hunterusheroicus | Dean Winchester/Eliot

"Those guys won't be going anywhere anytime soon." He carefully pulled Eliot out of the car, grabbing his duffel bag out of the back seat before locking the car and hefting the werewolf with him. "Just hold on to me." He made his way to their room slowly and got the door open before maneuvering him to the bed and dumping his bag on the floor.

"No neighbors. No one is anywhere near us." He pulled the curtains shut, body on autopilot as he spread salt along the bottom of the door and along the window. Once he was done he kicked his duffel bag over by the table before pulling his gun from his jeans and laying it down on the bedside table.

He'd gotten a room with only one bed, but he hadn't really been thinking. He just wanted to make sure the werewolf was going to be ok. "Tell me what happened. Who the hell were those guys?"

Long explanations may have to wait, but Eliot tried to get the gist of it out to Dean. "Hired thugs," he said as he settled into the bed on his side so as to not press onto the wound. It wasn't closing yet either, the silver was slowing down his supernatural abilities to heal.

Closing the blinds to make the place dimmer helped, so did knowing that there was no one around. He weakly noted where Dean placed the gun, but he didn't move towards it. It was questionable if he could even if he wanted to.

"Was a set up... Messed up a job earlier, guy hired me for a second one to make it even." He breathed out slowly and closed his eyes. "Goons been tryin' to kill me since I got in town."

He watched him for a moment before shifting, moving Eliot carefully until he was resting in Dean's lap. It gave Dean a chance to just slide his fingers through his hair slowly. He nodded as he listened and then he remembered the tip and growled. "Yeah it was a set up alright. Me and Sam were tipped off to a werewolf in the area. We were told to go to that building. Fuck."

He leaned his head back against the headboard, still brushing through his hair. "Look just...we'll stay here until you're healed up. And yes I said we. Sam won't be able to find us. I paid cash and used a name I've never used before. Plus he wouldn't look at a place like this." He chuckled, but there was no real amusement behind it. "He'd figure on looking either at the nastiest dives or someplace real upscale in town to find me."

Eliot should be pushing Dean away except something about the tender way the hunter held him and pillowed his head helped calm his wolf down. He had noted it last time yet it was more prominent this time with how it was able to calm the snarling and injured beast.

He still didn't understand, but given his condition right now, he was just glad that he didn't have to fight the monster inside him as well.

"Fuck... Means he knows... damnit." He suppose eventually, someone was going to figure out his secret. This was possibly the worst way though.

Agitated, Eliot's expression scrunched up with pain before he breathed out slowly to concentrate away from it again. It was almost like he was using breathing exercises to manage it. "What'd he shoot me with?" Even Eliot knew that it wasn't a normal bullet to make him feel feverish like this. He also began shivering too.

"Don't worry about that right now. You're safe thats whats important." He worked the blankets around carefully, covering Eliot as best as he could, still holding the man close.

"We were using silver bullets. Thats what Sam hit you with. You probably have silver poisoning." He bent down without thinking, pressing a kiss to his temple. "Right now you just need to relax. Do painkillers even work right on you? I have some out in the car."

His eyes widened for a moment and he cursed. "I have to hide the Impala. As soon as Sam sees it he'll know where we are. Do you think you'll be ok for half an hour? You can try to rest."

"N-no drugs," Eliot gritted out, a general comment regardless of whether they worked or not. He hated the fuzzy edge they gave everything in order to dull the pain, and although injured, he would rather suffer it than have that added layer.

"Leave me a w-weapon," he said as he shifted and got away from Dean. His inner wolf growled and caused his eyes to phase partially to yellow again, but for the moment he still seemed to be in control.

"And d-don't come back." While Dean seemed to calm the beast, Eliot didn't want to risk it. With the full moon coming soon, he knew that his temper would flare as his hold on the wild creature became more tenuous day by day.

He stood up, pulling the duffel bag up onto the table and digging through. He pulled out a different pistol, laying it on the bedside table before picking up his. He pushed it into the back of his jeans, dropping his shirt over before also pulling out a knife.

As soon as Eliot told him not to come back he turned angry eyes down on him. "Fuck you. I'm coming back in thirty minutes and so help me if you aren't here, Eliot. If you try and fucking take off in your condition." He growled before moving onto the bed next to him, hovering over him.

