Stiles? [Sam's shout is just this side of frantic. He'd been separated from the pack and as much as he loved him, the teen still wasn't the most graceful individual ever. Stiles didn't remember him, only vague recollections and feelings, but what they'd been to each other was gone. Snuffed out by a sharp blow to his temple.
[So Sam tried to cope. His anchor was a friend, now. An anchor who called him the "sad wolf" as much as he called Derek the "sour wolf" of the pack. Stiles was trying, he really was, and Sam at least offered a token smile for it.
[But his heart rate is hammering as he nears the ravine. Nononono. He stops short, stumbling down the hill, making a hard, choked sound at the long, elegant limbs mangled and broken. His voice is a whisper.]
Sam... [Stiles groans, twitching painfully. He's not sure where all of his limbs are, exactly, but some of them are definitely in the wrong place and all of them hurt.]
[He slip-skids down the hill, catching himself on a sapling before he nearly tumbles right on top of him. Sam drops to his knees, eyes flicking over his wounds. Arm break, leg break, an ankle twisted at an unnatural angle. And.. a large branch buried high in his chest.
[Sam makes a choked sound, almost a sob as he strokes his face, reaching for his hand. No. No. He can't. He can't lose him a second time like this.] Hey. I'm here. Just.. relax. I'm gonna get some help okay? We're gonna get you over to Doc Deacon and you're going to be fine.
Your head? [Sam reaches, fingers gently probing along his scalp for any sign of injury. He won't hope. Can't dare to hope that the flood of emotion behind his eyes is recognition.] Shh. You're going to be okay.
[Then he catches his hand and Sam has to bite his lip, tears in his eyes. He only gets him back as he's dying. Tears slip down his cheeks and he strokes his face with a shaking hand.] Hey.
Hi... [Stiles blinks up at Sam, overwhelming crush of feelings hitting him. He remembers. They wasted so much time, and he knew, with this injury...they weren't going to get the chance to make it up.] I missed you...
I 'member... [Stiles inhales sharply, pain lancing through his chest.] L-love you...
Sam.. wtf are you thinking?wolfy_samOctober 4 2012, 12:13:04 UTC
[The sound Sam makes is utterly broken as he leans in to kiss him. He strokes his face, unable to bring himself to break the kiss for a long moment. He’d long since resigned himself to the idea that Stiles would never remember that they’d been in love, that Sam loved him more than anything in the world. Tears mingle with blood on their faces and he gingerly gathers the teen’s broken body in his arms.] I love you too.
[He tries to speak again, but it’s nearly impossible around the lump in his throat. A low, desperate sob breaks free and he kisses his forehead. He’s never felt so helpless or alone in his life.] Your timing really stinks, you know that?
[Crossroads. There’s a crossroads just outside of Beacon Hills.]
I know... [Stiles lets out a shaky laugh, which keens off into a sound of pain, ragged cough dragging through his chest. He can taste blood, which never bodes well.] M'sorry... [Sam kisses him, and Stiles' hand tightens weakly. Finally. Finally.]
Sam...hurts... [Stiles mumbles, pain wracking through his body as Sam draws him into even the lightest embrace. He doesn't shrink away, though - if he's going to be in pain, he might as well be wrapped up in the man he loves instead of cold and alone.] Everything...hurts...
[Stiles has read about demons. He can't let Sam do that for him; he'd never forgive himself. Sam won't be able to make a deal anyway - he's a werewolf. Demons tended to stick to humans since most supernatural creatures souls were damned.]
Shh...don't cry...it's okay... [Stiles' thumb twitches against Sam's hand, trying to comfort him.] ...'tis only a flesh wound...
[He hisses an apology at his sounds of pain. But he has to hold him, has to gather him close, surround himself in his scent. Stiles remembers and he’s going to lose him.] I know. I’m sorry I’m sorry. [He has to hold him. He’s missed having him in his arms. Sam can’t stop crying as he gingerly wraps him close.] Oh god I’ve missed you. Please.. please hang on. Don’t go. Don’t leave me.
[He’ll make a deal. He’ll find some way. Demons might not want a monster, but they might want to get their hands on a Winchester. Whatever it takes to get Stiles back. He’s so tired of losing people he loves. Family, loved ones, they’re all dead and he’s so sick of being left behind.
