hunterusheroicus | Dean Winchester/Eliot

Damnit, Eliot hadn't wanted Dean to see him like this. He could only be thankful that it wasn't the change into the wolf that the hunter witnessed, but it was still bad enough.

Eliot was limp in Dean's arms as the hunter helped him over to the bed. It was a good thing that Dean was a strong man as the werewolf had no strength to support himself at all even for the short trip across the room.

"M'fine," he muttered with a note of annoyance when he was all but tucked in. "Just... need a moment to recover, s'all."

"Fine my ass. You're exhausted. Take a drink, please?" He pushed the bottle into his hand before getting up and heading back over to the kitchen, grabbing his plate out of the microwave before snagging a fork. He looked at the bed and then the couch, shifting slightly. He set the plate down though, walking over and moving to check his back.

"Okay, well, your wound is looking pretty good. I think its getting close to fully closing. Umm...you want me to bandage you up before I let you rest? I figured I'd go flop on the couch and watch some tv..."

Eliot's hand came out to snag the side of Dean's shirt. "Y'can watch..." He coughed at how dry his throat felt and took a drink from the bottle that Dean gave him before. Feeling better, he tried again. "You can watch tv from here," he murmured, sounding tired despite his earlier protests.

"Leave my back." Shifting, he grimaced slightly when he shifted but he still kept off it for now. "If it's healin', let it air dry." He closed his eyes for a bit then opened them up again. "I feel better."

He nodded, looking down at him for a moment. He grabbed his plate and the remote before sliding into bed next to Eliot. He sat against the headboard, brushing his fingers through the man's hair slowly before giving him a half smile. "You can move closer if you like."

The fork clicked on the plate and he picked it up, spearing a piece of chicken while he looked down at Eliot. "Thats good. I was hoping you'd be feeling better soon. I'm just waiting for you to not look like you're gonna pass out to start telling you I told you so." He winked playfully, trying to get the man to smile.

"Sam'll probably text in an hour or so. I'll see if he's found out any more about...this thing between us. Maybe I'll give you some good news."

Eliot rumbled a growl of slight annoyance and gave Dean's side a playful punch. Given that there was no strength in it, it really didn't do much damage. Instead, he rolled his eyes and settled against the hunter's side.

"You're lucky, alright. Don't push it." Yet it was obvious that he wasn't going to harm Dean though. Not that he couldn't, he most definitely could, but he didn't want to.

"That's good... findin' out more about it is a good idea." He closed his eyes and all but rested his head on Dean's lap. Even though he slept the whole night through, that change really took a lot out of him.

He snorted at the punch, squeezing the back of his neck soothingly before brushing through his hair again. "I think I'm more than just lucky." He looked down at Eliot, watching him for a moment before giving his head a half shake, offering him a bite of chicken. "Get some rest, okay? You need it."

He changed the channel on the tv, staring at the screen before setting the remote down. He nodded a bit, fingers faltering in his hair for a moment. "Yeah...I mean hell, you'll be rid of me if he gets it all figured out, right?" He pushed Eliot's shoulder lightly, trying to make it seem unimportant, but the smile was gone from his face.

"No more annoying the shit out of you..."

Eliot had started drifting, but Dean's words made the werewolf open his eyes and look back sharply at the hunter. "Not what I meant," he said tightly as he tried to get his recovering body back with the program and supply his mind with something more than his need for rest.

"It's a good idea to know more about what's affectin' us. It's... damnit, Dean."

He raised a hand and rubbed at the bridge of his nose.
"Not tryin' to get rid of you."

He continued eating, looking down at him as he started stroking through his hair again, trying to get him to rest. "We can talk about this after you get some rest, okay?" He tilted his head for a moment before bending and kissing him. "You look exhausted." He mumbled before going back to his food and the television.

He didn't look convinced at ALL, but he left it at that. He wanted Eliot to get some rest and getting this started would do just the opposite. He hummed slightly as he bit into an eggroll, smiling a bit around it and scooting down a bit.

Eliot grumbled, but he couldn't deny that he was fairly wiped. He muttered into the kiss and gave Dean a hard look. "This ain't over," he said, and waited until Dean acknowledged him before he closed his eyes again. It wasn't long at all before he was passed out from exhaustion.

