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 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.

Eliot settled down at the table leaning on it as not to put pressure on his back. He shook his head at the idea of Tylenol 3 though. "Nothin' prescribed," he insisted, knowing that would be too strong for his liking.

His next look was at Dean as if wondering how was the guy still alive. Or perhaps Dean didn't cook all that often after all. "You always cook burgers all the way, man." Reaching for a new bottle of water, he opened and downed half of it before continuing, "Steaks you go medium rare... but burgers... you don't know where's that meat been through. You got tomatoes?"

"Never had a problem with it before. My dad showed me how to cook them." He shrugged a shoulder, smiling sheepishly. "Ok so, all the way through then. Gotcha." He grabbed the tomatoes out of the fridge along with a head of lettuce and a jar of pickles. "I get my burgers fully loaded."

He grabbed a knife, rinsing it off before motioning to everything. "This is what we got. And cheese, but I'm leaving that in the fridge for now." He paused, bending down a bit. "You never did give me that kiss you know."

If Eliot was the type to roll his eyes, he would've. Right now though, he just reached a hand up to grab Dean by the collar and pulled him down all the way for that kiss.

"What kinda tomato you've got?" he asked, already picturing the ingredients in his mind.

Damn it was hard watching Dean cook without being able to do anything himself. "Pepper? Sea salt?"

He kissed back, nipping his lip playfully before standing back up. He reached for the tomatoes, pulling the package over and reading the side. "Beefsteak tomatoes." He turned the label towards Eliot before sliding the package closer. "You want to help cut up stuff while I season the meat?"

When Eliot asked about the spices he raised an eyebrow before pulling the spices he'd brought with him and bought out and setting them down on the table. "You have to season the meat I know that."

"Wasn't what I meant..." Eliot said, then grinned a little despite his pale look.

"Yeah, gimme anythin' you need cut." It was hell on his back, but Eliot wanted to be useful. At least this was something he was confident in being able to do easily.

"Beefsteak's got big slices," he agreed although it wouldn't have been his first choice. The texture's too soft and soggy, but Dean didn't look like he would appreciate the commentary.

"Well then what did you mean?" He smiled before grabbing the tomatoes again and the head of lettuce. He walked them over to the sink, rinsing them off before bringing them back. "There ya go."

He seasoned the meat before popping the skillet onto the stove top, turning it on quickly. "Yeah I normally don't get that kind of tomato, but I was in a hurry to get back here." He looked back at Eliot, biting his lip before he made a patty and started cooking it.

"Sea salt... it's... nevermind." There was no point in explaining the intricacies of various salt types when they weren't there.

The Tylenol seemed to have started kicking in and he grimaced less with each action.

He picked up the lettuce and rolled it a bit before he started peeling off the leaves. Then arranging them in a pile he gave them two quick slices to make them manageable for burger sizes.

It was when he started dealing with the tomatoes that Dean could see Eliot really knew how to handle a knife. They were sliced quickly and thin, all at an even length and with the same efficiency as he took care of the punks in the bar. "You got any herbs...? Basil?"

"You mean this?" He lifted the grinder bottle of sea salt that he had set on the counter. "Sea salt is better for you. Most places don't have it, but when I cook I like using it." He shrugged a shoulder before turning his attention back to the skillet.

He did notice how he cut the tomato and raised an eyebrow, looking pretty damn impressed. "Umm herbs? Didn't grab any, sorry." He shifted a bit, still just staring at him before going to the fridge again and snagging an onion. "You like onion on your burger? I'm seriously gonna go do some more shopping."

He chuckled, carrying the onion over to the table. He'd set a plate down for Eliot to put all the stuff on once he'd finished cutting it all up so he pushed it over to the side before leaning over and kissing him again. "Maybe once we can get you healed up you can cook for me."

Eliot was pleasantly surprised when Dean brought out the small bottle, didn't thinking for a second that this pool hustling hunter would have any idea what the difference between the two salts were. He grinned a bit in what could only be considered approval.

"Maybe," he answered although with a tone that said he would be quite proud of the opportunity. He took up the onion then thought a bit. "Are you gonna sauté them?"

He saw the grin and laughed, rolling his eyes playfully. He flipped the burger, pressing it back down into the skillet with the spatula before turning at the question. "Yeah I planned on it. I'm not a big fan of raw onion unless its the only choice I got." He slipped to the fridge real quick, grabbing a few slices of cheese from inside.

"You want cheese or no? Man I should have gotten mushrooms! I didn't even think about that." He made a face before sighing. "Sam thinks I'm crazy. When I make burgers I generally end up loading mine up so much that I have to smash it down to eat it, but I think its amazing. He said its a heart attack on a bun."

Knowing that they were going to be sauteed, Eliot turned the onion around and after halving it, started cutting it from the stem towards the root to cause it to fall apart in strips. It was also done efficiently enough that he had the thing cut apart and pushed away before it could get too irritating to the eyes.

