. He momentarily let go of Derek, but quickly got ahold of him, swimming the two back to the surface.
"He's not gone," Stiles gasped out, swimming back to the middle of the pool.
"Really? I didn't notice!" Derek growled.
"Hey, don't get sarcastic with me," Stiles frowned. "I'm the one keeping you from drowning."
"Yeah. And when the paralysis wears off, who is gonna be able to fight that thing, you or me?" Derek asked, glaring at Stiles. "You need me to survive, which is why you're not letting me drown."
"You seriously don't trust me?" Stiles asked incredulously, struggling to keep the two afloat. Stiles had to be honest, that hurt a bit. After all the shit they went through in the past few months, and Derek still didn't trust Stiles?
Derek said nothing. Stiles set his jaw, getting a better hold of Derek and beginning to swim back to the starting blocks.
"What are you doing?" Derek asked, sounding a little alarmed.
"I can't hold us up much longer," Stiles snapped. "I need something to hold onto."
He grabbed onto the starting block, giving his legs a much needed break. He looked around, making sure the Kanima didn't try to cut him again. All he needed now was to get paralyzed while trying to keep Derek from drowning.
Stiles was really starting to hate Scott. It had been at least 2 hours since he called Scott, and the werewolf was still nowhere to be seen. If he was with Allison, Stiles was gonna neuter him.
They stayed like that for another 20 minutes before Derek began moving. It was slow, but the venom was wearing off.
"Wrap your arms around my shoulders," Stiles demanded. Derek's movements were slow and looked a little painful, but he managed to get one arm over Stiles' shoulder.
Now the two were chest to chest. Stiles kept his arm around Derek in case he wasn't strong enough to hold on.
Derek didn't say anything when Stiles' chin dropped onto his shoulder out of exhaustion. The cool water made him shiver, and he was sure his lips were turning blue.
"Its coming back," Derek warned. Stiles looked up, seeing the Kanima walking towards them on all fours.
"I can't swim anymore," Stiles said, beginning to panic. He looked at his hand holding the starting block, then at the Kanima.
Just as the Kanima was getting close enough to swipe at Stiles' hand the door to the locker room slammed open.
The Kanima spun around, letting out a loud screech.
"Oh, God," Stiles gasped, seeing the hunters walking in. The kanima charged at them.
"Get me out of the pool," Derek demanded, grabbing the edge of the pool. Stiles nodded, keeping an eye on the two hunters fighting the Kanima.
"You gotta leave, Derek," Stiles said, pushing at Derek. He got his top half onto the ground. "Those are hunters."
Derek said nothing, instead rolling onto his back and letting out a breath. Stiles pulled himself up, dropping onto the ground beside Derek.
"We gotta go," he gasped out. His arms and legs were exhausted, he could barely hold himself up.
Derek pulled himself up onto the starting block, his body still feeling the paralyzing effects of the Kanima venom.
The hunters were keeping the Kanima pretty occupied, but Stiles knew they still had to get out of there.
"Dean," Sam called a warning. Stiles' head shot up, eyes wide to see the Kanima jumping at Dean. The shorter hunter dropped, the Kanima flew over his head, dropping onto the ground and sliding a bit.
"Oh, shit," Stiles swore when the Kanima locked eyes on Stiles and Derek. It started running towards them. "Shit, shit, shit, Derek! We gotta go, get up, get up!"
Stiles got to his feet, grabbing Derek under the arms and hauling him to his feet. He wouldnt have been able to lift him on his own, but Derek was getting feeling back in his limbs and helped get himself up.
That wasn't enough. The two tumbled to the ground, but Sam was already running after the Kanima, knife in hand. Stiles eyes widened and he reached for Derek again, ready to pick him back up when the Kanima swiped at Derek's leg, slicing through his wet jeans and skin. Derek let out a growling yell, head falling back in pain. Stiles grabbed at Derek's shirt and yanked. Sam got to them just as the Kanima swung at Stiles, missing the kid by an inch.
Sam sank the blade deep into Jackson's back, right between the shoulder blades. Dean came next, using a second knife and burying it into Jackson's neck. The Kanima howled in pain, dropping to the ground. Stiles thought he was gonna be sick. He dropped to his back, gasping for air.
"Come on, kid, let's go," Sam said, standing over Stiles. He grabbed Stiles by the shirt, hauling him to his feet.
Derek let out a pained growl. Stiles turned to see Dean had grabbed a bit of rope from his pocket and had wrapped it around Derek's wrists. It burned the skin and Stiles' eyes widened.
"That's wolfsbane," he realized, watching Dean pull Derek to his feet. Sam still held onto Stiles, keeping him from leaving. "That's poisonous!"
"Let's go," Dean said instead. Stiles pushed for Derek, but Sam held him tightly, nearly dragging Stiles out of the pool room.
He looked back, the Kanima skin had disappeared. Jackson laid there motionless, blood pooling around him and dripping into the water.
Stiles gagged. Sam fought him to stay standing when Stiles' knees gave out, but let him fall when he realized how sick he was.
"I'll meet you at the car," Dean said, moving past. Derek was grunting in pain, his legs still not really working. Dean was almost holding him up. Derek was defenceless.
Stiles threw up, body shivering. Tears burned his eyes. He didnt know if he was shivering from the cold or out of shock. His stomach churned and he threw up again.
Sam wrapped an arm around his chest, picking him up again. Stiles wiped his mouth on his wet sleeve, his feet moving like lead.
"You killed him," Stiles gasped out. He wasn't supporting his own weight, and would've fallen to the ground again if Sam hadn't kept an arm around his torso. "You killed Jackson."