[Another broken sob.] I don’t want to be alone again. Please Stiles. I need you. [Tears falling on his face and neck. Agonized sounds tearing from his chest.] I love you. I love you.
[Sam's tears are hot and wet on his cheeks, mingling with the blood. Stiles is cold, so very cold, as the warmth of his blood slowly seeps out of his body, taking his life with it as well.] Shh, shh...m'not leaving...
[Except that he is and they both know it. Stiles' eyes slip closed, even though he knows they shouldn't - they might not open again.]
You're not alone, Sam...m'always...here... [Stiles slowly lifts his quivering hand to Sam's chest, above his heart. It may have seemed a little cheesy, but it was what Stiles' mother had said to him, on her deathbed.] Don't...forget me...I love you...
[Sam is sobbing now, great heaving sobs that shake his entire frame as he cups Stiles’ hand, cradling it over his heart. But he is going to be alone. Again. Stiles remembers him only long enough to die in his harms.] I won’t. Never forget. [He can barely speak through his tears, brushing his cheek against Stiles’s as he cradles his broken body near.]
I love you. I love you. [He bites back his pleas, his instinct to beg Stiles to stay with him, to not go away. No. He wants the last thing he hears to be how much Sam loves him. Not that the loss is going to destroy him. Not that he’ll keen and howl and sob over his body until someone hauls him away.]
INCOHERENT NOISESalotofadderallOctober 4 2012, 22:09:32 UTC
Sam... [Stiles can feel it slowly sinking into his bones, the feeling that can only be described as Death. Sam's cheek is rubbing against his, and Stiles wants to protest, tell him he's getting blood everywhere - but then he doesn't wanting to feel Sam close to him, like they haven't been for a long time, and now, never again.] ...I'm scared...
Do you - ah - [His breath hitches, a wheeze of pain, and he coughs violently, spluttering blood. His lips are dark red now, chest heaving as it struggled to keep moving.] Do you think I'll...see my mom...
[Sam makes a choked sound that is very nearly a cry of agony. Heaven. Stiles is going to Heaven to his mother. He's a werewolf and bound for Purgatory. His eyes close and he kisses his forehead as he cries out and coughs.]
Don't be afraid. I've been there. It's nice, you'll see her there.
[Oh god. He can't do this. He's never going to see him again. He's going to lose Stiles ask over again. Sam buries his face in his neck, sobbing. He's going to be alone again. Lost.] I love you. I love you.
..ohgod please don't leave me.[It's a ragged, tearful plea.]
Shh... [Stiles chokes on his own blood, briefly, gasping for air. His hand twitches in Sam's, trying to lift and comfort him, but he's too weak to manage even that.]
I-I...m'sorry... [Stiles breathes, wheezing slightly. The branch is pulling painfully with each breath, feeling like it was ripping him a little wider every passing second...which it was, not that Stiles could see the wound from his position.] I love you...
[Stiles really can't hold on much longer. His vision is starting to go dark, no matter how much he tries to fight it, and he's starting to not want to fight it - black, cool nothingness or red, agonizing reality. But Sam was what made him hold on, clinging to the pain.] S-Sa-Sam...
.. we're so mean. Horrible. Terrible. Mean.wolfy_samOctober 5 2012, 02:08:58 UTC
[Sam strokes his hair, knowing full well that losing Stiles is going to be the final thing that breaks him. Not Hell, not Lucifer, but this loss. It's going to destroy him if it doesn't wind up claiming his life. He kisses his lips, heedless of the blood there, or that his skin is getting cool to the touch.] Shh. It's okay. You.. [his voice hitches in a pained sob.]
You just rest, okay? [He buries his face in his hair and just cries.] You just rest.
I'm crying again jfc <3 I believe sadistic and evil should be added to that list xDalotofadderallOctober 5 2012, 02:16:02 UTC
No...I-I don't w-want to...go... [Stiles protests, grip slackening. He can't stop it as his eyes slip closed again, breathing slowing, turning shallow.]
I love y-you... [And those are the last words Stiles gets to say, two more breaths before his lungs finally give with a slight gurgle, blood filling them. He's got two final, precious seconds, and then he's gone. Lifeless and cold, blood already beginning to congeal.
Distantly, a wolf howls. The pack is looking for them.]
[So Sam tried to cope. His anchor was a friend, now. An anchor who called him the "sad wolf" as much as he called Derek the "sour wolf" of the pack. Stiles was trying, he really was, and Sam at least offered a token smile for it.
