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.
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Date: 2013-04-01 12:41 am (UTC)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.