You're Gonna Lose Your Soul

[alotofadderall]

"Sam, please, help me I don't - somebody grabbed me - it's dark and I don't know where - Sam - call Derek - fuck - hey! Get off!"

The message ends abruptly in what sounds like the rustle of clothes and a scuffle.

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[wolfy_sam]

His first instinct is to run. Grab the keys and haul ass and find Stiles.

But he had to find him first, and he couldn't rely on scent or sound. Beacon Hills was big enough it would be nearly impossible to pinpoint his location. So plugging his phone in, he blesses Stiles for leaving the GPS on his phone active. The woods. Ok. He has a good place to start.

Now he can get the keys and haul ass.

Gun in the shoulder rig he normally wore, silver knife at his back and flask of holy water in his pocket, Sam approaches the run down cabin. He can smell Stiles. He can also smell sulfur.

Fuck.

"Stiles?"

[alotofadderall]

Stiles is lying on the floor of the cabin, unconscious. There doesn't seem to be anyone else around, and he's got a few streaks of dirt on his skin and clothes, from where he'd obviously been struggling against someone.

At his name he stirs, groaning softly. "...Fuck...Sam...?"

[wolfy_sam]

Sam drops to one knee beside Stiles, laying a reassuring hand on his shoulder as he starts looking around the cabin. Too easy. "Hey. I'm here. You okay?" He can haul him up with one arm, keeping the other hand free to go for a weapon if needed.

Only when Stiles is standing does Sam look him over closely, his eyes relieved. "Hey, what happened? Who grabbed you?"

[alotofadderall]

"What - yeah I'm fine." Stiles blinks, rubbing the back of his hand over his eyes as Sam helps him up. "I don't know..."

Stiles' grip on Sam's arm tightens and he flattens into the man. "They just grabbed me, Sam...threw me into their trunk, I think." He's shaking a little, and Stiles curls in towards Sam's chest, looking around the room distrustfully. "Where are we?"