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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[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.

[hunterusheroicus]

"Yeah I'm alright with that." He said softly, still chewing on his lip. Something in the way Eliot called him that, in the look on his face made Dean straighten up, leaning in closer. He finally pulled his hands out of his pocket, reaching up and grasping the back of his neck slowly before pulling him into a kiss.

His hand slid down, leaving the back of Eliot's neck to cover the mark he'd left on Eliot the first night they'd met. He could feel the scar beneath his shirt and he pushed the material aside, looking at it once he broke the kiss before leaning in and pressing his lips to it. "I did this. I...I claimed you."

[golden_retriever]

Eliot's had ducked when Dean grabbed him and he kissed him tenderly, soft and gentle. When they broke apart, he leaned his forehead against Dean. This opened the line of his neck for his Alpha and he whimpered when Dean kissed that.

"Yes," he whispered. "When we first met... You... Yeah, I'm yours, Dean."

[hunterusheroicus]

He kissed it again before staring into his eyes. "C'mon. We're getting close to my place." He smiled before pulling away and sliding his hand into Eliot's. Without a thought he laced their fingers together, squeezing as he started heading towards his building again. "I've just...I knew something was missing this whole time. Now I know it was this."

He looked up when they got to his building, jerking his thumb and smiling. "This is us." He glanced at Eliot before leading him inside and unlocking his door. The apartment was small, just one bedroom. It was simple, no personal touches added, no pictures of new friends or anything like that. He pulled his coat off, tossing it on a coat rack that had a leather jacket hanging as well, old blood staining it in splotches. "They found me in that jacket. Couple of the nurses wanted me to get rid of it, but I didn't feel right about it..."

[golden_retriever]

Eliot couldn't deny that he felt warmed when Dean laced his hand through his and told him, in not so many words, that he completed him. He smiled a bit when Dean wasn't looking and followed him feeling a lot more relieved than he had since hearing Sam's message.

The place was about as he expected it to be, simple, Bohemian, like any other hotel place he had seen the brothers stay at. They lived their lives out of their car, keeping mementos just wasn't their style.

He glanced briefly at the building outside of Dean's window, wondering if that was the one Sam was in, then turned back to the leather jacket that Dean kept. "Yeah... that was your da's." He walked over to it and Dean. "You don't remember anythin'?"

[hunterusheroicus]

He looked at the jacket, fingering it for a moment before pulling Eliot close. "I..Dad's gone." He said, things slipping in here and there. "I think I'm starting to remember a little bit. I can remember meeting you. I remember..." He frowned. "Sam shooting you and taking care of you. Most of my memories that are coming back are...more recent."

Once stuck out though and he frowned. "But I do remember...one. I remember when I was little. There was a fire and I carried Sam out of the house. My mom died..."

[golden_retriever]

Eliot moved close and put his arm around Dean to hold the other man to him. "Yeah... you told me that was what started your family on this huntin' business." He gauged Dean's reaction as he continued, but getting ready to stop in case anything triggered his lover.

"Your mother was killed by a demon, and your father went into hunting lookin' to track it down. Then there's a lot of destiny crap that you don't need to hear about now." He ran soothing circles on Dean's back with his hand. "It'll come back to you."

[hunterusheroicus]

He just leaned into Eliot for a moment before pulling away and heading into the bathroom. He tugged open the medicine cabinet, pulling out a bottle of headache medicine. "Sorry it just...I have a headache. I think...trying to remember all that stuff is getting to me." He smiled weakly as he tumbled two pills into his hand.

He took them easily before shifting around and heading for the couch. He sat, sprawling a bit before patting the spot next to him. "C'mere. Please?"

[golden_retriever]

"Take it easy, it's a lot to take in," Eliot murmured sympathetically as he moved over to the couch. "Scoot over." Settling down, he pulled Dean on top of him such that he made Dean half lay and settle against his chest.

Slowly, his hands came up and massaged Dean's temples in a way that worked against the headaches. "Trust me, I've seen plenty of head injuries, and one thing you can't do is force them."

[hunterusheroicus]

He just laid back in Eliot's arms, groaning softly and closing his eyes when Eliot started the massage. "Fuck..." He licked his lips briefly before shifting around and turning his head. He smiled up at the man, tugging him down into a deep kiss.

After a few moments he pulled back, nodding and smiling. "I'm not gonna force it I promise. I just...I'm liking getting to be with you. Especially after praying that you were real."

[golden_retriever]

Eliot's light massage slowed to a stop when it became interrupted by Dean's kiss instead. After that, he simply placed his arms over Dean to hold him to his chest.

"You prayed for me to be real?" he asked softly, just casual conversation as they got to know each other again. Eliot could be patient, he had a lot of determination and a lot of patience when it came to important things, and Dean was definitely important.

[hunterusheroicus]

Dean shifted slightly, turning so he could face Eliot better. "Yeah I did. I mean, I wasn't kidding. I dreamed about you almost every night. Things I think we did together. Times we spent together." He blushed slightly, shrugging a shoulder. "I seemed happy in my dreams and I wanted it to be real." He smiled, catching his chin between thumb and forefinger before drawing him into another kiss.

He groaned into it, biting at his lip before wrapping his arms around Eliot's shoulders slowly, deepening the kiss. "I wish you'd found me sooner..."

[golden_retriever]

"Me too," Eliot replied softly after he broke from the kiss. "If not for Sam... I don't know when I'd have found you at all. I've got a job... it keeps me outta the country a lot, sometimes for weeks on end." He ran his hand through Dean's hair, petting him softly, just soothing the man in any way he could.

"We kinda have... Not long distance, but we don't live together either."

[hunterusheroicus]

He nodded, leaning his head against Eliot's, closing his eyes. "Why don't we? I mean...when you aren't working and everything. I understand that can get in the way, but I just..." He let his brows knit for a moment. "I feel like I lo...like I would have wanted you to."

He puffed out a breath, ducking his head.