"You might can kick my ass when you're in tip top, but you aren't right now. I'll beat the hell out of you." He stared down at him for a moment, staring into those yellowed eyes before bending down and kissing him hard. "Stay. Here."

"Fuckin' moron..." Eliot gritted out after the kiss but he couldn't argue or gather the strength to explain. It was a bad idea for Dean to stay, he was, after all, a monster, a hurt one at that.

Instead, he reached and grabbed onto Dean's shirt before the guy could go. It was hard focusing and his vision weaved slightly, but Eliot blinked and forced himself to concentrate.

"Fine... I won't leave." He couldn't even if he wanted to, not like this. And although he healed relatively quickly normally, a wound like this would still put him down for a few days, and there was no telling what the silver would do.

He wouldn't be able to get out of here before the full moon, that he was certain.

Which was why it was more imperative that Dean didn't stay.

"Come back... after a week." By then the three days of the full moon would've passed.

"No." He said firmly, staring down at him. "I'm not leaving you here alone for a week. Why the hell are you trying to get me to stay away, Eliot?" He glanced towards the door. Sam would probably be out looking for them now, if he could find a car. He remembered seeing a mall down the road a little ways. He could call a cab to pick him up from there after dropping the Impala off in the parking garage.

"Look, whatever you are so scared of, I'm not worried about it. You let me deal." Of course he wasn't thinking about the full moon. Not at all. Though with the way he was feeling, it wouldn't have mattered anyways.

"Just listen!" Eliot growled, but the shout having taken more out of him than the was ready for and reduced him to short gasps for moments afterwards.

The hunter was a good guy, he could tell. He would actually feel bad if he hurt him because of this. He could already feel part of that rage and frustration building when Dean wouldn't listen, and his earlier fight with those goons had been in part affected by it.

His next words were harsh whispers, but he couldn't let Dean come back and be in danger. "Can't... control the beast."

"Eliot, just..." He sighed, shaking his head. "I'm coming back. As soon as I get the Impala hidden. You can be pissed off at me and growly and...whatever the hell you want later after you've healed up. I'm not staying away. We'll figure something out."

He kissed him again, growling into the kiss before speaking, voice still low and growly and authorative. "Just stop arguing and listen to me. Get some rest."

Eliot found he couldn't argue that. Just something in the way Dean said those words... He sighed and moved to wrap himself tighter in the blankets.

"Fuckin' idiot," he muttered, but listened in that he did stop arguing. There was no point in wasting much needed breath when the hunter was too stupid for his own good.

He also felt his body relax easier, and giving Dean a resigned glare, he settled to rest as commanded. Whatever it was, his wolf didn't seem to want to fight anymore and when Eliot closed his eyes, they were blue again.

"I'm going to bring back food too. I don't know how long we'll need to be holed up in here." He sighed as he got up off the bed. His fingers brushed through Eliot's hair one last time before he snagged the keys to the Impala and headed out.

Eliot hadn't meant to, especially not with himself in a strange place not of his choosing and enemies possibly closing in, but he slept. His body needed it and it was getting hard to focus anyway. Even discounting the fever that burned his already unnatural body temperature even higher, his vision had been weaving ever since he got into the bedroom. The best way to deal with it was to sleep, but... did he trust Dean that much that he believed him when he said he was safe?

He must've though, for even half an hour later, Eliot was dozing lightly under the covers, the weapons untouched where Dean had left them.

It had taken Dean a bit longer than he'd thought to get back, but he was back at least. He slipped into the room carrying a couple bags containing food and anything else he thought he might need from the Impala as well as the two rugs with devils traps on them.

He set the food down, humming to himself as he checked on Eliot before laying the rugs down. He pulled two hex bags out of one of the bags on the table, setting one by the window and another in the bedside table.

Once he felt he had everything situated he put the food up. After, Dean toed off his boots and tugged off his socks before pulling his shirt off and laying down next to Eliot. He wrapped an arm around him, mumbling softly to him the whole time so the man wouldn't lash out in his sleep.

It said something about Eliot's state that he hadn't realized the door had opened and Dean had returned until the man was checking on him. He tensed a bit and made a soft noise from the pain, but for all appearances it would seem that he hadn't waken.

Which was the same thing, for after identifying that it was Dean, he relaxed and moved back into dozing again. If he was of his right mind, he would be concerned how relaxed he felt around him.

