hunterusheroicus | Dean Winchester/Eliot

"Maybe not, but it is the first time you were shot with silver." He poured a little bit of the water around the wound, shaking his head slightly before repeating with the alcohol.

"You really think you're in any condition to make me leave?" He cleaned the wound as best as he could, feeling the heat radiating from it. "Now stop trying to tell me what I am gonna do. Tell me what happens when you change." He was genuinely curious and he thought it might help with the research he was doing.

"Don't underestimate me," Eliot huffed although the effect of the words was lessened when he flinched from the touch of alcohol. He stilled himself instantly, or tried to to the best of his abilities. He felt so cold.

"You're the hunter..." he muttered, obviously not going to make this easy. "Don't you know what happens to a werewolf... during full moon?"

"Yeah yeah." He rolled his eyes, cleaning him up before getting a good look. "I...I don't want to close you up just yet. I just have a feeling I shouldn't." He started pulling over everything he needed to bandage him up.

"I'm the hunter that told you I've only come across werewolves that eat people. You are of the non cannibal kind, remember? Come on Eliot, tell me please?" He started bandaging him up again, intending to help him move until he could get him buried under all the blankets.

"Why aren't you closin' it up?" Eliot couldn't imagine any reason someone would want to keep his bullet wound open but wasn't in position to argue. Honestly, if it wasn't for Dean, he may be dead already.

But he wished the hunter would take a clue and stop asking him things he didn't want to talk about.

Growling in annoyance, he tried to look over his shoulder again and stopped when his vision wavered dangerously. He rested his head back on his arms right after.

"I turn into a fuckin' beast. Happy?"

He was still thinking about it. Finally he shook his head, dropping the gauze back down. "No. I'm gonna close it up. It'll probably heal better once its closed. Just...I've never really dealt with worrying about silver poison. If it needs something more later we can figure it out." He picked up the curved needle and thread. "This is gonna hurt like a bitch and I'm sorry."

He looked down at him, frowning. "A beast? Like, half man half animal kind of beast? You're not being real specific. And I get you don't want to talk about it, but I want to know."

"Close it..." Eliot shut his eyes and nodded his head stiffly. "I can handle it."

The idea of poisoning was pretty easy to deal with. "If it's poison... just gotta purge it out. It's how you deal with all poisons." He didn't know if it worked the same with silver, he had never came across something like this before although he had known that touching that stuff was a bad idea. All this time, he avoided touching it if he could.

He grunted when the conversation circled back to him on the full moon again. "I turn into an animal, alright?" he growled, "A wolf."

"Stop getting so damn irritated." He growled back. That did narrow it down though. He tried to remember what he'd read about werewolves, especially ones that turned into animals. Damn it he knew he was going to have to call Sam on this one too.

He could call Sam and leave it at that. So long as he made sure he was away from the hotel because he knew his brother and he knew that as soon as he hung up he'd try to trace his cell phone. Maybe he could find out about what to do if Eliot did have serious silver poisoning.

"Relax." He growled, rubbing fingers over the back of his neck and squeezing lightly, massaging once he had the needle and thread ready. He focused though, eyes intent as he reached down and pinched the skin together so he could start stitching the wound shut.

"Can't," Eliot ground out through gritted teeth. This was what he was warning Dean about, and if he stuck around, it would only get worse as they progressed towards the full moon.

Yet one word and a touch to the nape of his neck and Eliot found that he was relaxing. It was as if Dean's word was infused with magic and came out as a command that tamed his wolf. Whatever it was, Eliot found some of that anger fading away.

"Damnit," he muttered, much less irritable than before. It was just in time for him to start tensing when he felt the first touch of the needle digging into his skin. To his credit, he managed to stay pretty still, flinching only once or twice when the needle went in. That wasn't to say he wasn't moving though as there was no controlling the shivering his worn body produced.

Thankfully it didn't take him long to close it up. Once he was done and got it fixed he poured a small amount of alcohol over the stitches before he bandaged him up. "Okay." He said softly, pushing off the bed carefully. He snagged another bottle of water from the fridge, setting it on the bedside table.