Interestingly enough, while he normally had trouble sleeping more than a few hours at night, even less when with company, yet around Dean, he was sleeping more than he normally would for a week.

He finished his food, setting the plate off to the side before shifting down slowly until he was relaxed, Eliot's head resting on his stomach now. He just watched the tv for a while, brushing through Eliot's hair and over the back of his neck until he felt his phone. He leaned over, grabbing his cell off the night stand, checking the text.

He sent one back to Sam, carefully slipping out of bed and tugging on his jeans. He watched the man for a moment before heading towards the door. He slipped outside, leaving the door ajar. He'd gotten to a point where he didn't really mind Eliot hearing what he was saying. Plus with him asleep he wanted to hang close by.

Eliot should have waken up. That amount of shifting would've normally been enough to send him sitting up and reaching for the knife under his pillow, but here he merely muttered something and buried closer into the space that Dean had occupied previously.

As if satisfied with the scent of his Alpha, Eliot shifted and continued his restorative rest.

He leaned back slightly to look in the room, smiling at Eliot as he continued sleeping before turning around when he heard heavy footfalls. "Yo Sammy!" He clapped Sam on the shoulder before moving to lean against the back of the impala. "Told you I'd be fine. Eliot was fine. We ended up crashing out on the couch together most of the night."

Sam glanced through the cracked door, tilting his head as he looked at the sleeping man. "So is he healing up okay then? I would...say something but he looked pretty asleep to me." Sam shifted, leaning against the next car over. "There anything else you guys need? I know you don't feel comfortable with leaving. Oh...the towels and shit are in the car."

Dean nodded, sighing before looking towards the parking lot. "So...what have you found out about the whole bond thing?" His brother brushed his fingers through his hair, sighing as well. "From what I have found...not really much honestly. I haven't found a way to break it, thats for sure. Umm from what I have found though, well it explains why he didn't hurt you last night. An Alpha...soothes the wolf? He wouldn't hurt you. Not on purpose in that form. As a dude? Well...I sure wouldn't want to piss him off any more than I'm sure I already have."

Without his Alpha there, it wasn't long before Eliot's sleep started to turn restless. The sound of voices soon drifted to his subconscious, and within minutes of Sam making the observation that he was asleep, Eliot had waken up.

He cracked open an eye first, but instead of making it known he was awake, he closed it again to listen on what was found.

No way to break the bond, might as well, he didn't want it broken. And, the whole Alpha thing, that explained why his beast acted like a puppy around Dean. He gave himself away when he started chuckling at Sam's observation about pissing him off though. That was true, few people wanted to piss Eliot Spencer off.

Dean heard the chuckling and craned his head, looking into the room through the cracked door. "Its not nice to listen in on other's conversations!" He pushed off the impala, leaning in the room and smirking. "What're you laughing at, huh?" Sam moved up next to him, peeking around Dean slowly. "Ah..uhm, hi...Eliot. How ya feeling?" He asked nicely, obviously nervous.

Dean nudged Sam slightly before leaning on the door frame. "So I'm assuming you heard all that about the bond, right? I mean, I'm trying to find more but its not that easy finding information on...well the type of werewolf you are. I'm trying though."

Finally Dean just walked in the room, going over to the bed and dropping down next to him. "You don't mind if Sam comes in for a minute, huh? I was planning on sending him to grab a few things. Some more bottled water, beer, just random stuff like that."

"Ain't my fault you keep talkin' about me in my earshot," Eliot retorted. Cover blown, he opened both eyes and sat up. The friendliness in his look towards Dean came to a sudden halt when his gaze shifted towards the brother standing behind his Alpha. Although he heard and smelled Sam around, this was the first time he saw the man after getting shot.

His gaze didn't leave the other man for a second. Even after Dean walked in and sat down beside him, Eliot's gaze continued being locked on Sam with an unreadable look. It was chilly, sure, but equally there was no hate in it either. Just a healthy amount of wariness as was reasonable given their situation. He wanted to address Dean on the whole bond thing, but not while the brother was still around.

