hunterusheroicus | Dean Winchester/Eliot

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.

Once Sam was out of the room Dean stopped, feeling Eliot behind him and hearing the question, knowing he should probably explain. "If I'm tellin' this story I need something stronger than beer." He mumbled, grabbing a glass and the bottle of Jack sitting on the counter. He filled the glass before heading over to the bed and sitting back against the headboard.

He laid his head back, gathering his thoughts about that whole period of time in his life. "Sit, please." He motioned to the bed before taking a large drink and scrubbing his fingers through his hair.

"Okay so it was a few years ago. You know what we hunt. Sam...well...he's different. Our mom made a deal with a demon before we were born. She didn't know what all it entailed, but in the end she was basically offering up Sam. When he was six months old a demon got into his nursery and fed him demon blood. Killed our mom the same night. It was just...a big mess. Our dad raised us as hunters." He closed his eyes for a moment.

"Jump ahead. Ends up Sam wasn't the only one. He ended up getting taken to this ghost town of a village. Most haunted place in America. Dropped in the middle of this place with these other...special kids with powers like him. They were put there to kill one another. Sam and this guy, Jake, were the only two left by the time me and Bobby got there. So Sam ran and the dude killed him." He snorted, shaking his head. "I summoned a crossroads demon and sold my soul. I got one year before they were gonna drag my soul to hell, but Sam got to live."

The look on his face turned pained. "Year passed and the hellhounds came for me. Thats why I don't like dogs. You have something as fearsome as a hellhound come after you? Yeah it leaves a fucking mark. So I went to hell. Time passes differently there. Here I was gone four months. Down there it was forty years. I spent the first thirty on the rack being tortured...then...they kept offering to let me down. To free me...if I would just pick up the tools and start doing the torturing...so I did."

And if Eliot really looked when Dean opened his eyes and took another gulp he would see how bright Dean's eyes suddenly were with tears. He turned his head quickly though, hoping the man wouldn't see them. "Ten years I tortured souls. They...they screamed and they begged and I liked it. I would have become a demon if Cas hadn't come after me. Cas is an angel... like from Heaven kinda angel. He helps us out occasionally, but now that he's pretty much taken over getting Heaven back under control since the Apocalypse we don't see him much."

At that point, Eliot reached out for the bottle of Jack and just drank it straight from the bottle. In the last five minutes, he discovered that angels were real, demons were real, apparently an apocalypse happened, hell and heaven were real, which by extension he was pretty much destined for hell, and that his Alpha apparently spent four decades there already.

In fact, one bottle of JD suddenly didn't seem nearly enough.

"It happened. It's done. That doesn't mean anythin' here and now except what you let it mean." Because it didn't matter to Eliot. His life wasn't as adventurous as Dean's, but he was no white lily himself.

At least Dean went there because he sold his soul to save his brother. Eliot's place there, when he eventually died, would be completely be of his own making.

"Easy for you to say." He mumbled softly, looking down at the glass in his hand as a tear streaked down his face. "I know your...line of work can get rough...you've probably done some fucked up shit..." He shook his head again, still looking anywhere but Eliot. "But you didn't train under the best in Hell...you didn't let...let him..." He couldn't finish and he just chugged down the rest of his glass in one breath.

He sat the glass on the night stand down with a heavy thud before reaching for his cellphone. He dialed Sam's cell, speaking as soon as he heard him pick up. "Bring me some more Jack. Big bottle. No questions, just do it."

Then he flipped it shut and closed his eyes, unable to deny that there were tears on his face again. "I took pleasure in what I did. I would have been his...second in command had I not gotten out. I remember all of it. Every fucking second. Every soul that begged me to stop..." His head hung, voice dropping almost to a whisper. "S'why I didn't want to use that acid on you...to...to burn you..." Because he'd done that plenty in Hell.

Until the new bottle came, Eliot gave Dean back the one he took after another swallow of the brew. It burned right into his stomach and he tried to hold onto that warmth. For a werewolf with higher body temperatures, he felt awfully chilled at the moment.

"I ain't judgin'," he told Dean again and looked at his Alpha hoping to catch the man's gaze. "You did what you did. It was Hell... I don't even know how fucked up that place must be."

He placed a hand on Dean's knee and just rested it there to let the hunter know he was there and he wasn't pulling away.

"Dean... you're right. I have done things I'm not proud of. Horrible, terrible things, and I don't even have the excuse of sayin' I was in Hell to explain it. I'm not a good guy, Dean. Not even close. So I'm not judgin' you. I don't have the right to judge."

