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 kept up the stroking, squeezing slightly as he looked up at Eliot. "So come. Know you want to, Eliot." He mumbled, groaning and thrusting his hips up again. "I ain't gonna last much longer either, wanna feel you." He slid the hand on Eliot's his down to his thigh and back up, just pressing and touching him gently.

"Fuck, Eliot..." He moaned loudly, letting his head fall back against the pillows on the bed.

The strokes, the squeezes, they brought him to the very edge and those words were all that was required to finally bring him over.

"Fuck... Dean!!!" With a startling cry, he tensed and came hard into Dean's hand. His body stiffened and went still above the hunter, and with Dean buried deep in him still, he clamped down to squeeze him back with his muscles' natural reaction.

Oh sweet jesus the clenching of Eliot's body was amazing. Dean shuddered hard, thumb swirling around the head of his cock as he continued thrusting. He'd already been close, but the sounds Eliot made and what his body was doing to him was all he needed.

He thrust up hard one last time, spilling into Eliot as he clung to him. His hips jerked slightly before he finally relaxed slightly. His fingers brushed through the come on his chest and stomach before lifting his hand up and licking them off slowly.

"Christ Eliot...that was fuckin' amazing." He pulled him down, kissing him deeply before just laying back and relaxing.

Eliot kissed back, savoring both the kiss and the taste before grinning with wolfish satisfaction. "Mmm... I could smell your scent on me."

When he rolled off Dean and fell back onto the bed, he grimaced at the impact. Somewhere in the midst of all that rutting though, he had pulled open his wound and it started to bleed.

"Damn... I hate gettin' shot," he muttered under his breath before curling onto his side facing Dean.

He looked up at him, winking. "Good. Course I'm pretty sure I smell like you too." He shifted, watching Eliot roll and raising an eyebrow at the wince. He wrapped an arm around Eliot, craning his neck to look at his back. "Well you aren't bleeding horribly or anything. Its healing up good now."

He closed his eyes, curling his arm around the man to pull him close before opening them and looking at him. "Pretty sure everyone hates getting shot. It really sucks when it kills you, I'll tell you that. Getting shot in the chest hurts like a bitch." Thankfully the pain had only lasted a split second, but it had been bad enough.

"It feels different too." Eliot grinned a but, feeling the most relaxed he had in a very long time.

"Yeah? You'd know this because...?" Leaning forward, Eliot nuzzled at Dean lazily as a wolf would. There was a lot of things he didn't know about Dean, like no doubt what Dean didn't know about him, and he had a feeling this was one of those things. On 2013-05-04 4:59 AM, "hunterusheroicus - DW Comment" < dw_null@dreamwidth.org> wrote:

Dean shifted, relaxing more as Eliot nuzzled against him. "Hmm been shot like that. Died then too...didn't go to Hell that time. Got chased through Heaven by the dicks with wings while looking for Joseph who is apparently the angel who talks to God while the Big Guy is on his massive siesta." He shrugged, not really figuring Eliot would find it weird that he'd been to Heaven as well. Not after his story of Hell.

"Found the guys who shot me and Sammy and beat their asses. Course once they realized we were alive they damn near pissed themselves. Pretty damn funny if you ask me." He said, turning his head as he shifted before pressing his face against Eliot's throat, growling before he kissed, licked, and nipped all along it.

"Seriously?" Eliot pulled back to give Dean a questionable look. Anyone else he would be questioning their sanity, but something told him his Alpha wasn't lying here.

"Only you, man," he muttered as he laid back down against the human and shook his head. His back twinged, but he was noticing it less and less as it healed.

"How the hell did you come back from heaven? Hell, why would you even want to? It's.... it's heaven, man."

"When you have angels hunting you down to try and force you to be someone's prom dress for the final battle? You don't want to stick around." He knew there was no way Eliot would understand what the hell he'd just said so he took a deep breath before kissing the top of his head.

"Okay...angels are real. Basically...there are two archangels...Michael and Lucifer. I'm sure you've heard of Lucifer before. Anyways, apparently me and Sammy had this big destiny where we are their perfect vessels. We were supposed to say yes so they could use us for the final battle. I said no to Michael...Sam said yes to Lucifer, but only to throw his ass back to hell. Its a lot to take in. I know...and I suck at explanations." He shrugged a bit beneath him before tilting his head and kissing him.