[But his heart rate is hammering as he nears the ravine. Nononono. He stops short, stumbling down the hill, making a hard, choked sound at the long, elegant limbs mangled and broken. His voice is a whisper.]
Stiles?
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[Sam makes a choked sound, almost a sob as he strokes his face, reaching for his hand. No. No. He can't. He can't lose him a second time like this.] Hey. I'm here. Just.. relax. I'm gonna get some help okay? We're gonna get you over to Doc Deacon and you're going to be fine.
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[He remembers. He remembers everything, and Stiles squeezes Sam's hand weakly, lips parted in a dazed expression.]
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[Then he catches his hand and Sam has to bite his lip, tears in his eyes. He only gets him back as he's dying. Tears slip down his cheeks and he strokes his face with a shaking hand.] Hey.
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I 'member... [Stiles inhales sharply, pain lancing through his chest.] L-love you...
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[He tries to speak again, but it’s nearly impossible around the lump in his throat. A low, desperate sob breaks free and he kisses his forehead. He’s never felt so helpless or alone in his life.] Your timing really stinks, you know that?
[Crossroads. There’s a crossroads just outside of Beacon Hills.]
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Sam...hurts... [Stiles mumbles, pain wracking through his body as Sam draws him into even the lightest embrace. He doesn't shrink away, though - if he's going to be in pain, he might as well be wrapped up in the man he loves instead of cold and alone.] Everything...hurts...
[Stiles has read about demons. He can't let Sam do that for him; he'd never forgive himself. Sam won't be able to make a deal anyway - he's a werewolf. Demons tended to stick to humans since most supernatural creatures souls were damned.]
Shh...don't cry...it's okay... [Stiles' thumb twitches against Sam's hand, trying to comfort him.] ...'tis only a flesh wound...
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[He’ll make a deal. He’ll find some way. Demons might not want a monster, but they might want to get their hands on a Winchester. Whatever it takes to get Stiles back. He’s so tired of losing people he loves. Family, loved ones, they’re all dead and he’s so sick of being left behind.
[Another broken sob.] I don’t want to be alone again. Please Stiles. I need you. [Tears falling on his face and neck. Agonized sounds tearing from his chest.] I love you. I love you.
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[Except that he is and they both know it. Stiles' eyes slip closed, even though he knows they shouldn't - they might not open again.]
You're not alone, Sam...m'always...here... [Stiles slowly lifts his quivering hand to Sam's chest, above his heart. It may have seemed a little cheesy, but it was what Stiles' mother had said to him, on her deathbed.] Don't...forget me...I love you...
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I love you. I love you. [He bites back his pleas, his instinct to beg Stiles to stay with him, to not go away. No. He wants the last thing he hears to be how much Sam loves him. Not that the loss is going to destroy him. Not that he’ll keen and howl and sob over his body until someone hauls him away.]
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Do you - ah - [His breath hitches, a wheeze of pain, and he coughs violently, spluttering blood. His lips are dark red now, chest heaving as it struggled to keep moving.] Do you think I'll...see my mom...
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Don't be afraid. I've been there. It's nice, you'll see her there.
[Oh god. He can't do this. He's never going to see him again. He's going to lose Stiles ask over again. Sam buries his face in his neck, sobbing. He's going to be alone again. Lost.] I love you. I love you.
..ohgod please don't leave me.[It's a ragged, tearful plea.]
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I-I...m'sorry... [Stiles breathes, wheezing slightly. The branch is pulling painfully with each breath, feeling like it was ripping him a little wider every passing second...which it was, not that Stiles could see the wound from his position.] I love you...
[Stiles really can't hold on much longer. His vision is starting to go dark, no matter how much he tries to fight it, and he's starting to not want to fight it - black, cool nothingness or red, agonizing reality. But Sam was what made him hold on, clinging to the pain.] S-Sa-Sam...
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You just rest, okay? [He buries his face in his hair and just cries.] You just rest.
I love you. I love you so much.
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I love y-you... [And those are the last words Stiles gets to say, two more breaths before his lungs finally give with a slight gurgle, blood filling them. He's got two final, precious seconds, and then he's gone. Lifeless and cold, blood already beginning to congeal.
Distantly, a wolf howls. The pack is looking for them.]
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