Um, I promise Sam isn't a terrible person. 1.willneversayyesSeptember 9 2012, 10:34:03 UTC
[Sam was getting tired of Stiles sneaking into dangerous situations after promising to stay out of harm's way. It had happened one too many times for his liking, and this time, the teen wasn't going anywhere. He wasn't going to risk anything happening to him. Not when he couldn't guarantee he'd be able to protect him.
So when Stiles wakes up, he'll find himself handcuffed to his headboard. Sam is still there, of course. He doesn't want the teen to think he's in any kind of danger, but his facial expression is carefully neutral. Stiles doesn't need to know that the hunter is nervous about what he and his brother are about to do. He wanted the teen as calm as possible.]
Aww, poor guy's just worried (:alotofadderallSeptember 9 2012, 13:50:07 UTC
[Stiles hadn't had the best of Friday nights. Derek had some crazy idea on how to catch the latest Beacon Hills monster, and while it sucked that Sam had made him make a promise he couldn't keep, there was no way Stiles was backing out on the pack. He'd told Sam once that if it came down to it, between Sam and his friends, he wouldn't abandon them.
So he'd broken his promise and stayed up until three in the morning, running through the woods and failing in an attempt to stop the creature. Even though Sam and Dean helped them, there were some things Derek insisted were pack problems.
And now, with a groggy groan, Stiles slowly opened his eyes and blinked the world into focus. He jerked his arms, trying to rub at his eyes, but they wouldn't move. Confused, Stiles tried to figure out where he was - his room, apparently - and discovered that he was handcuffed, chain threaded through the bars of his headboard.]
He wants his Stiles safe <3willneversayyesSeptember 9 2012, 14:05:29 UTC
I'm sorry, Stiles.
But I can't trust you to stay behind.
[Sam had made sure the cuffs weren't tight enough to hurt the teen, but he wasn't slipping out of them anytime soon. He'd already told Derek and the others not to expect Stiles at the fight tonight, so the wouldn't come looking for him.]
What the hell are you doing?! [Stiles tugged uselessly at the handcuffs, gaping at his boyfriend. If he'd ever imagined being handcuffed by Sam, this really wasn't what he'd pictured.] Let me go, Sam.
What? Are you serious? [The look on Sam's face was dead serious, but a guy could dream.] Ha ha, very funny. Where's Scott hiding? He's in my closet, isn't he, always goes for the closet.
What?! No! [Stiles kicked his feet, trying to slip his hands out of the cuffs. He only succeeded in making them bite into his wrists; which was his own fault, from twisting.] Sam, what the hell! This is bullshit!
That's not your decision! I'm a part of the pack, [Derek had formally confirmed it about a week and a half ago, which was kind of awesome.] And I'm not leaving them, or you!
I've been through worse! I lit Peter on fire. Matt held us hostage in the police station. This is nothing, Sam.
[Stiles was starting to get really pissed; he was expected to handle situations like that and then not trusted with anything else? Just because he was human didn't mean he was useless; especially with that mountain ash.
He was totally kicking Scott's ass for letting this happen.] Let. Me. Go.
God dammit. [That wasn't fair. Saying something like that right now, for the first time. So not fair.] I'm not a freaking china doll you need to stick on a shelf, Sam!
So what, I'm just supposed to sit here and wait for my pack and my boyfriend to come home, waiting to see if you're not dead? [Stiles' eyes were pleading with Sam, despite his harsh words. Sam knew how bad Stiles' imagination could get when he was nervous and leaving him here would only kickstart it.]
...I love you too, Sam. [Stiles sighed, wishing this had happened differently so he could actually enjoy Sam's words.]
[Sam sat beside Stiles on the bed, hand on his cheek to force the teen to meet his gaze.]
I can't trust Derek or Scott to look after you, Stiles.
And I know you're not helpless. I know that you would probably be able to help us. But I wouldn't be able to guarantee your safety, and it's not a risk I'm willing to take.
I don't need anybody to look after me. [Stiles' jaw clenched as Sam cupped his cheek.] I look after them most of the time.
And I don't get a say in this, I just get sidelined?! Freaking always. Everyone just takes what they need from me and leaves me behind in the dust. [Stiles kicked again, violently trying to get out of the handcuffs.]
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So when Stiles wakes up, he'll find himself handcuffed to his headboard. Sam is still there, of course. He doesn't want the teen to think he's in any kind of danger, but his facial expression is carefully neutral. Stiles doesn't need to know that the hunter is nervous about what he and his brother are about to do. He wanted the teen as calm as possible.]
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So he'd broken his promise and stayed up until three in the morning, running through the woods and failing in an attempt to stop the creature. Even though Sam and Dean helped them, there were some things Derek insisted were pack problems.
And now, with a groggy groan, Stiles slowly opened his eyes and blinked the world into focus. He jerked his arms, trying to rub at his eyes, but they wouldn't move. Confused, Stiles tried to figure out where he was - his room, apparently - and discovered that he was handcuffed, chain threaded through the bars of his headboard.]
What the - Sam?
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But I can't trust you to stay behind.
[Sam had made sure the cuffs weren't tight enough to hurt the teen, but he wasn't slipping out of them anytime soon. He'd already told Derek and the others not to expect Stiles at the fight tonight, so the wouldn't come looking for him.]
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I might not be able to protect you this time, and I'm not going to risk you getting hurt. I won't do it.
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And you're staying here until we get back.
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That's not your decision! I'm a part of the pack, [Derek had formally confirmed it about a week and a half ago, which was kind of awesome.] And I'm not leaving them, or you!
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I've lost almost everyone I've ever cared about, Stiles. Don't ask me to lose you too.
[Sam felt tears in his eyes, but he couldn't help it. Losing Jessica had broken him, but losing Stiles would kill him. He knew it.]
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[Stiles was starting to get really pissed; he was expected to handle situations like that and then not trusted with anything else? Just because he was human didn't mean he was useless; especially with that mountain ash.
He was totally kicking Scott's ass for letting this happen.] Let. Me. Go.
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Don't you understand, Stiles? I love you. And I'd sooner die than let something happen to you.
[He'd imagined telling Stiles, of course, but never like that. Not in a situation where the teen likely hated him.]
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So what, I'm just supposed to sit here and wait for my pack and my boyfriend to come home, waiting to see if you're not dead? [Stiles' eyes were pleading with Sam, despite his harsh words. Sam knew how bad Stiles' imagination could get when he was nervous and leaving him here would only kickstart it.]
...I love you too, Sam. [Stiles sighed, wishing this had happened differently so he could actually enjoy Sam's words.]
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I can't trust Derek or Scott to look after you, Stiles.
And I know you're not helpless. I know that you would probably be able to help us. But I wouldn't be able to guarantee your safety, and it's not a risk I'm willing to take.
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And I don't get a say in this, I just get sidelined?! Freaking always. Everyone just takes what they need from me and leaves me behind in the dust. [Stiles kicked again, violently trying to get out of the handcuffs.]
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Fine.
[He undid the handcuffs.]
Get yourself killed. See if I care.
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