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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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.

He didn't want to do this. Fuck he didn't want to do this, but he didn't have much of a choice. He shifted slightly, placing himself firmly on top of the man before twisting open the bottle, filling the dropper. He tugged the bowl of water over so he could be ready for it.

"Alright here we go." He muttered before leaning forward and squeezing everything in the dropped out, straight into the bullet wound. He filled the dropper again almost immediately before repeating the action. He gave the acid a few moments to work, burning away any silver it found before he grabbed the wet washcloth, pouring the water in to delude it.

He rinsed as best as he could, frowning at the blood that was mixing with everything else before grabbing a clean towel, pressing it down hard over the wound. The water would keep the acid deluded enough to keep from burning his as he tried to clean it out.

If the bullet was bad, the cure was definitely worse. Eliot screamed into the belt when the first dribble of acid hit him, burning and scorching its way into the wound to bubble and fizzle bloodily within.

If there was any doubt that the belt was ruined previously, it was definitely ruined now as Eliot tried his best to use it to gag himself. His jaw was locked so hard that he might've bitten through one side of the leather.

Even though he tried to hold himself still for this, he still instinctively started thrashing when the pain became too much. The second eyedrop of acid had him crying into the belt again, but weaker in comparison to before. His thrashing also lessened too and so much sweat broke out that his skin was clammy to the touch.

He had stopped struggling when Dean started rinsing but just twitched as he tried to catch his breath. Fuck it hurt.

He hated this. He hated being the one to have to put Eliot through this, but he knew it had to be done. "Fuck...just breath okay? I'm just going to soak this up and see. Maybe...maybe I got it all out and we don't have to do it again?" He bit his lip, sliding his free hand up to the man's neck, rubbing gently over his skin and up into his hair.

Dean shifted, pressing down on the towel to force the liquid out, sopping it all up before pulling the towel back. He looked down into the wound, frowning as he watched it, praying that it would start knitting itself back together or show him some sign that he wouldn't have to do this again.

How would either of them even know if they got it all? It was a bullet wound mixed with seriously bad acid burns, even if it was all out, would it start healing that quickly?

Eliot didn't know, but he did know that it was better to be safe than sorry. If Dean thought there could be any chance that that hadn't burned away everything...

He whimpered when Dean pressed the water out and all but leaned his head into Dean's hand to seek any sign of comfort. Fuck, he had been through torture that wasn't this bad... He swore his vision had gone white previously.

But he pulled himself together.

"...again." He barely had the strength to make the muffled word heard around the belt, but he was determined.

"Eliot..." He mumbled softly, looking down at him for a long moment before nodding slowly. "Alright, but..." He sighed, trailing off. He shifted, pulling the towel down before reaching for the bottle of acid again. Once he had everything arrange like he had before he took a deep breath and filled the dropper again.

He leaned in, pouring the acid from the dropper in and then refilling it. Thankfully he could move quickly and he let both dropper fulls burn through him, tossing the dropper down without thinking as he pulled the bowl to him.

He let the acid burn just a few moments longer this time, praying to anyone who would listen that this did the trick. That this would allow Eliot to heal and get better because he didn't think he could watch him get any worse. Finally he took the wash cloth, pouring the water down into the wound again, rinsing it until it ran almost clear. The towel was back after that and he pressed, closing his eyes tightly.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, voice husky. He hurt. Well, he was upset because he'd had to hurt Eliot.

It felt like the acid had eaten through his muscles and went right to his organs from how painful it was. For all Eliot knew, it could have, and he didn't have breath to answer Dean at all when the hunter declared they were done.

He just laid there, eyes closed with unshed tears brimming around his lashes as he panted in short breaths as if even breathing too hard would make it hurt worse.

Barely alive, he made a soft noise like he was trying to grunt but came out as a whimper when Dean pressed into his wound again to clear out the last of the diluted acid. He couldn't even answer Dean if he wanted to, he was barely holding to consciousness as it was.

Once he got it completely cleaned out he threw the towel to the side. He stared down at him, his own eyes filling with tears before he started working to bandage him up again. He gently pressed gauze down over the wound before taping him up. Once he was done he pulled away, leaving Eliot there for a moment so he could clean up the bathroom.

He put the bottle of acid on the counter, closing it up tightly before throwing the towel he'd been using in the bathtub. "Come on." He whispered, slowly working Eliot up, even though he was barely conscious. "Gonna get you back in bed." He mumbled into his hair as he all but picked the werewolf up and took him back to the bed.

Finally he had him laid out on his stomach and he brushed his hair back, looking down at his face as the tears finally started spilling out of his eyes regardless of how hard he tried to blink them away. "Do you want me to stay in here with you?"

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Eliot tried to help but he couldn't get his legs to cooperate, not yet. As it was his eyes were opened to thin slivers of blue mixed heavily with gold as he stumbled before he got completely carried over to the bed.

When Dean murmured into his hair, he made a soft noise, could be protest, could be agreement, but he didn't actually struggle. One thing Dean might notice though was that his temperature seemed to have gone down marginally compared to before.

There was a moment when Eliot's eyes closed completely after he was helped onto the soft mattress, but at the question, his eyes opened back to their thin slivers.

"Stay," he whispered hoarsely. He just knew that he felt better with Dean there and whether it was from some bond or not, in his current state, he wasn't going to fight it.

He nodded, tugging off his shirt and jeans, leaving him in only his boxers. He tried to smile before sliding into the bed next to him, covering them both up. He gently pulled him over until Eliot was laying in his arms, head pillowed on his chest. "Just relax. You already feel like you aren't running so high a fever so...good sign? Hopefully."

He closed his eyes, fingers rubbing down one of his sides while the other moves through his hair. "I'm sorry it had to hurt so damn bad though." He sighed softly.

"I f-feel better," Eliot murmured although his face still twisted up in pain when he was moved to accommodate Dean in the bed too. The arms around him helped calm him back down though and although it didn't actually do anything to ease the pain, it just helped him feel... if anything, more at peace.

"It's fine," he whispered as his eyelids drooped down again. "You helped me get it out... thanks."

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