Wolfsbane and Rust || Derek & Peter
Derek's eyes hurt as he opened them, they ached, along with his head as he lifted it, feeling heavy. "Fuck." he grumbled to himself and gave a wince at the pain he felt. His arms felt strained and it took him a moment to realize they were chained above his head, rolling his wrists around metal cuffs, feeling the rusted metal chaife against his skin. His hues lifted, seeing a blood stained wall in front of him, the smell was human and much more, which only sent a shiver down the Alpha's spine. This place had been the death of many creatures and he prayed he wasn't going to be added to that unknown number or corpses probably burried under the floorboards.
His mouth felt dry, and the wolf cracked his neck, stretching what muscles he could from his taut position on his tiptoes. Wherever he was it was dimly lit, and he could only see the wall in front of him, a wall to the left, and what looked like a body to his right. To say he was worried, was an understatement, he wondered if Stiles was okay, how he got here, how long he'd been here. The last thing he remembered was getting ready to go on a supply run after his run in with Crowley, just wanting to get out of the bar for a while, to think. Then it was all black, like he'd had a thump to the exact part of his brain that dealt with his memory and his wolf healing wasn't kicking in, why?
He groaned and pulled at the restraints, his body arching even higher onto his toes to try and give his wrists some rest from the pressure of holding himself up. It wasn't exactly working though and he felt pressure on his shoulders like they were ready to pop, to dislocate and let him sink a little more, to his feet. Derek had been in tight spots before, but normally, he knew why, not this time though.
The young Alpha inhaled, catching two scents he really didn't like, one, was wolfsbane and as it traveled up his nostrils he snorted, wrinkling his nose and trying to force it back out. He hated wolfsbane, every wolf did, but it did answer one question though, why he wasn't healing. "Great!" he mumbled to himself and turned his head back to the body on his right, "Peter, that you?" he asked, the other stench was clearly a family member, and Peter was the only family Derek had left, unless of course the body was some random Alpha and Peter's little deal with Crowley had gone bust, then all he could think of was how Peter had admitted he would of killed him to become Alpha, and how he might do it again.
"Peter, I'm going to presume you got us in to this mess, so get us the hell out of it." he moaned and let his head fall back "I'm tired of cleaning up your messes." he huffed, hearing a door creak from somewhere behind him he stiffened. "If you fucked Crowley over, and this is his way of getting back at you, tell the fat little bastard this is nothing to do with me." he growled, pulling at the cuffs to see if they would give.