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 chuckled when he thought about how Eliot would find Sam. God he was going to have to explain a lot to his brother in the morning. Hopefully Sam wouldn't end up asking him much about Eliot though. That wasn't something he wanted to talk about.

The questions caught him slightly off guard and he looked at him, tilting his head slightly before just pulling the man over against him. If Eliot didn't like it he could pull away, but Dean wanted to do this. Its not like he would be here in the morning anyways.

"Wha...oh. No." He lifted up slightly, lifting the pillow so Eliot could look underneath. "I have precautions against demons in place, but thats pretty much it." He relaxed again, yawning.

"Huh." Eliot let himself be pulled in close, strangely enjoying the proximity to the other man. He yawned, satisfied that Dean was telling the truth.

"I would've kept one there," he explained as he relaxed into Dean's hold. Of course, the things he feared could actually be killed by one.

Though what Dean mentioned about demon precautions did get him curious. "How do you prepare for a demon?" It obviously didn't work on him though since he had no problem walking in or anything. Hadn't even felt an itch.

He motioned lazily to the rug laid out in front of the door and another in front of the window. "Underside of those are painted with devils traps. Demon steps inside one and can't get out. I can exorcise them that way." He smirked, raising an eyebrow.

"I told you I trusted you before. I know I don't have to, but I do. I don't need weapons to fight and I wanted you to know that I don't plan on trying to kill you in your sleep." He shrugged a shoulder, shifting and pressing his legs against Eliot's.

"Devil's trap?" Eliot repeated, wondering if he should go take a look. He felt too comfortable laid out against Dean though and made a note to do that later, before he left at dusk.

As touching as Dean's words were, Eliot couldn't stop himself snorting slightly at them. True, he was genuinely moved by the hunter's trust, but he thought it meant that the man was either naive or stupid. He didn't seem like either to Eliot.

"I wouldn't trust me," Eliot said but then shook his head. "Ah, forget it. Let's just sleep."

He shrugged again before dropping his head down. His fingers started brushing through Eliot's hair idly as he let his eyes fall shut. Damn he really was tired now. It wasn't much longer before he was asleep, arm tightening slightly around him in his sleep.

Eliot sighed but didn't struggle out of Dean's hold, at least, not right now. It was in the wee hours of the night, after a good two hours of sleep before he carefully moved himself out of the hunter's grasp. The man had shifted then anyway and it wasn't much of a problem anymore.

As he promised, perhaps to tease the guy, he sniffed out Sam and left a note pinned to his door saying where he would be able to find Dean.

On his part, Eliot expected to never see the hunter again.

The next morning Dean woke up to a loud hammering on the door. He jumped, reaching for his knife before remembering he didn't have it. He also noticed Eliot was gone and he groaned before shaking his head. "Fuckin...damn it!"

He pushed himself up, wrapping the ruined sheet around him before opening the door cautiously. Sam stood outside the door, smirking before holding up the note that Eliot had left before he raised an eyebrow at Dean. "Holy shit he worked you over didn't he?"

Dean rolled his eyes, opening the door wider. "Shut up, bitch. None of your damn business who did what." He absently scratched at the marks Eliot had left around his neck and shoulders, blushing. Sam just snickered before sitting at the table. "Jerk. At least he told me where you were."

Dean showered after flipping Sam off and once he was dressed they checked out and left. Sam teased him the entire time until Dean finally threatened to knock his ass out.

Eliot was hired to retrieve a beautiful jeweled dagger, no different from any of his other jobs, except that he hadn't expected it to be a double cross. There were people waiting for his arrival to the city from the start, and every step of the way there had been attempts to kill him.

People killing him, fine, that was just part of the job's dangers, he accepted that. But when they blew up public places in an attempt to catch him in it, that was going too damn far.

So when it all came to head inside the security building where his target housed his private collection, Eliot didn't hesitate to take it out on the thugs who attacked him. The security were all knocked out nicely ahead of time, he felt bad for hurting the security guys who were just doing their jobs... but these damn thugs, they deserved everything he did to them.

With an inhuman heave, he threw one of them into the far wall of the complex while he gripped the other by his throat. "There were kids in that buildin'!!"

They'd gotten an anonymous tip that there was a werewolf in the area. The whole thing had immediately made Dean nervous, but Sam was ready. He always loved the tougher hunts, even if most of them ended up with them getting some pretty nasty injuries.

They made their way through the building, checking the knocked out security guards and other personnel along the way. It was weird because no one seemed to be dead, but they kept moving until they heard the sounds of fighting. Sam looked over at Dean, motioning to a set of double doors before he bolted to the other side of them and pressed to the wall.

Dean nodded, pressed against the other side of the doors before they both turned at the same time and kicked the doors in. Both their guns raised at the same time and they both trained on Eliot as he threw the thug across the room. Dean's eyes widened, mouth opening to yell. "Eliot!" He looked at the activity in the room before looking at Sam. His own gun had lowered slightly, but his brother was still aiming at the man.

He jerked, reaching out and grabbing Sam just as his brother pulled the trigger. There was nothing he could do.