He downed a long swig, intending to get fucked up if at all possible sometime during the course of the day. He'd pushed these memories down for so long, but it hadn't felt right not telling Eliot once Sam brought it all up.

When the hand found his knee he slowly looked up, shining green eyes meeting Eliot's. "You know it was technically my fault the Apocalypse happened? You see, good ol' Lucifer was locked away in this cage that dear old Dad put him in. Time out for the bad kid. There are 666 seals on this cage, but only 66 needed to break to let him out." He snorted, rolling his eyes and taking another swig before offering the bottle to Eliot.

"The first seal was broken when a righteous man's soul went to hell and willingly stepped off the rack and took up the tools of torture....guess who the righteous man was?" He said it sarcastically, voice bitter. "The whole...Sam demon blood thing? Sam was the one meant to break the last seal...to let Luci out into the world. Turns out me and Sam are the vessels of Lucifer and Michael...two brothers who can't get over their shit. But Sam let Lucifer use him as a meat suit, let that asshole wear him to the prom....and ended up throwing both Lucifer and Michael back in the cage."

He slid his hand over Eliot's, squeezing before tugging at his arm, hoping he would get the hint that Dean needed to feel him close. That he needed the comfort of knowing that Eliot really wasn't pulling away.

Most of that honestly went over Eliot's head as Dean delved into stories of Lucifer and archangels, fantastical adventures that pretty much existed outside of Eliot's norm. And his norm, ever since getting changed into a werewolf, had expanded considerably.

But he sensed that Dean needed to speak as much as he wanted Eliot there to listen, so he didn't interrupt but just kept is hand squeezing Dean's knee.

It was when he felt the hunter slip his own hand over his that Eliot finally moved forward and enveloped the man into his embrace.

"There's no use chasin' the past on this one. World's still standin', so that apocalypse of yours didn't come to pass. Don't go beatin' yourself up over it." He raised his hand to card gently through Dean's hair as he held his Alpha close to his chest.

He leaned into Eliot, closing his eyes and pressing his face against his skin. "Thanks." He said quietly after a few minutes, lifting his head to look at Eliot. "I haven't talked to anyone about...any of that in a long time. It felt good to get it off my chest for once." He leaned in, kissing Eliot softly before leaning back against the headboard again.

"So, you know, you can't really pull that whole monster card on me. I been to hell, buddy, and I did some fucked up shit there. If anyone...if anyone here is the monster its me." He pulled Eliot, getting the man to lie down with him. "And until Sam figures all this crap out you're stuck with me." He looked down, shrugging a shoulder.

"Damn it Sammy needs to hurry up with the damn whiskey." He mumbled, snagging the bottle of Jack and taking a long swig.

Eliot laid down, but he did growl a bit at hearing Dean call himself a monster. He wasn't one to talk though, not with him actually being a monster, both in the werewolf sense and what he used to do for a living.

"Don't think that counts," he just muttered then followed it with a sigh. With Dean's lead in for him, now was probably as good a time to discuss this whole bond thing as any.

"Dean, listen. I heard you the other day and I know you don't want to break this... whatever this is between us. And the truth of it is," Elito growled low when it seemed like Dean wanted to say something, "No, listen. Thing is... damnit, I don't think I want to either. I know, I know what I said before this, alright, but... last night... I've never felt so at ease durin' a full moon before. I've been fightin' the beast for years, man, and last night, I could actually sleep. And that never happened before."

He shifted, opening his mouth to speak and snapping it back shut when Eliot growled at him. He did just listen, watching him before giving a half smile. "So you don't mind being stuck with me?" He asked softly, shifting and wrapping his arms around Eliot.

"I...I know you heard me and I mean...well you know I do care right? I mean I'm not gonna be all sentimental here and shit but I'm happy." He leaned in, brushing his fingers through his hair before tugging him in close again.

"I like last night though. I mean, I admit I like you better like this, but it was kinda nice. Laying with you on the couch and falling asleep..."

"Don't make me repeat that," Eliot growled instead as he turned so her could stretch out properly beside Dean.

"I've got no friggin' clue how it's s'posed to work and what your brother said about that telepathy thing... It ain't gonna be a problem, is it?" Eliot was relaxing against Dean though and even his gruff tone wasn't used as more than trivial annoyance.

He hoped Sam wouldn't walk in on them like this. Eliot didn't feel like that Jack was necessary anymore and it would just be awkward right now.

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