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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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."

He pressed his lips to the top of Eliot's head, exhaustion from the events of the long day finally getting to him. "Get some sleep." He said softly, carefully reaching for the lamp on the night stand. He flipped the light off, yawning and smiling.

"Who knows, by tomorrow you might not have a big hole in you. Then you can kick my ass for manhandling you all day." He smiled then, looking down at him for a moment. "We'll get you better...and get everything sorted out."

The suggestion was a sound one and Eliot nodded slightly against Dean, letting the hunter feel the action rather than see it.

"Too early to tell," he murmured, knowing that even with his sped up recovery, one night of sleep was too little to heal from something serious like this. He might've been able to heal had it been just a bullet hole, but after four rounds of acid, he had no doubt that it became something much more and much harder to deal with.

"Wound feels better... I think it worked." The whispered words were soft though, talking still took a lot out of him.

"Good, needs to work. I don't think I can do that to you again." He muttered before shifting a bit so he could kiss Eliot without him having to move around too much. "Now really, sleep. You need anything, just let me know. Got some water on the night stand."

He could feel himself getting sleepier and he hummed for a moment, soothing his fingers over Eliot's skin slowly, softly. He felt a bit boneless as he relaxed.

Eliot didn't need to be told again to sleep with how he was fading quickly under Dean's soothing caresses. They calmed him and the humming reassured him that Dean was there. He didn't need a protector, but it helped him settle anyway. In a matter of minutes, he drifted off to a healing slumber.

He watched Eliot sleep for a few minutes, brushing his hair back before finally drifting off to sleep himself.

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