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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Sure, Eliot had been expecting bad news and had been all but waiting for the ax to fall, but what Dean said was the last thing he expected.

"What?!" Sputtering at the revelation, Eliot leaned forward, the delicious smelling burger forgotten in preference of figuring this out.

"What do you mean, 'bonded'?" He was trying not to freak, really, but he couldn't imagine that a bite had somehow bonded him to this guy. He didn't even know what that meant in terms of werewolves or hunters or whatever this was.

"Like I said its...bonded isn't exactly the right word!" He pressed his face into his hand for a long moment. "Sam said its basically like...your...fuck! Its like I'm your....alpha? Thats how he said and I don't know what that means. But he said it would be why you trust me."

He stared down at his food, shoulders slumping. Well, this was it. He was sure Sam would figure this all out and then they would find a way to separate them and...well Dean had to admit he didn't like the idea.

Eliot wasn't sure he liked the sound of that any than the whole bonded business. He growled in reaction, but to his surprise, he could feel that beast inside him fight him harder than he head every felt before.

There was a moment when his blue eyes phased golden before hee managed to slam a lid on it and regain his control.

"The hell was that?" He whispered, his body having over exerted itself and started shivering. He ignored it though as he frowned across at Dean. "You're not- How-... You ain't a werewolf... My Alpha?"

When his eyes phased he just stared for a long moment before looking down at his food, frowning. "I don't...I don't know how it works, but Sammy will find a way to...break it." He said the last part quieter, hating himself for it before he grabbed his plate and got up.

"I'm gonna flip in the tv and eat over there. You want to sit on the bed instead?" He pulled the fridge open, grabbing a bottle of water and two beers. He set one of the beers and the bottle in front of him so he would have a choice before twisting the cap off his.

"Good. I hope he comes up with a way by the time he comes over. No offense, Dean, you're a swell guy... but I don't need an Alpha."

Eliot considered, started to reach for the beer but ended up taking the water instead. His body was fighting one poison already, no point in adding another to it even though he felt it was a good one for his brain right now. He lost his appetite though.

"Yeah, I'll take the bed... can't sit on the couch with my back." He could've laid out on it, but that didn't seem such a great idea either right now.

Getting up was a wobbly affair but he waited holding onto the chair until he seemed steady. Slowly, he moved back over to the bed with the water. The burger remained on the table.

He followed Eliot, keeping some space between them. He just wanted to make sure that Eliot would make it there before he moved over to the couch. He turned the tv on, slipping to the floor in front of the couch instead of sitting on the couch itself.

He dropped his plate on the coffee table, pushing it away from himself before sighing softly. "I'm sorry this happened man. I didn't know it was possible." He laughed, the sound without any actual mirth. "Sammy's a smart kid...he'll find a way and then we won't have to deal with this anymore."

He felt sick. At least now he knew why he felt so drawn to Eliot. Why he cared about him. It would be easier if they could just get rid of whatever was there between them.

"Not your fault," Eliot answered gruffly once he settled onto the hotel bed. He turned onto his side so he could see the television too, and it put Dean in his field of vision.

"Neither of us knew... I hadn't the faintest idea either, man." He closed his eyes and sighed before opening them.

"I don't know anythin' about bein' this monster," he muttered, not for the first and definitely not the last, hating what he had become.

He pulled his cellphone out when he heard it buzz. He flipped it open, staring at the text before sighing. "I need to call Sammy. He needs a list of stuff to get...he doesn't know what all I have or brought from the Impala." He pushed himself up, looking at Eliot for just a moment. "Umm, make a list for me? Groceries and stuff and I'll run down to the store once I'm off the phone."

He grabbed a pad and pen, setting them next to him before ducking outside. He left the door open again just in case Eliot needed to yell at him, but this time he walked away from the door, pacing the concrete slowly.

He dialed Sam, sighing and scrubbing his fingers through his hair. He didn't think Eliot would hear him this far away. He also didn't think about the fact that Eliot could get up and listen next to the door. "Sammy? Yeah. Okay umm, bandages, clean washrags...towels probably, lots of gauze. I need some of that cleaning shit...the sterile wash crap." He paused before nodding. "Yeah and grab some clothes. Just anything that might fit him."

They went over any other supplies before getting serious again. "Find a way to break this. He doesn't want this and its not fair that he didn't get a choice." He leaned against a car, glancing back towards the cracked hotel room door. "No. No its not what I want!" He sighed again, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I know you think its all this shit going on, but I really do fucking care about him. If I didn't care I would be begging you to break this thing. I'm not. Its what he wants."

He shook his head. "Just...look there has to be a way. Just find it. Then we can go our separate ways and he never has to see me again."

Eliot heard him, again, of course. Stepping five steps away from the door to lean against the car really didn't help much in terms of putting a paranoid werewolf out of earshot.

As Eliot stared blankly down at the notepad given to him, he heard Dean's order list to Sam and could only constantly shake his head. "It's called hydrogen peroxide or alcohol," he muttered under his breath, out of Dean's earshot.