Eliot recalled Dean having told him some of that before, but hearing it on the retell didn't make it anymore confusing. Angels were supposed to be the good guys, and Lucifer...

"Shit, your brother's the devil incarnate?" Eliot rolled his eyes. "No wonder I don't like him." Though the whole being shot by him bit might have something to do with it as well.

He turned so he could kiss Dean back a bit. "Seriously, anyone else and I'd sign them off as nuts."

"Sammy is not the devil incarnate, Eliot." Dean have him a withering look, shaking his head and sighing. "He just happens to be his perfect meatsuit. And no, angels aren't always the good guys. Michael, the one who wanted to use me as a meatsuit? Yeah his little lackeys tortured me and Sam trying to get me to say yes. Lets see...gave me stage 4 stomach cancer, stole my lungs, stole Sammy's lungs..."

He sighed, shaking his head. "Sad to say, Lucifer never tortured us to get Sam to say yes. Hell he pretty much left us alone until the end." He shrugged a shoulder before settling down with him again.

"Glad to know you don't think I'm nuts then. Sometimes even I think I'm crazy though...living this life? Yeah you get that way every once in a while."

Eliot would point out the obvious statement that, not only was Sam the devil's suit on earth, but he shot him, except Eliot wasn't one to hold grudges when it was gone and forgiven. However, Eliot could understand the statement and his grimace showed.

"Sometimes, evil doesn't mean they'll do bad things, and vice versa. Good and evil ain't that simple.... but I think y'know that." Eliot turned to look up at the ceiling.

"Dean, I've met people who are nuts. You ain't one of them."

"I know. We've dealt with stuff like that before. Hell, Michael and the other angels were supposed to be the good guys, yeah? Good guys that gave me stomach cancer, took mine and sam's lungs...even kidnapped our baby brother after bringing him back to life and trying to use him against me....all to get me to say yes." He shifted, fingers tangling in Eliot's hair briefly, using it to pull him up into a kiss.

"But all thats in the past. We got rid of that son of a bitch and Lucifer too. Now we just hunt." He turned his head slightly, nuzzling his nose into Eliot's hair next and closing his eyes. "You should hunt with us. When you aren't doing your own jobs I mean."

Eliot's brows rose at the invitation. "You know what ok am, Dean... You're askin' a monster to hunt other monsters with you?"

He moved back to kissing the other man, not understanding this bond that was growing between them but knowing that it wasn't a bad thing. He felt good, relaxed, like he was at home with Dean.

The thing was, he wanted to say yes. He barely knew the guy and this level of trust scared him.

"How'd you know I won't end up hurtin' you guys? I know nothin' about bein' on the hunting side."

The anger that showed on Dean's face showed exactly what he thought about Eliot calling himself that. "You are not a god damned monster and I swear to god I hear you call yourself that again and I'll knock the hell out of you, Eliot. Do you hear me?"

He kissed him regardless of the anger he felt at hearing the words, taking a deep breath as he shook his head. "A monster kills people for shits and giggles. A monster does evil things, bad things, purely for fun. Do you go out and rip people apart? You kill people just to eat their hearts? You kill kids Eliot? Huh?" Yeah he really was mad.

"I trust you. Whether you trust yourself or me or not. I don't care. I'm still askin'. And you know what? You can learn. If you're so afraid you'll hurt one of us then do it." He stared straight into Eliot's eyes. "Hurt me. Right now. Do it."

Eliot's expression remained neutral despite Dean's outburst. Or, perhaps, because of it although there was a moment when that control slipped and a look of annoyance and aghast horror crossed the werewolf's eyes.

"What? No!" He growled and glared slightly. "You're missin' the point! You don't know about me. I'm not a good man, Dean." He dipped to give the other mean an even look. "Even before this.... this curse, I did things..."

He closed his eyes but when he opened them, they were even and unwavering. "If you're gonna be with me, you gotta know that. I've killed people... I still do. I can only promise you that it'll be the situation and it won't be cause of this beast inside me."

"Oh don't give me that shit! You don't think we've had to kill things before that maybe didn't exactly deserve killing? Or ones we didn't want to kill? Let me ask you this." He stared him straight in the eyes still. "Have you every killed an innocent on purpose for fun?"

He tangled his fingers in Eliot's hair, leaning their foreheads together. "I've killed people too. I killed someone because he was going to kill you. And I don't feel sorry for doing it."

