Dean Winchester/Eliot Spencer - Amnesia

[hunterusheroicus]

Once minute everything had been fine and the next minute a deer was in the middle of the road and Dean was swerving to miss it. He careened off the road, losing control of the car and slamming into a copse of trees.

He came to later, blinking and looking around in confusion. Blood dripped down the side of his face and into his eye. After a few minutes he got out, looking at the car before heading off down the road without looking back.

The next few hours and even days went by in a blur. He'd found help and had been taken to a hospital a few towns away. He'd been admitted as a John Doe, but a nurse named Tammy befriended him, enjoying his laid back attitude before helping him come up with a new name. In the end he'd picked Jack Spencer. Something about the last name made his heart clench, but he ignored it.

Time went by. Sam tried to find him, panicked. He'd called Eliot, leaving message after message, each one more desperate than the last. Eliot, Dean's missing. Call me. I'm looking for him. Eliot, please call. I found the Impala...it was totaled. Blood everywhere, but no sign of Dean. Eliot, please man. I've been everywhere. I can't find him. Its been almost a month! Bobby's got the Impala, but...I don't know man. I'm so fucking worried. The messages just went on and on.

Dean settled into a new life as Jack Spencer, but he was miserable. He barely made friends. He barely did anything between going from work to the bar to home.

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[golden_retriever]

It had been a long job, one that required patient recon and infiltration in a country where cell reception simply didn't exist, so Eliot had to do without. He missed Dean, but in a place where the closest thing to a land line was a publically shared post office, he was afraid he had to go without.

So a month later, it was debatable who was more glad to be out of there, the hostage he was sent to retrieve or him for being able to finally go home to his Alpha.

Back in the world of civilization after a hot meal and a hotter shower, Eliot grinned and dialed into his mailbox. The first few messages were Dean, which made him smile a bit, but then he got to the one from Sam and any trace of smile dropped from his face. He skipped to the next message quickly, flying past any and all messages that wasn't from the younger Winchester regardless of what the job offer might be. Eliot's expression grew darker with each one as Sam grew more desperate.

He would know if something happened to Dean, wouldn't he? They have a bond, or whatever that was, and he would know.

After hearing the last one, Eliot didn't know whether to laugh or cry to know that at least Dean was alive. Couldn't remember anything, but somehow he still mattered enough that his Alpha renamed himself with his name.

Still, it was with a heavy heart that dialed for Sam to double check that Dean was still there and to give him an ETA. Then arranging for some top priority clearance, he was on a private chartered plane for Tyler, Texas that same night.

[hunterusheroicus]

Sam had been at the airport to meet Eliot of course. He'd paced anxiously and when he saw the werewolf, the man he'd pretty much started thinking of as family he couldn't help but pull him into a brief hug. "Fuck, Eliot...I tried talking to him. I tried telling him who I was and everything, but he wouldn't listen. He said if he had someone who cared about him they'd come find him. He..." He shook his head sadly.

"I wasn't kidding about the miserable part. He works in this run down garage restoring old cars and then he either goes home alone or he heads to his little bar. I watched him for over a week and all he did was sit by himself and drink until he could barely stand before going home. He's killing himself. Your bond...I think he knows something is missing. Please fucking talk to him, man." He sighed, scrubbing his fingers through his long hair.

Sam looked like shit. He looked like he'd barely been sleeping or eating, but none of that seemed to matter. The most important thing was obviously Dean. "I managed to get the story piece by piece though. He wrecked the Impala on some back road heading into town. They think a deer or something ran out in front of him. Apparently he walked a good couple of miles before finding a house. It was an elderly couple, said he was disoriented and covered in blood. They rushed him to the hospital here in Tyler. He made friends with a few of the nurses. One helped him with the job and apartment and I guess the name. He came up with Spencer though. She said he seemed really insistent that it was an important name to have."

[golden_retriever]

Eliot, on the other hand, was probably calmer than what Sam might expect when he came off the plane with only a small duffel for luggage. He accepted the hug with grace and hugged back, but rather than asking about Dean, he heard enough to know that Dean was fine besides not remembering anything, he turned his attention onto Sam.

"Have you been eatin'? Sleepin'? You look like hell, Sam." And the younger Winchester did. Even to someone who was used to living it rough, the taller man looked like crap.