"Yeah, add cheese to mine," he said after pushing that plate of tear gas precursors away.

"Don't worry about heapin' it on for mine. That's what a good burger is."

Dean could probably tell that Eliot was feeling better with the drug in him, though there was no mistaking how his skin still looked flushed and sometimes his hand still shook when he wasn't cutting anything. It was as if once the werewolf wasn't focused, his body continued trying to fall apart on him.

He turned, grabbing the plate of chopped onion and setting it next to the sink. He glanced over his shoulder at Eliot, watching him for a moment before smiling and turning back. He was still worried about him and he wished he didn't have to wait for Sam to show up. It felt like it would be too long.

"So tell me about the things you like to cook. Maybe I'll run down to the grocery store tomorrow after Sam leaves and get some more groceries. That way once you are better you can show me a thing or two." He chuckled, shifting as he grabbed one of the cheese slices, opening it and dropping it on top of the burger. He slid a new plate down, grabbing a bun and tossing it on the plate.

After a few more minutes he lifted the burger and put it on the bun before tossing the onions in the skillet to cook as well.

"I like experimentin'." If Eliot noticed that Dean was trying to distract him, he didn't expose him. "But I guess I cook a mean rattlesnake stake," he considered. "And pasta... but I know how to do other things too."

He considered the idea and nodded after a while. He wished he could just sit back, but he knew with his back still bleeding and having a gaping hole, that was impossible. Clearing the area in front of him, he crossed his arms on the table and all but sprawled on top of them.

"I'll write you up a list later," he murmured although he still couldn't understand this willingness to get along with the other man. Hopefully, Sam will figure out that mystery too.

"Might be a good idea to grab a few steaks... in case I need to eat when... you know."

"Rattlesnake steak?" His brows flew up and he made a face. "Like, real rattlesnake?" He cooked the onions, smiling when he dumped them back out onto the plate once they were done. Then he sat the plate on the table before sliding Eliot's burger in front of him.

"Umm what else you want? I got barbeque sauce, mayo, mustard, you know all that stuff." He pulled open the fridge, looking inside and turning his head to look at the man. He shifted, tilting his head. "You write me a list and I'll get everything you need."

The steak comment made him pause and he remembered, nodding quickly. "Anything you need."

Catching Dean's meaning, Eliot nodded his head gratefully and returned back to the topic before.

There werewolf laughed and apparently that gesture was finally enough to hurt even in his drugged state. He calmed down and shook his head. "Nah, talkin' of real steak, blue cheese, jalapeno, bacon-stuffed filet mignon. Called that due to the grillin'."

A pause then another wry grin. "Got a recipe or two for snakes too, I suppose. Never tried the southern style though. And put some barbecue and mustard on mine, no mayo." He'd make his own if he wanted real mayo.

He smiled when Eliot laughed. He enjoyed the sound of the man when he did that, even if he didn't like that it hurt him to do so. "Okay so seriously...you need to cook that for me because that sounds fucking amazing."

He grabbed the barbeque sauce and the mustard, setting them on the table for Eliot before pausing. He looked down at him for a moment before bending down and kissing him deeply. He didn't know exactly how Eliot felt about it, but he hoped that the man wouldn't push him away in the end.

"I don't know how I would ever feel about eating snake. That just...yeah it doesn't sound very good." He shrugged before moving back over to the counter to cook his burger.

Eliot might say something about how often Dean seemed to like kissing him if he didn't enjoy it so much. It was like his wolf would mentally wag its tail whenever Dean kissed him, and all Eliot cared was that for once, he and his wolf seemed to agree on liking something.

"It tastes like chicken really, bland taste. It's flakier though." He squeezed some mustard over the bun and looked to see if Dean got the pickles as well.

"There's not enough meat to make it a main dish unless you got yourself some big suckers anyway. It's good for you though, snake." At Dean's reaction, Eliot arched up a brow. "What, haven't you ever had lizard meat before?"

He set the pickles on the table, sliding the jar closer to him before going back to his burger, flipping it and pressing down. "I've had gator. Pretty sure thats the only lizard I've ever had." He glanced back, smiling. "I'll take your word for it though. Maybe someday I'll try it." He shifted, turning his attention back to the skillet as he continued.

"And if I do...well I'll remember you for telling me about it." Because he honestly didn't expect this to last. Yeah, he was enjoying himself except for the fact the other man was fucking poisoned and by HIS brother, but once Eliot was fully healed he'd leave and probably avoid seeing Dean and Sam ever again. Not that Dean could blame him one bit.

He heard his phone go off and he remembered that he hadn't actually turned it off. He went and snagged it, flipping it open to read the text Sam had sent him. He scrolled down as he read, quietly cursing at Sam for writing so much. Then he just stopped, brows furrowing before he glanced at Eliot.

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