In the middle of the fight, Eliot hadn't noticed that two more people had joined in as he was still surrounded by a few more men who may still strike back.

The familiar voice calling his name might possibly have saved his life, for he turned just before the distinctive noise of a gun firing echoed in the large room.

Pain exploded out somewhere in his back, piercing, breathtaking. It was nothing like any bullet shot he had ever experienced. The point of entry all the way to where the bullet was lodged radiated pain and his step faltered, causing him to stumble forward once before the excruciating pain knocked him to his knees. The thug in his grip dropped, throat crushed and suffocating slowly, but the remaining three, seeing this was an opportunity, tried to go at him with their knives.

Dean reacted immediately, shoving Sam as hard as he could and knocking the gun out of his brother's hand before he spun back. He aimed, taking down two of the thugs with shots to shoulder and knee cap, but the guy closest to Eliot got a bullet straight to the heart. He watched each of them fall before kicking Sam's gun further from his reach.

Sam spluttered before he started yelling. "Dean he was killing those men!" Dean turned, almost snarling. "Yeah and it was how many to one, Sam? They were trying to kill him! You pick up that gun and I swear, Sammy I'll beat you into next week." He had no clue what was coming over him as he dropped down next to Eliot, eyes roving the room for any more threats before leaning in. "Eliot?"

Sam watched the two of them as realization struck. "The bullet was silver, Dean. Just like yours. He's a fucking werewolf!" He snatched his gun, raising it to point at Eliot again, but Dean moved into the way. "Sam..." He warned.

Eliot had to move. He was hurt and the pain was like nothing he ever knew... not even the tortures of North Korea compared to this, it was like poison ran in his very veins.

He shivered as his body tried to work through the stress. He wanted to lean into Dean's presence, let Dean help him. The other man felt like reassurance, like family, pack...

But Dean's argument with his brother... —Hunters— became the warning bells of imminent danger. He worked alone. He always worked alone, and this man's brother shot him! Eliot snarled, forcing himself to push up and get off his knees.

With everything he had left, he scrambled to get away. He looked over his shoulders once with fierce yellow eyes, set in a face etched in pain, before he crashed through the second story window and tumbled to the grounds below.

"Eliot!" He yelled, moving towards the window and looking down at him. "God DAMN IT!" He spun away from the window, stalking up to Sam and shoving him hard against the wall. "Sammy you are lucky I don't shoot you myself." Sam shoved back, frowning hard. "How can you be protecting him, Dean!? You saw what he is! I'm guessing you've known the whole fucking time!" He threw his arms up.

"Yeah I have. He isn't like Madison. He doesn't eat people! Why do you think I've been doing all that god damned research? I swear if you killed him..." He started out of the room but Sam pulled him back. "Let him go Dean." Dean spun, pushing Sam back a few steps. "Fuck off Sam! You don't have any right! At least I'm not protecting a demon." And with that he slammed the butt of his pistol against Sam's head, knocking him out.

"Sorry Sammy. I'm not letting him die." He turned, running out of the room and down the stairs as soon as he got to them. Thankfully it didn't take him long to get outside and he called. "Eliot!"

Eliot didn't reply, but landing from a second story jump when he was already half dead left a trail. Aside from the crushed grass where he fell, there was blood and Dean didn't need to be a werewolf with a good nose to follow its tracks. Eliot had been trying to make for where he hid his car in the side of the road, but collapsed in a copse of trees not far from it.

At least he tried to keep himself out of plain sight, but he wasn't looking good. While conscious, barely, he was pale and his skin actually felt normal to the touch, human normal, but cool to a werewolf.

Dean found were he'd landed before following the trail of broken glass and blood. As soon as he found Eliot he slid to his knees next to him, hands hovering for a moment before he touched him, noticing how much cooler his skin was. "Eliot...come on. We need to get you somewhere safe so I can get this bullet out of you."

Though he really didn't want to try to take him anywhere first. He had no clue what would would happen if the bullet stayed in much longer. He carefully rolled his shirt up, looking at the bullet wound, making a scared noise in his throat.

Eliot jerked and snarled when he first realized someone approached him, his eyes golden yellow and more animal then human. But then somewhere when he recognized Dean through his haze of pain, he calmed down and stopped trying to lash out.

His eyes remained the wolf's color though as Dean reached out to help him, like with how hurt he was, Eliot didn't have the strength to fight that animal he told Dean about from escaping. Still there was just something about the hunter. He was shot by the man's brother yet Dean's touch managed to help calm his creature down.

Eventually, blue flecks started to invade back into the yellow irises.

"Need the bullet out first..." he panted out when finally more blue was present than yellow.

He rolled his shirt higher before tugging a small emergency first aid pack out of his back pocket. He tended to carry it around on their bigger hunts so they could patch up on the go. He rolled it open before looking down at him. "Ok...this...fuck this is gonna hurt but I need you to stay still."