"Not for fun... never that..." Eliot murmured but was interrupted by what Dean revealed to him. His eyes widened, not so much that Dean had killed but because Dean killed for him. They had met up only twice as strangers for a quick fuck, even with this whole bond thing, how could Dean do that for him?

"You're serious," he exclaimed in surprise. Not that he wasn't, but he couldn't believe he got someone's loyalty that quickly.

Then his mind did some resetting and he went back to what Dean said. "Those guys back at the museum?" He followed the question with a low growl. "They fuckin' deserve it."

"Hell yeah I'm serious. I know..." He sighed, trying to think of the words, trying to get this all out. Dean didn't DO emotional, didn't do the chick flick moments and yet this felt like one. Even if just barely. "I know we haven't really been doing this much. But we have this bond and...maybe that had a lot to do with it, but I'd kill that asshole all over again. He was trying to kill you and..." He frowned, not knowing how Eliot might take his next statement, but hoping it wouldn't cause problems. "You're mine. I mean...fuck I'm your alpha, right? Thats what they figured out."

He pressed their lips together again, briefly. "They did deserve it. I'm not gonna let someone hurt you like that again. Fuck I knocked my own brother out after he shot you. With the butt of my gun. And I wasn't fucking gentle."

Eliot could only stare while he tried to process Dean's words in his mind in a way that made sense or fit. It didn't, yet they felt so right and what he wanted.

"Fuck... yeah, you're my Alpha." He growled finally and leaned forward to simply be closer to Dean. That felt right too in a way that made no sense to him.

For once, he didn't want to fight it like how he always did against things initiated by his beast and just sighed and accepted it. He accepted this bond thing with Dean, he might as well accept this too. Though he shook his head after a while. "That ain't the reason," he said, "not for killin' them. They were tryin' to kill me, and hey, done the things I have, I have enemies. I accept that. Dean, you can't kill all the people who wants me dead, man. I'm wanted in several countries...."

Trailing off, he growled again. "But that ain't he reason. Those guys, you know that bombin' a few days ago? That killed a few people? They fuckin' planted that bomb. They were after me."

When Eliot leaned in closer to him he pressed his face in against the man's neck, inhaling deeply. He wished he had the sense of smell Eliot did. He wanted to be able to smell Eliot on him and know, even when they weren't together.

He pulled back though, staring. "They planted that damn bomb! There were KIDS in that building!" He almost snarled it, face set in a furious frown. "Well...fuck I really am glad I killed that motherfucker! I know I can't protect you all the time. I know you got shit you have to do, but damn it I can try and I'm going to. Thats...part of why I want you coming with us."

"Exactly!" Eliot snarled, glad that they were on the same page about those people. And to his eyes, it certainly justified killing those men and now Dean knew it too. Although he was still not sure what he felt about knowing Dean had killed without knowing all that before hand, and all just for him.

Calmed by the nuzzling though, Eliot did let out a disgruntled, "Dean, I don't need protectin'. Whatever this Alpha-bond thing is... I don't need you to protect me, alright? If I come with you..." Eliot still couldn't believe he was seriously considering that, "it won't be cause I need your protectin'. We clear on that?"

Then after a moment, he added, "And you might wanna talk to your brother about this first. You two have been livin' together and gone through a lot together, it ain't just your decision."

"You know what I mean, damn it." He grumbled back, giving him a look before ducking his head. Okay yeah Eliot definitely didn't need Dean to protect him, but its not like the instinct wasn't still there for him. Why couldn't Eliot just understand and accept it.

"You let me handle Sammy. I honestly think you two could get along if you'd only try." He shifted a bit, slipping his arms around his waist.

Eliot's mouth quirked upwards into a lopsided grin as he considered Dean's observation. "You told him that?" Eliot got the distinct feeling that despite being the one who was shot, Sam was likely going to be the one less eager to be friends with a mo... non-human.

"I'll think about it," he allowed. "I've still got jobs... got one I need to finish up here despite it bein' a set up, and need to make sure whoever set me up won't do it again. Then... If I'm between jobs, I could, maybe, join you for a bit."

He shrugged a shoulder, smiling and kissing him quickly. "Thats fine, just...you'll have my cellphone number before we head out of town. I'm sure we'll be able to meet up. Hell look how often we've already run into each other. And last time you even helped me kill a demon." He nodded before stretching out.

"Plus I think it'll be good for us to be together...what with the bond and all." And yeah he was trying to make it sound like no big deal, but it was his excuse for wanting to be near him.

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