He rolled his eyes a little at the grabbing clothes for him bit, but it was when Dean started to talk about the bond... thing, that Eliot really started listening in. His brows furrowed when he heard that Dean wanted this, and for an angered moment, he figured that Dean being the alpha would naturally want it more.

But that wasn't fair and he knew it.

By the time Dean returned from his phone call, the notepad was as blank as ever. Instead, Eliot had his eyes closed and he pretended to sleep instead. It was easier than to deal with the hunter right at that moment.

Dean stared at Eliot for a moment before grabbing the notepad and jotting down a note for him. He rubbed his forehead before grabbing the keys to the Impala and sending a text to Sam. He tossed the notepad down on the night stand before turning and leaving the hotel room.

The note was short, stating that Dean was just running to get some things and that he would be back in a little while. Of course, the main reason was that he needed to have some time to himself. He walked slowly as he headed toward the mall where he'd parked his car, thinking a lot along the way.

He was doing this for Eliot. He would break the bond or whatever it was and everything would be fine.

After Dean left, Eliot grabbed the note and skimmed it with a snort. The man was considerate and very caring, but Eliot wasn't sure he wanted to be bonded to a guy who could potentially kill him. Yet the whole time Dean was gone, Eliot found he couldn't stop thinking about him. He also became more agitated too, twisting and getting more annoyed at various small things as time passed... exactly as it should be before a full moon.

By the time Dean returned, Eliot was out of bed seated on the couch, or, rather, laid out sideways on it. The television was on the food channel and he growled at various things that were being done that he found ridiculous or redundant.

He looked up briefly when he found Dean walking in. "You're back."

Dean was gone almost two hours. He'd spent part of the time driving around before finally picking up Sam and doing what needed to be done. He'd gotten more groceries as well as the other supplies they needed, packing it all away into the back seat. Thankfully Sam had actually found the acid they needed after slipping into the local hospital and posing as a doctor.

Its not like Sam hadn't technically been one in Gabriel's little fantasy. He sighed, dropping Sam off at the office of the hotel they were staying in, directing his brother to get a room on the other end because he still didn't trust him to be anywhere near Eliot. He also ordered him to keep looking for ways to break their bond.

He carried a few of the bags in, putting food up as he looked at Eliot, shifting and nodding. "Yeah I'm back." He said quietly before carrying two bags over next to the bed. He pulled out a glass bottle, setting it on the night stand with a heavy thud before going back to putting everything else up.

"Sam got the acid. Told him I don't want him around when I have to do it." He barely looked at Eliot, chewing on his lip as he continued what he was doing.

"Good." Eliot had all but growled out the tiny word as he twisted around to look at what Dean was doing. The Tylenol's effect seemed to have been used up though for the small action caused the werewolf's features to twist up in pain, and in effect, a louder growl to follow.

"He's around?" he asked after he settled back a bit, hackles raising at the thought of the man who shot him being anywhere nearby. Even knowing that what Sam got him was already something that would obviously hurt him didn't help him from suspecting something worse from happening.

He looked at his face suddenly, noticing the growling and the pain. "He's at the hotel...other end though. Told him to stay the hell away until after the full moon was over or I'd shoot him myself." He ground out, focusing on what he was doing. "Do you want to do this now?" He shifted nervously before moving into the bathroom to grab all the towels.

"Sooner that shit is burned out of you...sooner you can get better." He tossed the towels on the bed before grabbing a bottle of water out of the fridge. "Sam's got some theories on how to break this thing. He'll be researching it until...whenever. Maybe he can get it figured out and we can do it after the full moon." He walked back over to the bed, dropping down on the edge.

"I got you some more tylenol too. If we are doing this tonight I would rather you take something stronger and stop being so fucking stubborn."

That the thought of Sam being near enough to be in the same living area as him made Eliot's brows crease, but rather than snarl again, he just raked his hand through his hair. "Fine. As long as he stays away," he muttered because there was no way to change it. Instead, his attention turned to the acid jar.

"If we're gonna do this... better do it in the bathroom." Bloody was the least it would be and no amount of towels will soak up something like that.

"Fuckin' hate drugs..." As he said that, he tried to roll off the couch to his feet, but however he got to the couch in the first place, that strength and coordination was no longer there. He couldn't catch his feet from under himself at all and cut off a pained cry when he ended up falling off the couch to the ground instead.

"He is, okay? No Sammy I swear." He looked at the bed, realizing that what Eliot was saying was true before groaning and throwing the towels back into the bathroom. He managed to make a pile in the floor since he would want Eliot to be on his stomach. "Okay this will work..."

Suddenly he heard the cry and he was out and on the floor next to Eliot in a beat. "God damn it you couldn't have asked me to fucking help!?" He wrapped his arms around Eliot gently, helping him up slowly. "I hate drugs too, but I will at least take them when I know I need to." He grumbled against his skin.

"Come on. I'll get your down on the towels and then we will get this going. I'm gonna do it as quickly as possible, but without you takin' anything for the pain its gonna feel like I'm taking forever." He growled at the thought, gritting his teeth.

