hunterusheroicus | Dean Winchester/Eliot

"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.

Eliot's expression was guarded, but he settled to give one shoulder, on the uninjured side, a slight lift up and down. He heard enough, but he didn't know how long Dean had been going before he woke up to their shouting.

"Thought people in your line of work need to keep an open mind," he muttered but left the commenting at that. If Dean's brother was agreeing to help, then that was all Eliot cared about.

Except that there was still the problem that Eliot didn't trust him, a feeling that was mutual, no doubt.

"You have him look up what's this goin' on between us too?" Because obviously something was.

"Not always so good with being open minded. Especially when it comes to...stuff like this." He frowned, still looking down at Eliot. "I didn't need to ask him to look it up. He wants to figure it out anyways. Apparently he's already been looking through some of it and...he had an idea." Of course, Sam hadn't exactly told him anything about that.

"He wasn't sure on anything though because he didn't have any details. Now he does. I'm supposed to call him back in a few hours to see if he finds anything." He laid down next to Eliot, stretching out a bit. "So...I'm not the only one who knows that this isn't normal then? You feel something too."

"I fell asleep next to you and I don't even know you." That was pretty self explanatory, not to mention all the other weird things that he felt his wolf react to.

If Dean didn't get the idea before, there was the feeling that Eliot was a very cautious man. Perhaps even to the degree of paranoia with how he reacted to some things.

"I wanna know what the hell's goin' on, man." Then he glanced at Dean and added, "No offense."

Finally taking the new bottle of water, he shifted carefully so he was half raised so he could drink it. He still felt sick and his body was still burning up, but he seemed to have shivered slightly less. Yet at this point, he wasn't sure if that was a good or bad sign.

"I want to know whats going on too so no offense taken." He closed his eyes before scrubbing a hand through his hair and down his face almost roughly. "Fuck." He laughed before frowning and shaking his head.

"Look we'll get you fixed up. Sam isn't dumb enough to try and kill you now. He knows what I would do. So we'll...you'll heal up and get better. Then, you'll be able to leave. Maybe..." He swallowed, eyes still shut. "Its probably just some sort of weird fluke or something."

After a minute he growled at himself before pushing himself up. "I'm gonna take a shower. Theres a few more bottles of water on the night stand. When I get out I'll fix something to eat if your hungry."

"Not hungry," Eliot mumbled and settled back to finding a comfortable position on the bed. It took too much effort to move, this felt even worse than his extended stay in the North Korea underground prison.

"But should eat..." By then it seemed like Dean had already wandered off to shower, so Eliot contented himself in trying to get more water into him.

Of course, all that drinking had the other problem, and that was he needed to take a leak. Ah shit, Dean was in there too. Not to mention he didn't know if he was steady enough to get himself across the room anyway.

Growling in frustration at his own weakness, he put the water back down and willed himself to rest until Dean came back to help him.

He leaned out of the bathroom at the growl, eyebrow raised. He'd pretty much already completely undressed and he grabbed a towel, wrapping it around his waist. "You need something? I'm not actually all wet yet."

His face broke into a quick smile as he waited, stepping out of the bathroom now and holding the towel up.

Although Eliot had already seen Dean naked, more than once and actually did things with him while they both were, this was something else entirely.

Trust and feeling of safety was one thing, but pride and embarrassment was another.

Yet what choice did he have with him as weak as he was and the world threatening to spin out from around him? So gritting his teeth, Eliot manned it up. Reminding himself that injuries were nothing to be ashamed of and, he was oddly trusting of Dean anyway, he got straight to the point.

Damn this was awkward.

"Yeah... bathroom."

He stared for a moment before chuckling. "Well you've guzzled down enough water. I was wondering when you'd finally need to." He tucked the towel in a bit tighter before walking over to the bed. "Come on. I'll get you in there and then I'm sure you can handle it on your own." He helped Eliot up slowly, walking him to the bathroom while trying to keep his towel on.

Once he had Eliot in the bathroom he took a step back, holding his arms out for a moment because he wasn't exactly sure he'd really be able to stand on his own.

With how the world all but dropped out from beneath his feet when he stood, as much as Eliot hated it, he would definitely still require Dean's help.

Still, he needed a way to make this less awkward.