"Okay we're gonna get you moved around and cover you up. You're...a lot hotter than normal and I think that might be better for you." He slowly helped Eliot move, pulling the blanket out from underneath him. He kicked off his jeans before getting under the blankets.

"Okay come here." He helped Eliot back against his chest again, tugging the blankets around him trying to warm him up.

The alcohol hurt. Jerking from the pain of that, it was a good thing that Dean was already holding him down or Eliot may very well hurt himself worse.

By the time Dean got around to moving him, Eliot was exhausted from it all and was rearranged on the bed without much protest. Even how he was put back against the hunter's chest, he only made a soft noise at the treatment.

"You treat all your one night stands like this?"

He looked down at Eliot, sighing softly. This didn't feel like a one night stand for him anymore. He was tempted to tell Eliot that, but he had a feeling that if he did he'd probably end up taking off again before he was actually ready for it. "You're just the lucky one." He did say, rolling his eyes a bit as he held him.

He started brushing fingers through his hair again, yawning. "Damn it I'm fucking tired. Just...okay get some rest and we can deal with maybe getting some food in you in a little bit."

It was just as well that Dean didn't say that out loud. While Eliot got the distinct feeling that things were beyond the 'one show only' stage, he wasn't sure what to think of their repeated encounters. That wasn't not even counting this crazy way Eliot was leaned against him.

Against Dean's chest, Eliot shook his head slightly. "Need more water." If he was poisoned, he was damn well going to purge the poisons out.

He grabbed the bottle of water he'd set on the nightstand and opened it, handing it to Eliot. He closed his eyes for a moment before frowning. "I'm gonna call Sam in a few hours. He's probably driven all over town looking for me. I paid the guy at the desk extra not to say shit to anyone if someone came looking for me. Just in case."

He looked down at Eliot then. "Not gonna tell him where I am, but maybe he can give me some info. Well, he will because he knows that if he doesn't help he can just forget finding us. He can find a way to help flush out your wound though."

Even with Dean's reassurances, Eliot tensed when he heard that Dean was going to call in his brother. Who happened to be the same man who shot him in the first place.

"Don't like it." He exhaled and drank half the bottle in one breath, then turned back to give Dean another strong look. "He wants me dead." And Eliot was supposed to trust a method that guy came up with to clean his wound?

Dean could feel Eliot tense and he bit his lip. "Probably, but he isn't going to tell me something that will kill you. He knows how that would end up." He chose not to elaborate on that fact too deeply. "He...can't really talk though. He had to kill a werewolf he was falling for once. She was...a real sweet girl. Sam cared about her, but in the end we couldn't save her from becoming what she was. In the end she asked Sam to do it."

He remembered Madison and frowned. "You aren't the same kind though." He shifted a bit, suddenly uncomfortable as he continued. "I started doing research. Made him pull up the different lore on werewolves. I found out a lot about there being different kinds. Narrowed it down based on you not having a taste for human. You turning into an actual wolf will probably narrow it down some more..."

He hoped Eliot wouldn't get upset at the fact that Dean had been trying to find out more about what he was. It had been curiosity at first, finding out that there were werewolves out there that didn't feed on humans. Didn't even have the urge to, in fact.

Eliot grunted at the discovery that Dean had been searching up about him. Not specifically, but the species, if he could call it that. He wasn't horribly surprised given the man's calling and in this case, it might be what would save his life.

"Still don't like it," Eliot mumbled, but he knew another losing battle when he saw one. It was probably better if he just saved his breath and picked his battles.

So he sighed and drank the rest of the water bottle. "If you really think he can help..." He hoped he didn't trust the wrong person.

"I know you don't." He mumbled softly. "To be honest...I really don't either, but he has all the research on his laptop. I don't want you getting any worse and we don't know how well you'll heal with this crap in you." He shifted, sliding down just a bit further before slowly lifting his head. "If I had been faster you never would have gotten shot."

He took the empty bottle, tossing it in the trash can. His hand brushed down Eliot's side carefully as he sighed.

"'M not your responsibility," Eliot growled back under his breath, but he didn't try to argue further. He had used up too much energy as it was, he needed to rest.

