hunterusheroicus | Dean Winchester/Eliot

Dean Winchester/Eliot

Dean was pissed. They'd been on a case for a week and still hadn't figured it out. It seemed someone else was on the same case and the asshole seemed to be one step ahead of them. Finally they'd gotten a lead and were on their way to the house where the demon they were hunting was supposedly at. The poor sap being used as a meat suit was apparently some important businessman and the demon riding him around like his own personal pony was causing enough trouble to have made the papers a few times over.

He looked up at the house as they pulled up, eyes narrowing as he surveyed the layout. They got out and he popped the trunk, pulling out his pistol and the demon knife before sliding the blade into his boot. Once they were both loaded up they made their way to the door, pushing it open easily and heading inside. Dean immediately lifted the pistol, looking around before motioning to Sam that he was heading upstairs, being as silent as humanly possible.

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He pulled out the hydros, dropping the bottle next to Eliot carefully before kneeling next to him. "I know. I'm expecting there to be some run off." He frowned a bit, trying to think. "Ok I've got this figured out. I'll pour it in carefully and then rinse with water. Its going to get everywhere, but mixing with water will be enough to delude it so I can get rid of it."

He gave him a look. "Eliot I'm not going to touch it. Even if I do on accident it'll only be a little bit. Not gonna go spilling it all over me or anything." He hummed a bit, spreading out the towels on the floor before keeping a few off to the side.

Knowing that Dean had some sort of a plan calmed Eliot down and he lowered himself onto the towels. It was going to get messy, but at least the mess would be less this way.

"This is all sorts of messed up," Eliot muttered as he laid down. He considered the hydrocodone. It was still addictive, but it wasn't one he used often before and as Dean said, he never had a procedure like this done before. He took the bottle and popped two of them as well.

"There, happy?" It wasn't likely it would kick in in time for this, but it would satisfy Dean at least.

He watched Eliot, pulling the bandage off of him carefully. "Ok so I'm just going to cut the stitches open. I need to get a bowl first so just relax for a moment." He got up, heading into the main room before finding a large bowl. He also grabbed his belt, carrying everything back into the bathroom.

He filled the bowl with hot water, tossing a washrag in and letting it get wet. He got himself situated, folding over the belt and handing it to him. "You know you're gonna need this." He mumbled softly before he started in. He cut the stitches open, biting his lip as he picked up the jar of acid.

"At least this thing has an dropper. So I don't have to just pour it over you."

Eliot handled the bandage coming off without much of a wince, but he turned to the bite mark ridden belt and added more to it by the time Dean started cutting into the stitches.

He grunted softly at the sting of that but nothing strenuous happened yet.

"Alright," he told Dean around the width of the belt. Turning to glance at the hunter over the curve of his shoulder, he nodded tightly. Although Dean hadn't started doing anything yet, sweat already started dotting the forehead of his flushed face. He was still burning.

He didn't want to do this. Fuck he didn't want to do this, but he didn't have much of a choice. He shifted slightly, placing himself firmly on top of the man before twisting open the bottle, filling the dropper. He tugged the bowl of water over so he could be ready for it.

"Alright here we go." He muttered before leaning forward and squeezing everything in the dropped out, straight into the bullet wound. He filled the dropper again almost immediately before repeating the action. He gave the acid a few moments to work, burning away any silver it found before he grabbed the wet washcloth, pouring the water in to delude it.

He rinsed as best as he could, frowning at the blood that was mixing with everything else before grabbing a clean towel, pressing it down hard over the wound. The water would keep the acid deluded enough to keep from burning his as he tried to clean it out.

If the bullet was bad, the cure was definitely worse. Eliot screamed into the belt when the first dribble of acid hit him, burning and scorching its way into the wound to bubble and fizzle bloodily within.

If there was any doubt that the belt was ruined previously, it was definitely ruined now as Eliot tried his best to use it to gag himself. His jaw was locked so hard that he might've bitten through one side of the leather.

Even though he tried to hold himself still for this, he still instinctively started thrashing when the pain became too much. The second eyedrop of acid had him crying into the belt again, but weaker in comparison to before. His thrashing also lessened too and so much sweat broke out that his skin was clammy to the touch.

He had stopped struggling when Dean started rinsing but just twitched as he tried to catch his breath. Fuck it hurt.

He hated this. He hated being the one to have to put Eliot through this, but he knew it had to be done. "Fuck...just breath okay? I'm just going to soak this up and see. Maybe...maybe I got it all out and we don't have to do it again?" He bit his lip, sliding his free hand up to the man's neck, rubbing gently over his skin and up into his hair.

Dean shifted, pressing down on the towel to force the liquid out, sopping it all up before pulling the towel back. He looked down into the wound, frowning as he watched it, praying that it would start knitting itself back together or show him some sign that he wouldn't have to do this again.

