hunterusheroicus | Dean Winchester/Eliot

Sufficiently distracted by Dean's kisses, Eliot moaned again and shifted slightly so he could return the favor and spar with Dean's tongue. He tried to nibble on the other man's lower lip, knowing that this was a distraction technique and wanting to be distracted. He didn't even care that it worked only because of their alpha bond.

"I'll do so by tellin' you your brother deserves some too," he said with a wry grin.

"Oh I'll tell him too, but you are the one I'll be focused on." Dean mumbled softly before curling their tongues together and moaning. He shifted, scooting down slightly so he was laying down, moving Eliot slowly until the man was laying over him.

"Could think of a few other ways for you to shut me up." He smirked, shaking his head before kissing down his throat before latching onto his scar again.

Eliot had to chuckle at the boldness of that, but he wasn't complaining since Dean just offered to blow him. Not now though, now Eliot was satisfied to writhe where he lay over the hunter and let off low pleasurable growls whenever his Alpha toyed with his sensitive mark.

"Damnit," he cursed softly with his eyes closed and head resting down onto Dean's shoulder. "You just tacked another reason I want you to be right."

His hands moved up and down Eliot's sides, playfully hooking his fingers down into his boxers and teasing along his skin. "Jesus, Eliot, you know how fucking hot you are? I know you can't do anything right now, but as soon as you can..." He nipped all along his throat and up to his jaw.

Suddenly he pulled back slightly, looking down at him carefully. "Oh? And what reason is that?" He smiled, pressing his lips to the top of his head.

Eliot released a throaty noise and reached down to slap at Dean's hands lightly. If the hunter kept on playing like this, he'd get hard and then where would they be?

"Stop gettin' handsy," he rebuked though he chuckled at the compliments.

"Yeah, aside from not rippin' you to shreds or gettin' shot in self defense.... I want the chance to shut you up." He turned so he could beam a shit eating grin back at Dean.

He laughed, pulling his hands up to rest at the small of his back instead. "Alright alright." He smiled, looking down at him. As much as Dean didn't want to admit it to himself, this was really fucking nice. He wasn't thinking about Sam trying to find a way to break the bond, he wasn't thinking about Eliot wanting the bond broken either. He was just focusing on how nice it was having Eliot laying on him like this.

"I bet you do." He growled playfully, leaning their foreheads together before he kissed him just to get that grin off his face. When he pulled back he rolled his eyes and shook his head. "You just want me to suck your dick...though I could always put my mouth to good use in other ways."

"You said it, not me," Eliot retorted. Dean's plans to remove that grin didn't work too well since it popped right back soon after Dean pulled away.

"All I said was to shut you up. That could be done a many number of ways."

The distraction was suitably working though. Although his blue eyes were still a little troubled, Eliot was laughing and joking, the television playing in the background all but forgotten in the background.

"Yeah yeah." He mumbled, staring into those blue eyes. "You are fucking impossible." He snorted before kissing him again. His lips immediately started trailing down again before he just pressed a firm kiss to his shoulder.

He turned his head, glancing at the clock before looking back down at him. "How're you feeling?" He asked quietly, fingers brushing and tracing over his skin but not moving from their place on his back this time.

Eliot tried to kiss Dean back but was distracted by the kiss on his shoulder again. Damn, but that area was sensitive. It wasn't so bad when he touched it, so it must have something to do with this bond of theirs.

His smile faltered slightly when he saw Dean glance to the clock then stated his question.

"Better before you asked," Eliot sighed, looking too towards the lengthening shadows in the room. Evening had sneaked up on them and he had to get ready soon. Since it looked like Dean wasn't moving, Eliot sat up.

"I better get ready."

He pushed up with Eliot, grasping the back of his neck and kissing him deeply. He knew nothing would fully ease the werewolf's nerves, but damn it he would at least try.

"I'll stay here. Just...it'll be ok. I know it will." He mumbled before trying to be playful and swatting his ass. "Just try to remember that. I know you won't hurt me."

Eliot was sufficiently distracted by this last kiss and he sighed, lingering with soft touches over the hunter's lips before he pulled away and nodded stiffly. There wasn't much time left and he could feel his wolf struggling within for its time of control.

As if he would relinquish it so easily.

"Remember," he said then slid his glance across to where the gun sat on the table.

Getting up, he looked around himself then with a firm nod, walked into the bathroom and closed the door. He didn't lock it though, knowing he would need Dean's help to open it once he was in his wolf form.

Dean's eyes followed Eliot until the door was shut. He frowned before he moved around, gathering up the food they hadn't eaten and taking it over, storing it in the fridge. He needed to stay busy at least a little because he didn't know what to expect.