It may be a surprise to both of them that when yelled at, Eliot hung his head, properly chagrined. It was rather foolish of him to have tried to get off the couch like that when he could barely see straight at this point.

But that didn't make him any less stubborn though, and when helped up, although leaning a good part on Dean for support, he still shook his head. "I'll take the Tylenol... but no prescribed drugs. I can take it."

He was about to even say that he'd taken worse, but after some thought, decided that it was probably not true. He had never had acid poured into him while he was already half dead before.

"At worse, I'll pass out," he grunted. He growled slightly less now that he was leaned against Dean.

He sighed and rolled his eyes, getting him to the bathroom. Before getting him situated he kissed him softly. "You...I swear to god I'm half tempted to kick the shit out of you. And I can right now." He laid him down, giving him a stern look. "You aren't in any condition to stop me...but fine, tylenol. If it starts hurting too bad though and you just try to grit through it..." He trailed off before heading out of the bathroom to get everything.

"Lets just put it this way!" He called out from the main room. "After you come to from passing out, I will knock the hell out of you. Tylenol or no you've never had silver poisoning and I doubt you've ever had to do something like this before. Stop trying to be a fucking tough guy."

He slowly brought everything back in, setting it all down so he wouldn't have to scramble around for anything.

"Not tryin' to be tough," Eliot muttered from where he currently sat on the bathroom tiles.

Dean... really had a point. But Eliot was highly uncomfortable from the thought of putting himself under drugs influence in a public place, protected by his Alpha or not. It just wasn't something he did unless he was holed up in one of his own safe spots.

Yet he didn't relish the idea of passing out only to come to to be beaten up again. From how annoyed Dean sounded, he couldn't be sure that the hunter wouldn't do it either.

"...what drugs did you get?" There was no harm in asking. He could ask and assess and know, just in case.

"And... help me into the bathtub. Easier in the tub... could get runnin' water too."

He nabbed a bag, pulling out a couple different bottles of painkillers that he'd managed to nab at the store. Thankfully the pharmacy had been closed and Dean had just picked the lock on the door to sneak in. "Ummm, hydrocodone, loratabs, morphine, vicodin....a few different kinds of muscle relaxers too." He dropped the bottles back in, pulling out the tylenol and handing it to him with a bottle of water.

"I would rather you be flat on your stomach on the floor actually. I can control where the acid goes this way. You lay in the tub and its going to go cascading all the way down your back and mix in with the water." He sorted everything out, brushing against Eliot's legs occasionally before looking at him.

"No morphine or vicodin," Eliot said instantly without bothering to think. Even if Dean tried to give him morphine, the hunter would find it wouldn't work well on him. For now, he took the offered Tylenol.

"You'll need to find a way to rinse it out. Lettin' it run will get messy too." Likely it would still eat a hole through him, but if done in small amounts, it might be manageable.

"And you need to avoid touchin' it." Unlike him, Dean wouldn't heal quite as well.

He pulled out the hydros, dropping the bottle next to Eliot carefully before kneeling next to him. "I know. I'm expecting there to be some run off." He frowned a bit, trying to think. "Ok I've got this figured out. I'll pour it in carefully and then rinse with water. Its going to get everywhere, but mixing with water will be enough to delude it so I can get rid of it."

He gave him a look. "Eliot I'm not going to touch it. Even if I do on accident it'll only be a little bit. Not gonna go spilling it all over me or anything." He hummed a bit, spreading out the towels on the floor before keeping a few off to the side.

Knowing that Dean had some sort of a plan calmed Eliot down and he lowered himself onto the towels. It was going to get messy, but at least the mess would be less this way.

"This is all sorts of messed up," Eliot muttered as he laid down. He considered the hydrocodone. It was still addictive, but it wasn't one he used often before and as Dean said, he never had a procedure like this done before. He took the bottle and popped two of them as well.

"There, happy?" It wasn't likely it would kick in in time for this, but it would satisfy Dean at least.

He watched Eliot, pulling the bandage off of him carefully. "Ok so I'm just going to cut the stitches open. I need to get a bowl first so just relax for a moment." He got up, heading into the main room before finding a large bowl. He also grabbed his belt, carrying everything back into the bathroom.

He filled the bowl with hot water, tossing a washrag in and letting it get wet. He got himself situated, folding over the belt and handing it to him. "You know you're gonna need this." He mumbled softly before he started in. He cut the stitches open, biting his lip as he picked up the jar of acid.

"At least this thing has an dropper. So I don't have to just pour it over you."

Eliot handled the bandage coming off without much of a wince, but he turned to the bite mark ridden belt and added more to it by the time Dean started cutting into the stitches.

He grunted softly at the sting of that but nothing strenuous happened yet.

"Alright," he told Dean around the width of the belt. Turning to glance at the hunter over the curve of his shoulder, he nodded tightly. Although Dean hadn't started doing anything yet, sweat already started dotting the forehead of his flushed face. He was still burning.

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