Eliot had been in enough emergency situations to know that sometimes, the one doing the watching took it much harder than the one actually hurt. "Take me back to your place and I'll set my things down before I make my approach. No point in rushin' things now."

[hunterusheroicus]

"I'm eating and sleeping...just...not a lot." He sighed, leading Eliot outside to his rental car, getting in. "I got a place across the street from Dean's building. We'll drive by where he works and the bar on the way so you might actually be able to see him." He started up, pulling out once Eliot was in the car.

He headed out to the main road and pointed out a few things here and there. When they were nearing the garage he slowed down, pointing just as Dean walked out of the building. He stood by himself on the sidewalk, drinking a soda and sighing, looking sad about something. He pulled a cellphone out, fingers moving before he frowned deeply and shook his head, shoving it back into his pocket. One of the other guys came out, pushing on his shoulder and saying something to which he snapped at them, pulling away and heading down the sidewalk.

"I think he's getting off now." He looked at his clock before nodding. "Yeah he's heading out." He watched Eliot for a moment before suddenly Dean paused, turning to look at the vehicle. His eyes locked with Eliot's as Sam sped up, a look of shock covering his face before they were gone. "There's the bar." He said a few blocks down.

[golden_retriever]

Eliot had just turned away when Dean saw him, thereby the two of them having just missed eye contact by less than a second. Instead, Eliot was nodding to all of what Sam was telling him, asking questions for clarification here and there, but otherwise was satisfied with how thorough Sam was in figuring out Dean's routine.

"You said he'll be heading to the bar after work?" Eliot considered the advantage of scoping out the place before Dean and going back to make sure Sam was alright. In the end, his own concern for Dean won out and he indicated for Sam to pull over.

"I'll get off now... if he's headin' to the bar, I wanna check the place out before he arrives. Can you bring my stuff back to your place, and I'll call you later tonight?" He didn't say it, but it was clear that he wanted to make his approach with Dean alone tonight.

"And Sam... get yourself somethin' to eat properly. And shave. It's a two man tag-team now."

[hunterusheroicus]

Sam nodded, smiling a bit. "Yeah that's fine. Just...ah..." He shifted a bit. "Just in case I don't answer the address is 402 Longhorn Drive Number 10. Its just about two blocks down from here." He pointed down the street before biting his lip. "I'll grab something to eat and maybe conk out for a few hours. Man...good luck. Maybe you'll jostle something loose."

Once Eliot was out of the car he took off down the street.

[golden_retriever]

Eliot nodded to the wish and began walking into the bar as Sam took off behind him. He allowed his senses to roam out upon entering the nondescript bar.

It was tough to get anything within the first few seconds. The lights were dim, the place noisy from the television over the bar showing the baseball playoffs, and the place had enough smells to promise clogging up his sensitive nose for the whole night. At least it was early yet and not many people were around yet.

Eliot ordered himself a beer and took a seat at the bar that would allow a view of the bar and the doorway. When he could, he tried to strike up a conversation with the bar owner then discreetly ask about his friend who he was supposed to be meeting here.

[hunterusheroicus]

It wasn't long before Dean slipped through the door, glancing around a bit before smiling weakly at the bartender. The man called out to him with a smile, waving him to the bar and setting down his customary glass of whiskey. "How was work, Jack?" Dean shrugged wearily before sitting down at what was apparently his usual spot.

He hadn't spotted Eliot yet so he tried to make small talk with the bartender, playing off that he was fine even though he obviously wasn't. He'd lost weight since the last time Eliot had seen him and while he didn't have the same dark circles Sam was sporting, his were still visible.

[golden_retriever]

It hurt, it was nearly a physical hurt to see his Alpha looking like that. Dean lost weight and was visibly only at half his usual vigor from what Eliot could see across the room. Sam was right, Dean did look miserable.

After finding out from the bartender where Dean's usual seat was, Eliot had purposefully chosen one that was out of the way and not as easily spotted from where Dean would sit. He wanted his chance at observing the other man first, and after nearly half an hour of it, Eliot finally decided to wave the bartender over and tell him that the next round for his friend was on him.