He'd be lying if he said he wasn't at least a little nervous. Once he had all the leftovers put away he looked at the table, staring at the gun before turning away. Nope he was leaving it there. The last thing Eliot needed to see was him holding it. He wanted the man...wolf to know he trusted him. Even if he didn't trust himself.

Finally, when he had everything put away and cleaned, he went back to the touch and waited.

Inside the bathroom, Eliot methodologically began stripping off the little clothes he had remaining. It was hard and damn his back hurt, but he managed and eventually the clothes were a neat pile on the counter.

Sitting down cross legged, he waited.

It didn't take too long. The first wave of changing pains hit him little less than half an hour since he moved himself inside. He gasped, never not caught off guard by it no matter how he always tried to prepare. He quickly uncrossed his legs and climbed to his hands and knees. Just in time his bones started shifting, joints turning around and reconnecting while his skin changed and stretched with it.

Bones broke and rebuilt as tufts of golden fur started jutting out in patches along his skin. He gritted his teeth, taking in the pain wordlessly as he tried to hold back his screams for the sake of the man sitting outside. He gasped wordlessly as soon even the ability to scream had been taken from him during midchange, when his vocal chords stretched and remade into the timbres available to a wolf.

The change lasted not ten minutes, but like always by the time it was done, it left him sprawled out and breathing heavily, barely alive from how much it took out of him.

By the time Eliot had finally changed Dean had grown worried and impatient. Suddenly his eyes widened when he remembered the window in the bathroom. Oh, oh hell he'd kill Eliot if he'd climbed out to get away from him. He finally pushed himself up, edging towards the door before leaning in, pressing his forehead against the wood.

"Eliot? You...are you ok?" He turned the knob, cracking the door to peek in. He heard the heavy breathing suddenly and he pushed the door completely open, eyes going huge at the wolf sprawled on the floor. It was weird for him because he'd thought seeing Eliot like this, well he figured he'd be terrified, but he moved into the bathroom. "Eliot?"

He dropped to his knees slowly, moving closer until he was kneeling next to the wolf. He reached out slowly, cautiously before sliding his fingers into his fur, pressing gently and rubbing.

That, Dean, was extremely stupid. But Eliot didn't have either strength or ability to rebuke him right now. Later... if they could survive through the night.

While the change had weakened him, Eliot had kept an unbelievably tight grip on his wolf such that when he cracked open his eyes, the same sharp blue gaze of the retrieval specialist stared out from that furry face. Intelligence lingered there too, as well as recognition, and it was without a doubt that Eliot knew Dean.

Yet somehow, miraculously, when Dean moved near him, he felt the fighting will, that ever present rage that was the core of the beast he mentally caged, dampen slightly. It wasn't gone, but it seemed that the wolf was less interested in tearing Dean apart.

Not that it could even if Eliot's control slipped. As he more or less expected, until he rested a good while he was too tired to do much more than nudge his snout slightly in the hunter's direction.

Once he knew Eliot wasn't going to rip him apart he started checking him over, frowning when he saw blood in his fur. "Damn it. Hold still." He carefully parted fur until he could see the wound, making sure he didn't pull at the skin. "Ok...not too bad." He made a face before leaning back and sliding his hand over Eliot's head.

"Can I move you? I mean, are you alright with me getting you back out there? I don't think you want to be stuck laying next to the toilet half the night." He smiled down at him, still brushing his fingers through fur. He avoided the wound as he scratched over his side and flank, hoping Eliot would be ok with it.

Eliot made a low grumbling noise that sounded little different from how he would sound as a human, but bore it silently while Dean looked through his fur to locate the wound that had shifted with his form. He could feel its pain so he knew it was still there.

He surprised himself by nuzzling the hand on his head. His eyes phased slightly golden as he did so, the relaxing gesture coming from more the animal than the man.

But Dean was right, he couldn't stay here the whole time. Wriggling his nose slightly at the distasteful smell, Eliot decided it was time for him to try to get up. He hated Dean seeing him like this as it was.

He tried to draw his legs back out under him. Attempting to raise, he managed to stand but wobbled unsteadily as he took a tentative step. Damnit, his limbs felt like wet noodles still.

He watched for a moment before rolling his eyes. "Damn it you are fucking stubborn." He mumbled. Eliot was a big man and a big wolf, but Dean had carried him once before. It couldn't be that hard to do it again, right?

So he shifted, pushing himself up before bending and sliding both arms up under Eliot, lifting him. Yeah, it definitely wasn't easy, but thankfully he could manage. He carried the wolf slowly back into the room and made his way over to the bed where he set Eliot down. Immediately he was on the bed with him, settling back against the headboard.