He pulled out a flask of holy water as well, knowing it wouldn't burn before opening it and splashing it over the wound to clean it some. His belt came off and he folded it over. "Bite down on this." He mumbled, brushing fingers through his hair for a moment.

He pulled the tweezers out of the first aid kit, moving over Eliot, sitting on his thighs before pressing his hand to his back to try and hold him down. Then he went in, pressing in to work the tweezers around the bullet, digging carefully.

Eliot groaned when Dean washed his wound, but he had dealt with enough bullet wounds to understand how they worked. True that none of them hurt or affected him like this, but it was still a bullet wound, right?

He took the offered belt and bit down on it gratefully, knowing that he would need it soon. And he did.

Eliot cried out around the belt when Dean started digging in, creating deep enough bite marks on the tough leather that the belt would never recover from. Still, the bullet would eventually be found lodged against one of his ribs and could be retrieved.

Unfortunately, or blissfully, Eliot passed out from the pain by then.

Finally he got the bullet out and tossed it away. He cleaned the wound with the water again before bandaging Eliot up as good as he could for the moment. He cleaned his hands as best as he could as well. "Come on..." He mumbled softly, dragging him up into his arms.

He looked around before basically dragging Eliot to the Impala and getting him in before getting in as well and speeding off. He watched traffic nervously, waiting for Eliot to wake up as he drove around. He was trying to think of what to do next. He needed to find a hotel, get Eliot someplace that he could lay down.

"Wake up, Eliot. Come on please..." He reached over, squeezing his arm gently before he found a hotel on the other side of town from where he and Sam had booked a room. It was a little bit more expensive than they were used to, but he'd managed to hustle a good amount of money the night before from a few guys at a bar so he could handle it.

It wasn't until an hour later, when Dean was nearly at the hotel, that Eliot showed any signs of coming back. It was no more than a soft groan, but it was more than Dean had before.

Even then, it took a good ten more minutes before the werewolf's eyes fluttered and slivers of blue appeared beneath the drooping eyelids.

"Where...?" he asked in a voice barely above a whisper. He still looked pale and frankly, little better than a corpse, but he was hanging on and trying to come back around.

"I'm getting us a room on the other side of town. Not a place I normally stay and Sam won't know the alias." He looked over at Eliot, still panicked. "Look stay here for a minute. As soon as I get the room we'll get you inside."

He twitched slightly, almost reaching out to assure himself that Eliot was okay but he stopped himself before getting out and heading inside. Fifteen minutes later he was back outside, key card in hand as he pulled open the door to get Eliot out.

"Ok...hey you ok?" He knelt down next to the Impala, looking up at him and chewing on his lip.

Eliot was actually so far from okay that he barked out a strained laugh at the question. "I'll live," he allowed instead, thinking that it was the important thing.

He had waken up a bit more in an attempt to look around him, taking an interest in where he was being taken. He groaned though when he tried to get out.

"Those guys..." He wanted to make sure that there wouldn't be any pursuit, he wouldn't be able to survive another attack right now.

If Dean tried to lift him, and he definitely needed heavy support if he was to get anywhere, the hunter would find that the wolf was no longer cool, but burning up like a furnace.

"Those guys won't be going anywhere anytime soon." He carefully pulled Eliot out of the car, grabbing his duffel bag out of the back seat before locking the car and hefting the werewolf with him. "Just hold on to me." He made his way to their room slowly and got the door open before maneuvering him to the bed and dumping his bag on the floor.

"No neighbors. No one is anywhere near us." He pulled the curtains shut, body on autopilot as he spread salt along the bottom of the door and along the window. Once he was done he kicked his duffel bag over by the table before pulling his gun from his jeans and laying it down on the bedside table.

He'd gotten a room with only one bed, but he hadn't really been thinking. He just wanted to make sure the werewolf was going to be ok. "Tell me what happened. Who the hell were those guys?"

Long explanations may have to wait, but Eliot tried to get the gist of it out to Dean. "Hired thugs," he said as he settled into the bed on his side so as to not press onto the wound. It wasn't closing yet either, the silver was slowing down his supernatural abilities to heal.

Closing the blinds to make the place dimmer helped, so did knowing that there was no one around. He weakly noted where Dean placed the gun, but he didn't move towards it. It was questionable if he could even if he wanted to.

"Was a set up... Messed up a job earlier, guy hired me for a second one to make it even." He breathed out slowly and closed his eyes. "Goons been tryin' to kill me since I got in town."

He watched him for a moment before shifting, moving Eliot carefully until he was resting in Dean's lap. It gave Dean a chance to just slide his fingers through his hair slowly. He nodded as he listened and then he remembered the tip and growled. "Yeah it was a set up alright. Me and Sam were tipped off to a werewolf in the area. We were told to go to that building. Fuck."

He leaned his head back against the headboard, still brushing through his hair. "Look just...we'll stay here until you're healed up. And yes I said we. Sam won't be able to find us. I paid cash and used a name I've never used before. Plus he wouldn't look at a place like this." He chuckled, but there was no real amusement behind it. "He'd figure on looking either at the nastiest dives or someplace real upscale in town to find me."

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