[hunterusheroicus]

Dean had finished off at least two drinks by that time and when the third is placed in front of him, told it was bought for him by the gentleman right over there...well Dean looked. He leaned a bit, expecting to find some asshole who was either fucking with him from work or some asshole hitting on him. What he didn't expect to see was the face he'd seen in pretty much every good dream he'd had since he woke up in the hospital and couldn't remember a damn thing.

His eyes widen as he just stared, heart and chest clenching so hard he felt like he couldn't breath. He stared into the blue eyes of the man for the longest time before slowly picking up his drink, raising it and then taking a sip. He normally kept his jacket tossed over the bar stool next to him to discourage people from sitting by him but he lifted it, dropping it across his legs instead. He hoped that would be enough indication for the guy to come over.

[golden_retriever]

Eliot got the message but he didn't move over. However, he was glad that he got a reaction from Dean, at least that was more positive than what Sam lead him to expect.

Rather, keeping his eyes locked on Dean, he tilted his head slightly towards one of the empty booths near the back. They were going to have a lot to discuss, and while a booth would make him lose the advantage of being able to see the whole bar, the privacy was more important for him tonight.

Picking up his own beer, he moved to sit in one of the booths and waited to see if Dean would join him.

[hunterusheroicus]

He watched, shifting in his seat slowly before getting up. He grabbed his drink, pausing a moment before slamming the whole thing back and then ordering a beer. He took it once it was offered before heading back to the booth and sliding in across from Eliot.

"Who are you?"

That was the first thing he could think of that he just had to ask. He clenched his free hand for a moment, nervously fumbling as his fingers twitched like he wanted to reach out and touch Eliot, see if he was real.

"You can't be real."

[golden_retriever]

As if reading Dean's mind, Eliot reach his hand out and rested it in the middle of the table, palm up, for Dean to touch or grasp or do whatever he wished to verify that indeed, he was real.

"You remember me?" Eliot didn't dare to hope, not too much, but there was a searching desperation in his even gaze as he waited for Dean to do his verifying tests. Up close, Dean looked even more horrible than he did from afar. He looked almost as bad as Sam, and Dean supposedly was living out a normal life here.

"My name is Eliot Spencer. You are Dean Winchester. We're... we're lovers."

[hunterusheroicus]

As soon as Eliot's hand was out, Dean was pressing his own into it. His breath was ragged for a moment as something flared up inside him. Something that was telling him that this man was his, that everything he said was true. "I...I dream about you. Almost every fucking night." He mumbled softly, staring down at their hands for a long moment before he made their fingers lace together and he squeezed.

"Fuck you...you're real. Wait, Spencer? Thats my last name or...the name I picked when I left the hospital." He swallowed hard, listening to him. "Some guy came in here a few days ago...said that was my name too, but I didn't believe him. He said he was my brother, Sam." He blinked, looking up to meet blue eyes again. "Why didn't any of you come for me? I've been...so fucking lost and goddamned miserable!"

[golden_retriever]

Eliot squeezed Dean's hand back and didn't let go as he tried to answer Dean's question. "Yeah, Sam, he's your brother. And it's harder to find someone who has no identity and not where they were last seen than you think. He'd been searchin' for you all this time and only found you last week."

He gave Dean's hand another soft squeeze, his own eyes full of sadness at seeing Dean like this.

"I've been out of the country and flew back tonight. I came as soon as I could." Tentatively, he reached a hand forward, stopping just short of touching Dean in case the amnesiac man wanted to pull away. "M'sorry for takin' so long, Dean."

[hunterusheroicus]

He knew he had to be closer to Eliot. He didn't know how, but he did. He shook his head, sliding out of his seat before immediately going into the same side as him. He pressed into his side, turning and pressing his face against the man's shoulder. "Christ, Eliot..." He clung to him for a long moment. When he pulled back he just stared, studying his face.

"So...okay. Okay I'm already. I just...thought you weren't real. We're lovers? How serious are we?" He pulled Eliot closer, chewing on his lip as he tugged an arm around himself.

[golden_retriever]

Eliot's arm went to wrap around Dean's waist to pull him near, and for the short while Dean was resting against him, his hand came to stroke through Dean's short locks in a soothing gesture. His Alpha might have lost his memory, but he hadn't forgotten him, that much was clear.