Somewhere within him his wolf growled at this enemy, it also recognized that this was family of the Alpha, so it became a confused animal. Thankfully, Eliot was more than a simple beast.

"Sure," Eliot said with a one shoulder shrug. "He's welcome to come in. Room's not mine alone."

Dean looked between the two, raising an eyebrow as Sam walked in slowly and kept his eyes on the man on the bed. Sam wasn't exactly watching Eliot like the man would attack him, but he did look wary. Though, Dean got that. Sam had shot Eliot...in his opinion that gave Eliot every right to retaliate in some way. He reached out, brushing his fingers through Eliot's hair slowly.

Sam grabbed a chair from the table, tugging it closer to them but still keeping his distance. "Look I.." He frowned, unused to having to do this. "I shouldn't have shot you. I should have trusted Dean's judgement...even if I don't like it. He likes you." He shrugged a shoulder, leaning on the chair. He wasn't sure he was comfortable enough to sit yet.

"Damn straight you shouldn't have shot him." He nudged Eliot. "Just as much your room as mine, ya know. You sleep here too." He playfully tugged at Eliot's hair before shifting them back into the same position they had been in before, pulling Eliot into his side so the man could lay his head back on Dean.

After watching them for a moment, Sam actually gave a half smile at seeing his brother so...obviously happy and content. It was almost domestic. Not that he would ever say that out loud for fear of getting knocked out by his brother. "Alright so...you heard what I said about the bond. Dean is pretty safe around you. He's also going to end up pretty much...attached to you too. There were a few descriptions of...psychic bonds? Empathy and maybe a little telepathy? I haven't found enough of that to really tell you much though."

The wolf was confused, but Eliot was not.

Damn right he had the right to retaliate, and no amount of Dean cuddling up to him and petting him would stop him from doing that. He couldn't live with himself if he knew that he let some guy who shot him on purpose go without doing anything, even if the guy was apologetic and his Alpha's brother.

Once Sam got close, more convenient for him so he didn't have to travel as far, Eliot leaped off the bed and pretty much pounced Sam in a blur. He was probably on him before the other hunter had any idea what was going on, and Eliot's fist was already pulled back and smacking into his cheek.

It was probably a good thing that Sam was standing before his chair such that he had less height to fall. Nevermind that Sam was nearly a full head taller and broader than him, Eliot didn't seem to notice that at all as he towered over the guy sitting in the chair.

"Now we're even," he growled before stalking back over to the bed and moving to find himself a spot to lean against Dean. "You were sayin'?"

One second Dean's fingers were sliding through Eliot's hair and the next the bed next to him was empty. Fuck he'd known Eliot could move fast, but he hadn't been expecting that! He watched everything before cracking up when Eliot punched Sam, snorting into his hand and shaking his head. "Eliot don't break my brother!" He said, still laughing.

Sam just looked dazed, hand coming up to rub his face as he stared up at Eliot. "I...ah..yeah? Fuck..." He couldn't move his jaw much. Jesus fucking christ that had hurt like hell. This dude packed a punch.

Dean leaned forward, raising an eyebrow. "You okay, Sammy?" When his little brother nodded slowly he tugged Eliot in close again, shaking his head before leaning his head down and kissing Eliot firmly. "That was kinda hot." He mumbled in his ear before looking back at Sam who was staring at them in shock.

"Anyways, yeah, you were saying something about...empathy and mind reading?"

Eliot wasn't going to argue against a kiss like that. He gave back as good as he got, and by the time he pulled back, he was smirking much like the wolf that got, well, both the cat and the canary.

"How's that s'posed to work?" Eliot asked, his relaxed features scrunching a bit at the thought of developing mind reading abilities with his Alpha. It weirded him, but he nodded his head to show that he accepted these things as facts. If he could be a werewolf, then werewolves could develop psychic abilities made perfect sense.

Oh that wasn't okay! Sam made a sound and closed his eyes, not needing to watch his older brother and his...whatever the hell Eliot was making out on the bed. Dean didn't seem to mind though, growling softly into the kiss as he tangled a hand in Eliot's hair. When Eliot pulled back he was breathing quite a bit heavier and he leaned in to Eliot's ear.

