hunterusheroicus | Dean Winchester/Eliot

Dean Winchester/Eliot

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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"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.

Eliot shivered in Dean's grasp, his body still wracked with pain but willing to move to maintain Dean's touch. His eyes were pained in another way though, with fear of what Dean wanted to do.

"I... I can't control myself sometimes," he whispered, admitting his greatest shame to the man holding him. "There's this... beast," he murmured, "Always angry and wanting to tear into things." He shook his head. "I try but... right now..."

He was weaker. His injury drained him and the beast may very well overcome his will.

He sighed, leaning their foreheads together and shaking his head slightly. "I don't care, Eliot. I...damn it I know this is crazy and I know we barely fucking know one another. But I trust you. Something inside me is telling me I can fucking trust you and that you wouldn't hurt me. So...trust me and just let me stay without a fight."

He kissed him again. "And if things look like you are fixing to hurt me I can stay close to the door and just get the hell out of dodge. Please just give me a chance."

Eliot bowed his head to that. He didn't want to argue with Dean either, and if he stayed near the door, it was possible that he could get out and lock him inside.

"Alright," he said reluctantly and pressed his forehead back against Dean's. "But... when time comes... I change in the bathroom." He wouldn't take no for that. Even Dean, even with that level of trust he felt around him, he refused to let the man see him while he turned from a man to an animal. It was as much a matter of pride as it was for safety.

He smiled softly, sighing before nodding. "Okay. That...yeah. I'm okay with that." He slid his fingers into Eliot's hair, brushing thumbs against his temples gently before laying back. "You tired? You're still shaking a little bit." He bit his lip for a moment before sighing again.

He dropped his head before scooting down carefully before kissing him again. "Thank you for trusting me. I really didn't want to keep fighting about this."

"Got no breath to fight with you, man," Eliot said and chuckled but grimaced when his back hurt from the effort. "Can't wait to get rid of the rest," he moaned when he settled down a bit.

His body was in a state of exhaustion fighting this silver thing and damn Dean was right, he probably should eat to give himself the energy to fight. He closed his eyes breathed out slowly through his nose, using his breathing method to manage his pain, as he had been all this time.

"You said you're gonna cook?" He hoped he could keep things down though.

"I know. And yeah I'll cook, but..." He paused for a moment, biting his lip before speaking again. "Will you please take something for the pain? Just something to try to take the edge off." He shifted, working his way out from underneath Eliot before getting up so he can cook.

"You ok with burgers? I have a very basic idea of cooking." He chuckled before going to the fridge and pulling out everything he needed to make burgers. He started looking around in the cabinets, once again thankful for the small kitchenette.

Eliot was trusting Dean to an unreasonable amount, be he wondered if he could trust him enough to take anything in front of him. He didn't like anything that could impair his judgement. There were ways to manage pain, but nothing could stop drugs from messing with his system.

But damn that bullet wound hurt.

"When's your brother gonna arrive?" he ask instead, seemingly changing the topic though at the same time trying to gauge the timing.

"And yeah... burger's fine... But mind if I watch you cook?" He might still be slightly paranoid about things.

Dean glanced at him, raising an eyebrow. "Sam? Probably not until tomorrow. He has to pick up the stuff so we can get this done." He shrugged a shoulder, still moving around a bit before setting a skillet on the counter and turning back to him.

"Yeah you want me to help you over here? You can sit at the table and watch if you like." He hummed for a moment before heading over to the bed again. He smirked, winking playfully to try and at least get him to smile. "You gonna kiss the cook?"

He chuckled, waiting to see if he wanted to come to the table.

Tomorrow... that sounded... safe. "Sure," Eliot murmured, moving to push himself up slowly but not ready to get out of bed without help. He didn't ask for that though, he wasn't the type to ask much of anything really.

Though if Dean wanted that kiss, he'll have to get down and help out.

After another groan of pain from sitting up, Eliot decided that something for the pain might not be a bad idea. "Alright... if you got Tylenol, I'll take some." It was a relatively mild painkiller and didn't have as much side effects, generally speaking.

He helped Eliot up slowly, walking with him over to the table before smiling. "I have Tylenol 3s. Little bit stronger, but not by much. And probably not at all for you." He helped him sit before brushing his fingers over the back of Eliot's neck. "Okay so burgers. What do you like on your burger?" He grabbed a bowl, cutting open the packaging on the meat right after washing his hands.

He tossed the meat in the rinsed out bowl before grabbing onions and a few different spices. "And how do you like it cooked? I normally cook mine medium." He shrugged a shoulder, smiling.

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