hunterusheroicus | Dean Winchester/Eliot

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.

"I can hear you," Eliot mumbled in reminder when Dean walked back in, not understanding why the hunter even left the room in the first place. He didn't bother opening his eyes though, he could feel horrible without the room swirling around him too.

His voice did tighten a bit though when he asked, "He's comin'?" Whether he trusted him and his research was one thing, seeing the guy who shot him was another. Yet he knew there was no choice if the man was the one with all the information.

He didn't like it, he didn't before and still didn't now, but he'd go with whatever would get him through this alive.

"I know you can hear me. Its a natural reaction." He tossed his cell on the table before moving over to the fridge. He pulled it open and pulled out a beer, opening it and taking a swig. "Okay, food."

He glanced over at Eliot, shaking his head. "Not right now. He's going to look into getting the stuff we need." He sighed, staring into the fridge for a long moment. "We have to burn the silver out. Still just two options and I need to talk to you about them."

He shut the door before walking over and sitting next to him. "First option, we take a hot poker and push it into the bullet wound. It will burn away the majority of the silver, but its not guaranteed to get rid of all of it."

He took a deep breath, brushing fingers through his hand and groaning. "The next one is acid. It will probably hurt worse and leave a bigger wound, but in the end Sam thinks all the silver will be burned out. Neither option can kill you, but...its just whatever you want."

"Pourin' acid in me won't kill me?" Eliot turned enough to crack open an eye and catch Dean with an unbelieving look out of the corner of his eyes. He had never dealt with lethal wounds before and didn't know what it took to kill him, but that other option definitely sounded like it would.

He also had no idea of where the truth and where the fiction of werewolf lore began.

"Dunno I can survive that..." He rested his head back on the bed again and closed his eyes. "But burnin' it all out might be better." He didn't want any nasty surprises waiting for him if it wasn't removed properly.

"Common lore is a silver bullet to the heart and decapitation. Acid won't be able to do either. You'll heal from the damage of the acid once the silver is completely gone." He moved closer, fingers sliding into Eliot's longer hair. "I don't know if you'll heal like you normally do because you still had silver in your system, but we'll figure it out."

He bit his lip before leaning down and pressing his lips against the top of Eliot's head. "You'll get better."

Feeling unnaturally reassured by that, Eliot sighed and turned his head lightly into the touch. It felt comforting, like being reassured by an old comrade or someone he could trust. —Pack.—

"Then use acid. Don't want to risk doin' this half-assed." He was more afraid ot hat ending up backfiring on them than the pain it would cause.

"You sure it can't kill me?" Because in the end, Eliot wasn't as sure of that as Dean was.

He scooted down until he was laying down next to Eliot. This time he didn't actual pull the man to him, but he made sure Eliot knew he could lay on him if he wanted. "We'll take it slow. Its not like I'm going to just pour the whole shebang into the wound and hope for the best. And yes I'm sure. I've read through all that lore so many times. It would have mentioned something. Acid will hurt, but kill? Nope."

He stretched out slightly, watching Eliot and smiling softly. "And I'm gonna stick around until I know for a fact your better. Regardless of what you say. And what Sam'll say. Because I know he'll try to argue the same way you will."

"Hate to say this..." Eliot started as he slowly shifted towards the other man. It was like he was gravitated towards him, and he laid his head down on Dean's chest before he knew what he was doing.

Sighing when he realized, there was no point but to continue.

"But I agree with him. You need to leave... the full moon..." Eliot didn't want anyone to be around for that. He would have preferred to be out in the wilderness alone, but he recognized that wasn't going to happen.

He sighed, wrapping his arm around Eliot before shaking his head. "I don't think you should be alone unless you are completely healed...and I have a feeling you won't be." He glanced down at him. "I'm not leaving, Eliot. I don't have to be here or...near you when you change but I'm not just going to leave you alone."

He slowly tilted Eliot's face up, staring into his eyes. "Don't try to make me leave, please. I want to be here." He pressed their lips together for a brief moment before letting him go.

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