When he was aware again it was when Dean was slipping into the bed with him. He felt the dip in the bed and the soft reassuring mumbles, so this time, he decided to crack open an eye.

Everything still felt topsy-turvy, but he was felt marginally. Maybe. It might've actually been his imagination. But that didn't stop him from muttering, "Moron."

He rolled his eyes at the insult, shifting them so that Eliot's head was on his chest "Asshole." He sighed, tugging at his sleeve. "I need to get you out of this shirt. Got blood all over it, plus it would be easier to check the bullet hole." He thought about it for a moment. "You mind me ruining your already ruined shirt?"

He rubbed the back of his neck, smiling a bit as his thumb brushed the mark on his neck slowly. "Since this place is a little nicer we actually have a kitchenette so theres actually real food. If you still can't get up and you get hungry tell me."

Eliot snorted at the question and made a soft noise of acquiesce. It wasn't like the shirt was salvageable anyway.

The hand brushing against his neck made him whimper lightly and he leaned in closer against Dean's chest. He moaned and sighed lightly.

"You tellin' me you know how to cook?" He whispered in a pained chuckle. He didn't mean to insult the man but Dean just didn't look like the cooking type.

He squeezed his neck gently before letting his fingers continue rubbing and brushing over his skin. He looked down, raising an eyebrow before smiling. "Yeah I know how to cook a little. Probably couldn't pull off anything special, but burgers, simple stuff, and hey I can even cook steak." He nodded a bit before relaxing more.

"Are you sure you don't want something for the pain? You're safe. I've made sure of that." He sighed softly, pushing Eliot's hair away from his face slowly. "Me and Sammy bounced around from hotel to hotel our whole lives and were left to fend for ourselves at the best of times. Dad was out hunting most of the time so I had to learn how to cook something other than spaghetti-os and cereal."

"No drugs," Eliot insisted with a very light shake of his head. He didn't move much after that, letting Dean all but pet him.

The surprising thing was instead of grumbling and pulling away, Eliot continued to let him. This was the most intimate he had been with anyone, most vulnerable too, and he found himself only getting more relaxed.

"I cook," he murmured, eyes closing again when he got too tired. "I'll make you somethin' when I'm better." It was the least he could do for what Dean was doing for him.

"Okay okay. No drugs." He mumbled, closing his eyes as he continued to pet him. He wasn't really tired, but laying like this with Eliot was definitely nice. He shifted, mumbling softly. "Sounds like a plan to me. Get some more rest and I'll fix us up something."

He leaned his head against Eliot's, rubbing over his side with his other arm slowly.

Eliot nodded silently, seemingly relaxed against Dean until his body began shuddering slightly. He didn't make any noise of complaint but every so often, he would get into bouts of shivering.

The longer Dean had the werewolf resting up against him, the more the hunter would realize how hot Eliot was. His body temperature was above even the last two times they met.

"Not hungry..." Eliot eventually whispered with a slight shake of his head. "Get me water."

He had noticed that Eliot was burning up, even for him. He frowned before working his way out of the bed without jarring the man around. He pulled a bottle of water out of the fridge before taking it back to him. "Okay, I'm gonna get that shirt off of you now. I want to check and see if you're healing up at all."

He dug through his duffel bag for a moment before pulling out a plain pocket knife. "You trust me?" He walked back to the bed, sitting next to him.

Feeling Dean's movements, Eliot opened one eye to track the man wearily. "Bit late to ask that," he pointed out in a husky whisper. There was a sharpness in the feverish bright blue gaze at the appearance of the knife but for the moment, Eliot made no actual protest.

Instead, he busied himselfwith wrenching open the water bottle.

"Just do it," he growled when he thought Dean was taking too long.

"Never been shot... with silver before."

He watched Eliot as he cut through his shirt and then carefully pulled it off. He tossed the scraps into the trash before pressing his hand to his back. He was still burning up and he frowned at that, shaking his head.

He went back to the bags that were still on the table, pulling out a few things before carrying them over to the bed. There was alcohol and clean gauze as well as medical tape. "Just...try to relax ok?" Yeah because he knew that this wasn't going to be easy.

He carried over the last few things, including a curved needle and thread just in case he decided to stitch him up. He nudged Eliot completely onto his stomach before sitting on his thighs and carefully peeling off the bandage he'd already put there.

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