So shifting into a position more comfortable in the hunter's hold, Eliot sighed and tried to relax. They met three times and he was already trusting enough to fall asleep with him... despite their opposing natures. Despite the relation of how he got shot.

It was baffling, but he accepted it as it was and tried to sleep.

He decided not to argue either. He just know he was comfortable and that he was exhausted after everything had happened. He shifted with Eliot, closing his eyes and yawning as he brushed fingers through his hair slowly.

It honestly wasn't very long before he actually ended up falling asleep.

This may very well be Dean's first time in seeing Eliot sleeping on the bed. The other two times Eliot had fallen asleep later than Dean and left before the hunter wrote up.

This time though, due to the wound and Dean's soothing petting, he was fast asleep in the hunter's arms.

When Dean woke, the tired werewolf was still asleep.

He shifted slightly, looking down at Eliot and smiling suddenly. He bent his head, pressing his lips to the top of his head before carefully working his way out from beneath the man. He went to the fridge, grabbing a couple of bottle of water before setting them on the night stand within Eliot's reach.

He pulled on his jeans, watching the bed as he moved quietly before pulling his cellphone out of his pocket and slipping outside. He still had to call Sam, talk to him and try to get all this sorted out. Then maybe they could figure out how to get Eliot better faster.

Normally, Eliot would have waken to that. Even when moved carefully, there should've been enough jostling to awaken the attentive werewolf, but normally Eliot didn't have a hole in his back.

Yet while he didn't come to, he still groaned at the shift and tried to reach a hand out to where Dean was.

Finding the pillow, he nuzzled against it and fell back fast asleep.

Of course, within minutes the conversation turned heated. He'd left the door open a crack so he could continually check on Eliot, even if he was still sleeping. He frowned a bit, growling into the phone at his brother.

"Sam I don't give a shit! He isn't anything we've ever hunted before! He doesn't fucking eat people..." He paused, listening before shaking his head. "Sammy please, trust me for fucking once. Remember the research I asked you to look up? I narrowed down on a few books and I need you to look through them. Everything is bookmarked."

He paused again before snapping. "No! No! You shot him and I swear to GOD if you don't help me you can just go on your own. How many times have I given you the benefit of the doubt? Like with Ruby? The least you can do is this one thing for me." He glanced back at the door, peeking inside. "Yeah? Because maybe I care about him Sam? I don't know its...somethings different. I can't explain. Yeah. Thanks ok? Just...look through the shit I have bookmarked."

He leaned back against the wall next to the door. "Look through them and narrow down any that make a full change. No man beast thing. He turns full wolf. Yeah Sam. Just go through and figure out anything you can. I'll call back later on. Also, figure out what can be done for silver poisoning.... Yeah because of you. I still owe you an ass kicking for that. Get to work. Later." He flipped the phone shut, turning it off immediately as he sigh.

Eliot was sleeping soundly up until loud shouting roused him from his rest. He opened an eye but closed it quickly once he realized the heated exchange was Dean on the phone talking about him.

Pretending to sleep, he listened attentively as Dean alternated between shouting and pleading with his brother. Eliot would've been inclined to argue for Sam if it would get Dean out of here, but the more he listened, the more he knew how futile it was.

When did three nights mean Dean was caring for him?

Probably when he fucking fell asleep with the guy petting his hair.

Eliot groaned at that realization and was inclined to agree something was different here.

When he heard the goodbye and the snap of Dean's phone, Eliot opened his eyes again and waited for Dean to reenter the room. "He agreed?"

He jumped slightly when he heard Eliot's voice and he looked at him for a moment before nodding. "Yeah he's gonna go through some of my research and see what he can find." He walked over, sitting on the bed before grabbing a bottle of water and handing it to Eliot.

"He's not real happy about it, but I'm pretty sure he believes me about you not being anything we've ever hunted before. He knows there are other kinds out there. Read plenty about them in the past, but since we've never come across another kind its a little hard for him to believe." He shifted, shaking his head slightly before pausing.

"So exactly how much did you hear?" Because if Eliot had woken up when he was yelling at Sam, Dean knew there might be a chance Eliot had heard some of what he'd said about how he felt. He slowly looked down at the werewolf, staring at him.

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