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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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.

"I won't." He mumbled, setting the bottle of Jack on the night stand before scooting down until he was lying down. He smiled, pulling Eliot almost on top of him.

"Its not gonna be a problem. Don't worry about it okay? It might not even happen." He shrugged, looking up at Eliot for a moment before wrapping an arm around his waist.

He smirked, shaking his head a bit before leaning up and kissing him, hand grasping the back of his neck to keep him in the kiss.

Eliot wasn't going to argue against a demonstrative reassurance like that. He had no intention of pulling away either, preferring to instead to delve his tongue deep into the hunter's open mouth.

He moaned at the sensation of Dean's tongue sliding over his and he had to put an elbow on the bed to prevent himself from crushing his Alpha.

They parted with Eliot pleasantly panting and out of breath. "Dammit, I can't believe I'm askin' this, man, but you sure this is a good idea right now?"

His hand had moved from the back of Eliot's neck to tangle in his hair, moaning softly into the man's mouth. He was breathless as well and he smiled for a moment before groaning and letting his head fall back against the pillow.

"Not really. I mean, I don't think you're up for anything just yet. We could just keep doing this though..." He kissed him again, briefly this time. "I'm sure you can handle kissing, yeah?"

"Kissin' ain't the problem," Eliot grumbled although he wasn't about to just stop either. His lips met with Dean's again and they locked mouths once more.

It was a healing process of sorts. Wolves nuzzled and got close and well, this was just their version of nuzzling. "Don't say I didn't warn you." There was a real possibility that it wouldn't remain kissing for long if they kept this up.

"I won't let anything happen that could hurt you." He growled softly before pulling him into another deep, heated kiss. Both hands tangled in Eliot's hair now, tugging lightly just to tease as he nipped at the man's tongue.

After a few moments he dropped one hand and instead circled his arm around Eliot's waist again, holding him close against him. He licked at his tongue, chuckling into their kiss.

It was unexpected, but when Eliot heard Dean's growl, he was suddenly very turned on. Eliot found himself keening softly such that it rumbled against Dean's throat.

He wanted more and all this kissing only whetted his appetite.

"I'm healin' up fine. Stop treatin' me like spun glass." He moved down and went to attack Dean's throat with a pleased growl. His hips lowered and pressed against Dean's leg to show him what else was pleased.

Oh wow that keening sound went straight to his groin. "Alright alright..." He groaned, tilting his head back so that Eliot had better access to his throat. He slid his thigh between the man's, rubbing against him.

After a few minutes he tugged Eliot's head back and leaned his head down to latch onto his mark on Eliot's shoulder, growling softly again. He ground up against Eliot's hip, wishing his jeans were gone so he could feel Eliot's skin on his own.

There was no way they could remain unmoved with the amount of growling and grinding that was going on. With how utterly bared Eliot was already, there was no hiding how turned on he was too by it all.

Eliot humped himself lightly against the leg that Dean slipped between his thighs, groaning and tilting his head back to bare his throat for his Alpha. He growled, low like a wolf but at the same time moaned for more Dean.

"Lemme get under you," he said as he fell back onto the bed beside Dean. His back made him cringe slightly from a pained twinge, but it was better than him trying to support himself over Dean.

Christ the sounds Eliot made sometimes. He groaned when the man rolled off him, frowning at the cringe before sighing and rolling until he was facing Eliot. "And what about your back?" He said, leaning in and kissing him again deeply. "Just gonna rub against the bed like this." Of course, if Eliot insisted on more then he would give in. Dean wanted this too much not to.

Especially now that Eliot had admitted he didn't want to break the bond, that he actually wanted...well, this, with Dean. "How about this...you start hurting too much you tell me. If you don't and I find out? I'll kick your ass." He shifted, moving over Eliot slowly with a predatory smile. He slid between his thighs, pressing down against his hips slowly.

And it was at that moment that the door swung open and Sam walked in. He froze a few steps inside the door, staring at them with huge eyes before clapping a hand over his face. "DEAN! God damnit you knew I was coming!" He dropped the large bottle of Jack Daniels on the table. "You're a fucking prick!"

Dean turned towards the door, moving his body instinctively to protect Eliot. "Sam you coulda fuckin' knocked! Fuck!" He looked down at Eliot, giving him a look as Sam spun around and slammed the door behind him as he left the room. "My brother is a jackass." Course, this didn't cause him to move or anything. He was still firmly planted between Eliot's thighs.

As soon as the door slammed shut, Eliot broke into a huge grin that would probably earn him a punch if Dean wasn't trying to make out with him instead. "You did call him over," Eliot pointed out between laughs and snickers of amusement.

He also didn't fail to notice how Dean tried to use his body to shield him, although he wasn't sure if it was to protect him physically or his virtue. Thinking that Dean thought he needed to do either made Eliot snicker again.

"So, you gonna sit there and continue to go all Alpha on me against your brother, who left already, or are you gonna do somethin' about my more immediate problem?" Finally stop chuckling, he glanced down at the fork of his legs where his cock bobbed at more than half mast.