"What does your instincts tell you?" he asked softly as he looked into Dean's eyes for any sign of memory returning.

[hunterusheroicus]

He looked back, obviously struggling for something. He searched his mind while his eyes searched Eliot's for some clue or hint before suddenly he was speaking softly. "Wow...I..." He tilted his head a bit. "We're intimate. I mean, more than just sex. I feel like...I know you better than anyone else does. I know things about you...or...knew. And you know things about me that no one else knows."

He bit his lip for a long time, contemplating that before he whispered. "You...hunt with me. With me and Sam."

[golden_retriever]

Eliot nodded slowly, his expression remaining carefully neutral except for the constantly searching gaze in his eyes. "Yeah, we are," he agreed, not willing to use past tense like Dean did.

"Sam, he told you about the huntin'?" His eyes searched again, wondering if this was little bits of Dean's memory that were getting jogged loose or if this was something 'Jack' learned from Sam a few days ago.

[hunterusheroicus]

"No Sam didn't...he didn't tell me." He shifted, finally looking away from Eliot as he tried to wade through his own thoughts. "We hunt for a living." Something, a voice in his head from a long time ago came forward and confusion covered his face.

"Saving people, hunting things...the family business." He echoed the words before he looked back up, wincing slightly. "Fuck this...my head hurts. Can we go...somewhere else? This place is getting loud and making my head hurt worse." He didn't let go of Eliot's shirt though, leaning in close again.

[golden_retriever]

"Yeah, sure." Eliot left his beer on the table then pulled out a few dollar bills and left it with it as tip for the servers.

He gave Dean a concerned look, but didn't dare to comment much as he let the man figure things out at his own pace. He did, however, try to support Dean and help him up if he needed it. "You have a place, right? We can head back there. Or anywhere really."

[hunterusheroicus]

He led Eliot outside, taking a deep breath once they were out in the fresh air. "Damn I wish they'd ban smoking in there. Everyone around here smokes like a bunch of freight trains." He shifted as he started down the sidewalk, intending to lead Eliot to his place.

"I have an apartment about two blocks down. Sorry I don't have a car. Never really saw fit to get one after I got out of the hospital. Just didn't seem...right I guess. So..." He looked away from the man, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Okay so we're lovers and we're obviously close..."

He just tried working through it all, piecing it all out as best as he could. "Did I...Do I love you? I mean is it something we've said?"

[golden_retriever]

Eliot didn't mind the walk, and although Sam pointed him in the direction where Dean lived, with the address for the place across from it, Eliot didn't actually know where that was. So he let Dean take the lead while he walked comfortably beside him.

Comfortably that was until Dean started asking some awkward questions. "No, no it's not something that's been said out loud," Eliot answered evenly although it was a hard to keep his tone neutral to answer. His gaze flickered over to Dean several times, but he couldn't hold its gaze and let it sidle away. "Words... we don't... Some things we don't really talk about."

[hunterusheroicus]

He nodded, looking over at him again. Something about the way he acted, the nervous behavior, had Dean smiling and he moved to walk a little closer, letting his shoulder bump against Eliot's as they walked. "Okay." He thought a bit more, muddling through some more questions. He slowed a bit, chewing on his lip. "You aren't..." He frowned a bit, stopping and moving in close to Eliot as he lowered his voice. "I remember what you are. Its a little hard to believe...but I do. I remember what you look like and how your...fur feels."

Hey, he was making progress. Progress that wasn't sending him screaming into the night at finding out the man he called (calls?) his lover is a werewolf. "And I know, I mean I know that I trust you. Like...with my life. Thats why I wanted to know about...the whole love thing."

[golden_retriever]

Their walking slowed and Eliot was the first to stop it completely when Dean mentioned what he was. Or what he thought he was though the mention of fur pretty much solidified that memory.

"You... you're alright with that?" Looking hesitant, Eliot watched Dean carefully and something in his expression, perhaps no more than just his gaze, told Dean that Eliot was just waiting for the amnesiac man to turn running and screaming.

"I know, you don't remember much 'bout your life, so that... it's a lot to take in." After a moment more and seeing Dean wasn't going to turn around and bolt on him, Eliot took a breath and nodded, "Yeah... we have a bond. You're... you're my Alpha." And it meant more than saying three words out loud did.