"If you weren't still hurt I'd fuck the hell out of you as soon as Sammy was out the door." He smiled before pulling away to pay attention to what Sam had to say. He frowned a bit, looking confused. "So wait...you're sayin we'll be able to hear each other's thoughts? I...Thats kinda weird."

Sam shook his head, peeking at them before opening his eyes completely. "No...I mean you might not. Nothing might happen or you might both become empathic towards one another instead." Before Dean had a chance to say anything he held his hand up, continuing. "Empathic means you'd be able to tell what the other was feeling, Dean."

Dean just made a face at Sam, throwing a pillow at him. "Bitch." Sam rolled his eyes. "Jerk." He shot back.

Eliot was merely amused by the two of them both until what Sam said caught up to him.

"Wait a minute, you mean we'd be able to feel what each other are feelin'? No! No, no, I say, no! That's..." Before Dean could give him a hurt look, Eliot scowled and shook his head.

"That's too dangerous, man." He narrowed his eyes, "For you. I dunno what you think I do, but it ain't flowers and sunshine. Hell, he shot me." He waved a hand in gesture to Sam although this time there wasn't any malice at the words. Water under the bridge and all that, now he was only making a point.

"And trust me, he ain't the first one to try."

Sam threw up his hands, shaking his head. "No! Nonono not like that! Emotionally! Like..no if you were to get hurt...no. Dean isn't going to feel it if you get shot or stabbed or anything like that. Sorry I guess...I should probably explain this shit better." He noticed the hurt look on Dean's face that was quickly going from hurt to a mixture of anger as well. "Dean don't you even think about getting off that bed until I'm done talking or I'll kick your ass."

Of course, he hoped Eliot wouldn't take that threat in the wrong way. He had no clue how this shit worked. "You'd feel things emotionally. Umm anger, fear, happiness? Uhh love....joy? I don't know how it all works really. Empathy is an emotional connection though. Telepathy would be more dangerous in sharing that kind of pain honestly."

Dean didn't look at Eliot, taking just a moment to send his full glare Sam's way before ignoring his brother completely and pushing off the bed. He grabbed his plate off the nightstand, carrying it to the sink before he washed it and put it away, all the time being none too gentle.

"Don't need empathy to know he's pissed," Eliot muttered as he looked after Dean trying to strangle the life out of a plate, that was before trying to drown it and torture it with the rag. After watching Dean for a while, Eliot got the good sense to leave him alone and addressed Sam directly instead.

"Still... too dangerous. Ain't there a way to stop this telepathy or empathy thing without breakin' the bond?"

Because Eliot wasn't trying to get rid of Dean, he was trying to eliminate all these strings attached that would potentially get them killed. He didn't know how dangerous was what Sam and Dean did for a living, but hunting monsters couldn't be that simple a thing either.

"Don't you think if I knew something I would have already told you? I don't even know how to break the bond!" He said, wincing when he heard a dish hit the bottom of the sink hard. He looked over at Dean slowly, wondering if he was going to end up breaking anything.

"I only know what I've read. There isn't enough information on either of the mental...I'm sorry." He shifted slightly. "I don't know what you do, man. I don't want to know, but...you can't have it any worse than us and what we do." He smiled weakly. "I've watched him get ripped apart by hellhounds and brought back to life four months later. He spent 40 years in hell."

He shrugged before pushing himself up. "Sorry, but nothing you can tell me about your job will compare to what he has been through. Now...I'm gonna try and call Bobby. See if he has any info." He walked to the door. "Dean call me if you need anything." All he got in reply was the middle finger before he sighed and walked out.

"The hell?" Few things could stun Eliot Spencer, but being told that someone went to Hell for 40 years might do it. He stopped short and the rest of what Sam said became background as he merely turned to stare at Dean.

"Is he serious? You..." He trailed off when it was clear that neither of them were joking.

"How's that freakin' possible?" He got up and walked up behind Dean. "Talk to me, man. I get I'm missin' a lot here, and no one's gonna fill me in but you."

But he got that some things of the past should stay in the past. He did, so he wasn't going to push even though this made him physically uncomfortable with how strange it all was and without an explanation. He couldn't help but sniff Dean again, subtly, just to make sure he smelled like he was alive and not some reanimated corpse.

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