Dean Winchester/Eliot

[hunterusheroicus]

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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[golden_retriever]

"Devil's trap?" Eliot repeated, wondering if he should go take a look. He felt too comfortable laid out against Dean though and made a note to do that later, before he left at dusk.

As touching as Dean's words were, Eliot couldn't stop himself snorting slightly at them. True, he was genuinely moved by the hunter's trust, but he thought it meant that the man was either naive or stupid. He didn't seem like either to Eliot.

"I wouldn't trust me," Eliot said but then shook his head. "Ah, forget it. Let's just sleep."

[hunterusheroicus]

He shrugged again before dropping his head down. His fingers started brushing through Eliot's hair idly as he let his eyes fall shut. Damn he really was tired now. It wasn't much longer before he was asleep, arm tightening slightly around him in his sleep.

[golden_retriever]

Eliot sighed but didn't struggle out of Dean's hold, at least, not right now. It was in the wee hours of the night, after a good two hours of sleep before he carefully moved himself out of the hunter's grasp. The man had shifted then anyway and it wasn't much of a problem anymore.

As he promised, perhaps to tease the guy, he sniffed out Sam and left a note pinned to his door saying where he would be able to find Dean.

On his part, Eliot expected to never see the hunter again.

[hunterusheroicus]

The next morning Dean woke up to a loud hammering on the door. He jumped, reaching for his knife before remembering he didn't have it. He also noticed Eliot was gone and he groaned before shaking his head. "Fuckin...damn it!"

He pushed himself up, wrapping the ruined sheet around him before opening the door cautiously. Sam stood outside the door, smirking before holding up the note that Eliot had left before he raised an eyebrow at Dean. "Holy shit he worked you over didn't he?"

Dean rolled his eyes, opening the door wider. "Shut up, bitch. None of your damn business who did what." He absently scratched at the marks Eliot had left around his neck and shoulders, blushing. Sam just snickered before sitting at the table. "Jerk. At least he told me where you were."

Dean showered after flipping Sam off and once he was dressed they checked out and left. Sam teased him the entire time until Dean finally threatened to knock his ass out.