"Just lemme lean my shoulder against you." It wasn't the best, but this way it saved Dean from taking any active part.

"Alright." He shifted slightly, muscling up against Eliot so he could lean against him. He looked to the floor, giving Eliot at least some privacy. He smiled a bit, waiting for him to finish.

"Okay so we'll get you back in bed. Speaking of which if you want to get more comfortable you can. I know these hotel beds suck when you're trying to sleep with jeans on. I'll get my shower and then maybe cook some burgers?" He slipped his arm around Eliot's waist. "I know you probably aren't hungry, but it will make you feel better to eat something."

"Alright," Eliot answered after finishing his business. Dean would find that his steps were slowed and weaker compared to when he made his trip over, the short moment of standing having already tired him out.

He practically collapsed into the bed as soon as his leg touched one side of it, and the idea of taking off his jeans turned into a low groan of pain.

His back started bleeding again and, if Dean inspected the wound, it hadn't healed at all.

"Go take your shower," he squeezed out through a ragged breath. Gritting his teeth, he rearranged himself into a relatively more comfortable spot. "We'll talk when you come back."

He stared down at Eliot, hating seeing him like this. "Alright I'll be out of the shower in a few minutes." He shifted for a moment before heading into the bathroom for his shower.

Dean generally didn't take long showers and this time was no exception. He was out of the bathroom in about 10 minutes, drying off and pulling his boxers back on before sitting on the edge of the bed next to Eliot. He noticed blood coming through the bandage and frowned before grabbing some more gauze and stuff to rebandage it.

He grabbed his cellphone as well, flipping it open and turning it on to check his messages. As soon as he saw that he had a few from Sam he opened them, reading them and frowning as he started pulling the bloody bandaging off his back. "Fuck..." He mumbled, dropping his phone on the bed for a moment before shaking his head and rereading the text.

"Fuck!" He pushed his phone to the side, turning his attention completely back to Eliot so he could clean the blood away. He immediately noticed that nothing seemed to be healing at all. "So Sam thinks he figured out how to fix the silver poisoning." He muttered in frustration.

Eliot had been dozing lightly when Dean came back and the hunter's light touch had him waking again. He winced when Dean started working on his back but for most part didn't complain. It probably helped that he couldn't see his own wound.

"Bad?" he asked, not liking how Dean swore and having not seen the man check his phone in the meantime.

Though when Dean explained, Eliot didn't look any happier. "What'd he say about it?"

"The traces that are poisoning you have to be burned out." He mumbled, finishing the bandaging before pushing himself up off the bed. He cleaned up, tossing the trash out before pacing slightly and closing his eyes. "Fire or acid are probably going to be the best thing to use." He shook his head before snatching up his phone again.

He sent off a quick text, looking down at Eliot. "Do you want to do this? I mean, there's got to be another way. You aren't healing at all, but I just..." He didn't know what else to say. Sam knew better than to try to trick him on this. He reread the text before shutting his phone.

"Fuck." Whichever method was chosen, if those were the only options then it was going to hurt like hell. Eliot wasn't sure he could survive either of them.

"Is there 'nother way?" he asked, sounding grimmer than usual.

If the residual silver from a bullet shot could do this to him, he knew he had to get it all gone. He closed his eyes. "If there isn't... yeah, I'll do it." Because he wasn't healing and at least one of those methods would give him the chance of getting better.

He sighed, staring down at his phone for a moment. "I'm calling Sam. He didn't give details so...I'm gonna see what he says." He watched Eliot for a moment before heading outside again.

He flipped open his phone, calling Sam as he leaned back against the wall. As soon as his brother answered he started talking. "Details, Sam. I need full details on what this shit is gonna do to him." He was silent for several long moments before groaning. "Okay, well we need to get all of it out not just a little."

"Wait what? I don't care about that shit, Sammy! I need to know how to make him better!" He paused again before rolling his eyes and turning to look in the room. He looked at Eliot as he spoke again. "He isn't healing at all. I swear I'm still kicking the shit out of you. Might let Eliot knock the hell out of you too. If anyone deserves to its him."

They continued talking and Dean's voice softened. Finally he sighed. "Okay look, bring whatever information you can. I know its going to take you time to get everything so just..get it gathered up and call me. We can do this in the morning I think."

Finally he hung up and walked back into the room.

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