Dean glared down at Eliot for a moment before smiling. "Alright yeah, but he still could've fuckin' knocked." He bent down, kissing him hard. He shook his head a bit when he pulled back. "I didn't go all Alpha. I don't know what you're talking about."

Yup, this was Dean denying everything. He was real good at that. He did look down between them, smirking before sliding a hand down to wrap his fingers around the man's cock, stroking and squeezing slowly. "What would you like me to do with your problem, hmm? There are plenty of solutions." He nudged Eliot's head back and started kissing down his throat, biting just beneath his adam's apple.

Dean's method of getting out of the conversation was a good one, so good that Eliot couldn't even protest it one bit. He merely groaned and revealed his throat to his Alpha, signifying his surrender and acceptance of the other's spot.

What it didn't do was prevent him from reaching down and grabbing Dean's ass.

"You need to get outta these clothes..." he moaned at the strokes. "No one else's gonna walk in on us, right?"

He pulled back, smiling down at Eliot as he worked his jeans open before glancing at the door. After a moment he pushed off the bed, padding across the room and locking the door, smirking back at him. "Unless they kick the door in or pick the lock...nope." He pushed his jeans down his hips, kicking them off before kneeling on the edge of the bed in just his boxers.

"Still can't believe you punched Sammy. Naked too." He snickered, shaking his head before getting his boxers off as well. He licked his lips, locking eyes with Eliot as he crawled back up over him. His hips rolled down smoothly and he groaned before bending his head to nip at his chest and up to his shoulder.

Eliot knew it was the smart thing to do, but he still couldn't help but grunt in impatience when Dean got off him to lock the door. Still, he pushed himself up onto one elbow and admired the way the loosened jeans hugged Dean's hips when the hunter walked.

"Yeah, well, he shot me. Can't let him get away with that without doin' somethin'."

Leaning back onto the bed again, Eliot sighed when Dean's lips finally got working again. His hands went up to run through Dean's hair and guided him up so Eliot may capture his lips in a sloppy kiss.

"Yeah, but NAKED!?" He laughed hard, grinding their hips together as they kissed. He bit and sucked at Eliot's lip, reaching between them and wrapping his hand around their cocks. He thrust into his hand against Eliot.

"Enough talk about...anything." He mumbled against his lips before pulling back slowly and looking down at him. "I think you should fuckin' ride me Eliot. Fuck been wanting to do this since I saw you right before Sam shot you. Then I just wanted to kick him." He kissed him again.

Eliot's shrug was a bit wasted given that his demeanor broke when Dean ended up grabbing his cock. He moaned and ground back against the hunter, hips thrusting lightly to hopefully gain more friction.

"I ain't the one talkin'," he answered just before he shut Dean up quite effectively by kissing him again. When they broke apart, he continued his kissing along Dean's jaw and down his neck, determined to kiss everywhere that he could without having to wiggling down further.

"Can't get 'nough of you," he murmured against the hollow of Dean's throat. His lips found the small lump of the adam's apple and he sucked at it lightly.

He made a face at Eliot, laughing softly before tilting his head back and groaning softly. "Feelings mutual, Eliot." He mumbled, gasping when his adam's apple was sucked. He bit his lip, closing his eyes. "Need to get the lube if we're gonna take this much further."

He really didn't want to pull away though. He'd thrown the lube in the bedside table so he eyed the table for a moment, finally groaning and rolling off Eliot. He pulled the drawer open, snagging the bottle and smiling. "Get over here."

"You better say you have lube—" Eliot started as soon as Dean got off him for the second time in five minutes, but was satisfied to stop when he saw the prize in the hunter's hand. It turned into an arched eyebrow instead.

"And why aren't you comin' back here?" he asked, but he did roll onto his front and crawled over slowly, like he was prowling despite being in his human skin. He didn't stop even when he was upon Dean, moving up over his legs and finally settling over him.

He kissed him again. "How does your brother make you want me ridin' you?"

He laughed, raising an eyebrow. "Because I done told you, I want you to ride me." He mumbled, going quiet when he saw the prowling movements of the man, eyes locking onto him to watch him. "You hunting me?" He licked his lips, smirking a bit.

He leaned his head back, smiling wider as Eliot crawled up and over him until the werewolf was straddling him. "Fuck yes..." He rocked up, pressing against him before flipping the lube open and pouring some onto his fingers. He kissed back, sucking on his tongue.

"I meant been wanting you since I saw you fighting those dudes. You're fuckin' hot when you fight, man." He chuckled, reaching back and circling his hole with a slick finger. "Want to spar with you sometime. Seriously."

Eliot leaned his head down on Dean's shoulder when he felt the finger teasing his entrance. He clenched against its entry.

Twisting slightly in his seat, Eliot moved so he was raised on his knees and leaning forward against Dean. He put one arm on Dean's shoulder to balance himself, then pushed back with his ass to encourage Dean to push his finger in more.

Meanwhile though, he was chuckling like Dean said something incredibly funny. "Seriously? Sure... we can go a few rounds sometime. I'll try not to break any of your bones." He smirked and nipped at Dean's jaw a bit.

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