"You weren't bleeding too bad, so it should be okay. No serious damage or anything." He stretched out and smiled, tilting his head a bit before holding an arm out. He wasn't just gonna pull Eliot to him, nor was he going to pat his leg like the man was a dog. He'd let him come over if he wanted to, but he was definitely going to let him know he was invited.

"By the way, I am telling you this now just so I know you can't shut me up....I fuckin told you so." He laughed.

Trying to get up wasn't an act of stubbornness, Eliot simply didn't expect for the hunter to be idiotic enough to try to lift a wounded animal in his arms.

The wolf flailed slightly when he found Dean's biceps suddenly circling around his great body and pawed halfheartedly at Dean for several moments before it was obvious that the hunter wasn't going to give up. Then grunting and snorting, the wolf all but went limp in the hunter's arms and became dead weight. Heavy to carry, but he tried to minimize the awkwardness of carrying him.

Alright, it actually felt good to be held in his Alpha's arms like this.

Snorting again when he was put down, Eliot sat there and considered Dean for a very long moment. Normally he would be fighting for control against his wolf like the beast wanted to claw its way out, but here, he only got the desire to lay down his head for —Peace, pack, Alpha— Dean.

Blue eyes that were interspersed with flecks of golden yellow looked up at Dean in a head tilt that was distinctively Eliot. Then moving forward, he nudged at Dean with a large paw as wolf language for 'shut up' and laid his head down on the hunter's chest.

He huffed at the nudged, smiling before wrapping an arm around him. It was strange having a wolf laying with him, on him. Dean just stared down at him for a moment before he started scratching behind his ears and down his back.

He carefully avoided his wound as he kept scratching and rubbing him down. He shifted slightly, letting himself curl slightly around Eliot while touching him.

Seriously? Seriously, he wasn't some big damn dog. Wasn't Dean supposed to be afraid of dogs anyway? Some phobia about having been attacked?

Yet the rubs were surprisingly pleasant and damn it, Eliot wanted to loll his tongue out.

For the first time since being turned, he could feel his wolf stop fighting him and whined.

Wait, did he actually make that noise?

It became very apparent though that Dean was right, he was definitely in no danger of the animal. If anything, Eliot could barely resist the urge to roll onto his back and bare his belly to his Alpha.

If Eliot hadn't been, well, Eliot he probably wouldn't have been so content to have the wolf laying on him. In fact, he was almost 100% sure that he would have been panicking at this point. What helped was the blue eyes, the look of intelligence there. They were Eliot's eyes and he knew that.

He kept rubbing, shifting and rolling sideways so that Eliot was on his side. The whine made Dean's eyebrow raise slowly before he smiled. "You like that, huh?" He mumbled, scratching down his side and over his flank, letting his fingers slide through fur.

This was definitely different, but Dean couldn't actually complain. It was pleasant. Sure, he'd much rather be lying with the man right now, touching bare skin instead of fur but he wasn't complaining about this. He wouldn't.

Eliot rolled over a bit so that he was now laid out sideways, legs all sprawled to one end and his belly exposed to the hunter. Every time he thought of Dean, the soft echo of the wolf going 'Alpha' lingered in his mind.

And he wondered, would it be safe to release the beast from its leash?

He could sense that the creature still wanted to fight him for its freedom, but it wasn't with rage now, yet something else. Something had changed and it wanted Dean, the same something that had him whining again while Dean rubbed through his fur. He snorted too and licked his snout in answer to Dean's words, a bit of pride speaking up before he bared his belly really, but he still ended up whining again nonetheless.

But were they going to just sit in bed with Dean patting him down the whole night? He yawned, showing off some impressive canines, then glanced over to the television that was left on.

When Eliot rolled over and exposed Dean smiled and started scratching there too. He was sprawled out next to him and he rubbed and scratched from his chest and down his belly firmly. The whine made him tilt his head and he leaned in, wrapping his arms around Eliot for a moment.

He scratched over his belly again before glancing over at the tv again. "You want to go get on the couch and watch tv or something?"

The hug had Eliot shaking his head and nudging Dean, but he didn't pull away and just bore with it where he was half sprawled against Dean. He wiggled a bit to the belly scratches and finally tried to get up and stand on the bed. He managed that, even managed to jump from the bed to the floor, but he landed only on three feet and there was a noticeable limp still when he moved his way towards the couch.

It was somewhat strange, this would be his first time watching the television as a wolf. The bright colors were muted in his animal vision but the sounds and flashes of motions stirred interest in the creature. It wished to hunt, and he quelled that with a wolfish snuffle.

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