How would either of them even know if they got it all? It was a bullet wound mixed with seriously bad acid burns, even if it was all out, would it start healing that quickly?

Eliot didn't know, but he did know that it was better to be safe than sorry. If Dean thought there could be any chance that that hadn't burned away everything...

He whimpered when Dean pressed the water out and all but leaned his head into Dean's hand to seek any sign of comfort. Fuck, he had been through torture that wasn't this bad... He swore his vision had gone white previously.

But he pulled himself together.

"...again." He barely had the strength to make the muffled word heard around the belt, but he was determined.

"Eliot..." He mumbled softly, looking down at him for a long moment before nodding slowly. "Alright, but..." He sighed, trailing off. He shifted, pulling the towel down before reaching for the bottle of acid again. Once he had everything arrange like he had before he took a deep breath and filled the dropper again.

He leaned in, pouring the acid from the dropper in and then refilling it. Thankfully he could move quickly and he let both dropper fulls burn through him, tossing the dropper down without thinking as he pulled the bowl to him.

He let the acid burn just a few moments longer this time, praying to anyone who would listen that this did the trick. That this would allow Eliot to heal and get better because he didn't think he could watch him get any worse. Finally he took the wash cloth, pouring the water down into the wound again, rinsing it until it ran almost clear. The towel was back after that and he pressed, closing his eyes tightly.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, voice husky. He hurt. Well, he was upset because he'd had to hurt Eliot.

It felt like the acid had eaten through his muscles and went right to his organs from how painful it was. For all Eliot knew, it could have, and he didn't have breath to answer Dean at all when the hunter declared they were done.

He just laid there, eyes closed with unshed tears brimming around his lashes as he panted in short breaths as if even breathing too hard would make it hurt worse.

Barely alive, he made a soft noise like he was trying to grunt but came out as a whimper when Dean pressed into his wound again to clear out the last of the diluted acid. He couldn't even answer Dean if he wanted to, he was barely holding to consciousness as it was.

Once he got it completely cleaned out he threw the towel to the side. He stared down at him, his own eyes filling with tears before he started working to bandage him up again. He gently pressed gauze down over the wound before taping him up. Once he was done he pulled away, leaving Eliot there for a moment so he could clean up the bathroom.

He put the bottle of acid on the counter, closing it up tightly before throwing the towel he'd been using in the bathtub. "Come on." He whispered, slowly working Eliot up, even though he was barely conscious. "Gonna get you back in bed." He mumbled into his hair as he all but picked the werewolf up and took him back to the bed.

Finally he had him laid out on his stomach and he brushed his hair back, looking down at his face as the tears finally started spilling out of his eyes regardless of how hard he tried to blink them away. "Do you want me to stay in here with you?"

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Eliot tried to help but he couldn't get his legs to cooperate, not yet. As it was his eyes were opened to thin slivers of blue mixed heavily with gold as he stumbled before he got completely carried over to the bed.

When Dean murmured into his hair, he made a soft noise, could be protest, could be agreement, but he didn't actually struggle. One thing Dean might notice though was that his temperature seemed to have gone down marginally compared to before.

There was a moment when Eliot's eyes closed completely after he was helped onto the soft mattress, but at the question, his eyes opened back to their thin slivers.

"Stay," he whispered hoarsely. He just knew that he felt better with Dean there and whether it was from some bond or not, in his current state, he wasn't going to fight it.

He nodded, tugging off his shirt and jeans, leaving him in only his boxers. He tried to smile before sliding into the bed next to him, covering them both up. He gently pulled him over until Eliot was laying in his arms, head pillowed on his chest. "Just relax. You already feel like you aren't running so high a fever so...good sign? Hopefully."

He closed his eyes, fingers rubbing down one of his sides while the other moves through his hair. "I'm sorry it had to hurt so damn bad though." He sighed softly.

"I f-feel better," Eliot murmured although his face still twisted up in pain when he was moved to accommodate Dean in the bed too. The arms around him helped calm him back down though and although it didn't actually do anything to ease the pain, it just helped him feel... if anything, more at peace.

"It's fine," he whispered as his eyelids drooped down again. "You helped me get it out... thanks."

He pressed his lips to the top of Eliot's head, exhaustion from the events of the long day finally getting to him. "Get some sleep." He said softly, carefully reaching for the lamp on the night stand. He flipped the light off, yawning and smiling.

"Who knows, by tomorrow you might not have a big hole in you. Then you can kick my ass for manhandling you all day." He smiled then, looking down at him for a moment. "We'll get you better...and get everything sorted out."

The suggestion was a sound one and Eliot nodded slightly against Dean, letting the hunter feel the action rather than see it.

