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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.

Date: 2013-05-13 06:25 am (UTC)
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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.

Date: 2013-05-13 06:46 am (UTC)
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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."

Date: 2013-05-13 07:10 am (UTC)
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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."

Date: 2013-05-13 07:23 am (UTC)
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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.

Date: 2013-05-13 07:55 am (UTC)
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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.

Date: 2013-05-13 08:07 am (UTC)
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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.

Date: 2013-05-13 08:21 am (UTC)
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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."

Date: 2013-05-13 08:52 am (UTC)
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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."

Date: 2013-05-14 01:25 am (UTC)
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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.

Date: 2013-05-14 02:13 am (UTC)
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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.

Date: 2013-05-14 03:39 am (UTC)
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"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."

Date: 2013-05-14 04:58 am (UTC)
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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."

Date: 2013-05-14 05:22 am (UTC)
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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.

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