So, I was struck by more inspiration. This is the last chapter and you'll see why.
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P.S. Yeah, this might have been based on an episode of Supernatural... but I made a few altercations.
Derek never believed they existed. He had heard a few stories growing up, but he had always assumed it was just Laura trying to scare him, but now he knew she had been telling the truth. They were real, they were dangerous, and they had cornered his pack into an old bookstore.
Stiles was on the floor, his right side ripped open, blood pooling around him, Derek sitting next to him, covered in more blood; none of which was his. Around him, the rest of his pack (sans Boyd and Jackson; both having been torn apart mere hours beforehand) scrambled around, putting Stiles' final plan into action; they had faced facts a while ago. Stiles just wasn't getting out of this alive.
"Okay," Lydia said softly, her eyes still red from crying, pressing a piece of paper into Stiles' hand. "Just say these words and it'll trigger the mountain ash."
"I can…" Stiles coughed, bringing up some blood. He cleared his throat, weakly trying again, "I can… do that."
"I don't want to lose you," she whispered pressing a kiss to his forehead. "You're one of my best friends."
"You're… you're mine… too," he gasped, stroking her cheek. "Stay… alive." She sobbed, moving away from him, throwing her arms around Allison's neck, burying her head into the other girl's shoulder.
While Erica crouched down next to Stiles, whispering good-bye, Derek dragged himself to his feet, caught Scott's eyes, and nodded for him to follow him. Scott nodded back, digging his palms into his red eyes, and slowly followed Derek.
"What's up?" the younger guy asked, taking a deep, shuddering breath. Instead of answering, Derek grabbed his neck, pulled him forward, and rested his forehead against Scott's. At first, the younger guy was confused, but he must have caught on because he said, "No. No, you can't…"
"Yes, I can," Derek replied and released him. "You're in charge now."
"B-but Derek…"
"Someone has to let them in," he stated softly, glancing at the door. "Once you guys are out, before you seal the front doors from the outside, someone has to let them in."
"Derek…"
"What?" Erica and Isaac said together, looking towards their Alpha and Scott.
"He's going to sacrifice himself," Scott exclaimed before Derek could say anything.
"What?" Derek hadn't even been aware Stiles could make that much noise; at least not now. He was too weak, bleeding too much, yet his voice practically echoed around the store.
Derek was across the room in a second, crouching down next to Stiles. "Someone has to let them in," he stated softly, repeating exactly what he had said to Scott earlier.
"B-but not you," Stiles whispered slowly shaking his head.
Derek leaned down, resting his forehead against Stiles', and murmured, "I can't live without you."
"B-but…"
Derek turned to the others, fixing them with a hard glare, daring them to argue with him. He then said, "You don't have much time. Get out through the roof, and I'll let them in. You guys seal them inside with us and get as far away from here as possible. Do you understand me?"
"Derek…" Erica protested, her eyes shining with unshed tears.
"Don't make me order you," he snapped and his eyes flashed red for good measure. "You don't have much time. Go, now!"
His pack looked torn, they didn't want to leave him or Stiles behind, but they also knew they didn't have much time to argue either. It was Scott who spoke first. "Let's go."
"Hey… hey, Scott…" Stiles called, causing him to stop. "L-love ya, bro."
"Love you, too, Stiles," Scott said softly, blinking rapidly, and then the pack headed out. Isaac froze for a moment, looking down at Derek helplessly, looking as if he wanted to protest, but Derek flashed his eyes again and he swallowed, and quickly chased after Scott.
Derek waited until he was sure they were gone before getting to his feet. He used an old broom to move the mountain ash to the side, slowly returning to Stiles' side. He sat down next to him, stretching his legs out in front of him.
"Y-you're a… colossal… idiot," Stiles whispered, coughing again, bringing up more blood. "Y-you c-c-can still get out."
"I'm not going anywhere," Derek said quietly, his eyes fixed on the door.
"B-but…" he leaned forward, effectively cutting the stammering, awkward boy off with his lips, tasting blood. The kiss only lasted a few seconds, ended too soon, but Derek knew he had to pull away. When he finally did, he softly said, "I told you. I can't live without you."
"I-I can't…" more coughing, more blood. "…took you… two years…"
"Yeah."
"Could…could have…"
"Yeah, I know."
"A-at least…" Stiles' breath hitched, his heart skipping a few beats, slowing down. "…at least… I have…"
"Y-yeah," Derek muttered sniffing, blinking rapidly. "At least you do." He heard the doors crash open, could smell the putrid breath of the hellhounds as they slowly entered the building.
"See… see ya… on the… other side," Stiles whispered as his head lolled onto Derek's shoulder, his breathing and heart stopping. Derek pulled the paper out of the boys' hand, blinking again, clearing his vision. He glanced at the words, listening as the doors slammed shut.
"See you on the other side," he softly said to Stiles, pressing a kiss to the side of his head, feeling hot breath on the side of his neck.
TW
Scott and the pack were two blocks away before they heard an explosion, big enough to shake the street and break every single window surrounding them. Scott was well aware of Lydia breaking down again, of Erica trying to hold Isaac back, and of Allison taking his hand.
They didn't know who sent the hellhounds after them, they didn't even know if the hounds were all dead, and Scott knew they didn't have time to grieve. He looked up, his eyes glowing red, and softly said, "We've got work to do."
Let me explain. In my head cannon, besides killing an Alpha, the Alpha can also pass his power onto a Beta if he's about to die. It makes sense to me, especially with how Laura became an Alpha after her father died. I know, I know it probably had something to do with family, but I'm going with my way because it makes sense within the context of the story.