"Too early to tell," he murmured, knowing that even with his sped up recovery, one night of sleep was too little to heal from something serious like this. He might've been able to heal had it been just a bullet hole, but after four rounds of acid, he had no doubt that it became something much more and much harder to deal with.

"Wound feels better... I think it worked." The whispered words were soft though, talking still took a lot out of him.

"Good, needs to work. I don't think I can do that to you again." He muttered before shifting a bit so he could kiss Eliot without him having to move around too much. "Now really, sleep. You need anything, just let me know. Got some water on the night stand."

He could feel himself getting sleepier and he hummed for a moment, soothing his fingers over Eliot's skin slowly, softly. He felt a bit boneless as he relaxed.

Eliot didn't need to be told again to sleep with how he was fading quickly under Dean's soothing caresses. They calmed him and the humming reassured him that Dean was there. He didn't need a protector, but it helped him settle anyway. In a matter of minutes, he drifted off to a healing slumber.

He watched Eliot sleep for a few minutes, brushing his hair back before finally drifting off to sleep himself.

Dean stretched lazily, eyes cracking open and looking down at Eliot blearily. He made a sound before turning his head to look at the clock before snorting. "Christ..." He yawned before brushing his fingers down the side of his face. "Mmm hey wake up. Its almost four. I need to check your back and we need to eat."

He smirked a bit, brushing his fingers through the man's hair slowly before glancing towards the door. He ran through a list in his head, remembering that he needed to clean the bathroom and make Sam take the bloody towels to the laundromat for them. Housekeeping could not be left to clean those.

After a few moments he wiggled and bent down, kissing his temple. "I'm getting up." He slowly extricated himself from Eliot before pushing himself up and heading for the bathroom first thing. Then he realized that Eliot might need to go to. He would wait though, see if he could move on his own yet.

Senses dulled by the drugs, it took Eliot a bit longer than normal to react to movement in the bed beside him. Normally he would be awake and trying to analyze, possibly take down, the threat by now, but Dean got only a yawn and a blue eye cracking open.

"What time is it?" he asked blearily as he turned to the hand ruffling through his hair. His fever finally went down and he was only his at his hotter than normal temperatures that was average for him.

He groaned and sat up, muttering under his breath at the pain in his back. But it was decent pain, one that told of a healing wound and not some silver poisoned gaping hole in his body. It still hurt like a acid ravaged bullet hole would, but he didn't feel like he was going to die from the sickness alone anymore. "I feel better."

He came out of the bathroom after a few moments, smiling. "Its almost four in the damn afternoon. We crashed." He scratched his bare stomach before jerking his head towards the bathroom. "You need to take a piss? Because if so hurry so I can check your back." He stopped, watching him before smiling wider. "You do? Good...thats really good. You look better. Not so pale and shit."

He padded over to the fridge, pulling open the door before grabbing a cold bottle of water for each of them before looking through everything. He frowned before shaking his head and instead reaching for the phone book. "Fuck this. I'm ordering delivery." He carried the phone book over to the bed, sitting down.

"I'm gonna call Sam in a little bit. Make him take the towels off to clean em himself. You want anything while I make him play bitch?" He chuckled softly.

Eliot was starving, as the untouched burger that Dean had so lovingly made for him earlier was testament to. But more than that, Eliot felt better and got his appetite back. Now instead of poisoned and sick, he was merely injured and recovering. A werewolf's appetite was ravenous.

As he moved to get out of bed, his movements were still slowed by pain but no longer as weak as before, he paused at Dean's address of his brother. Sam might not be Eliot's favorite person right now, but even Eliot had to raise his eyebrows at that one.

"Uh... you did grocery shoppin' earlier, right? No, I think I'm good."

"Yeah I got plenty of groceries. Enough to last at least a couple of days. You got a stack of steaks in there almost as long as my arm so you should be good on those." He put his finger on a number, looking up at him. "You good with chinese takeout? Or would you rather have pizza?"

He switched pages between two different menus before looking up at him. "Come back here." He patted the bed in front of him. "I wanna check your back." He also held up a bottle of water for him, smiling with relief that Eliot was moving around.

"Gonna hurt for a bit, but thats normal. Fuck I'm just glad you're better."

Coming out of the bathroom, Eliot paused then ambled over back towards the bed. His back still hurt like a bitch so he still ended up sprawling forward so his back was exposed.

"Hurts like someone shoved several hot pokers in me... but yeah, this is a whole lot better." He craned his neck to smile back at Dean.

"And if you're orderin' take out... Uh, I'll take Chinese." He considered. "Hot and sour soup and a general Tso's chicken... and an egg fu yung if they have it. Starvin', man." His appetite was definitely back. A moment passed then he added, "Hey, I'll pay for it. The groceries too... and the room." He couldn't ask for Dean to dish out money for all of this.

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