Dean Winchester/Eliot

[hunterusheroicus]

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.

Comments

[hunterusheroicus]

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.

[golden_retriever]

"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."

[hunterusheroicus]

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."

[golden_retriever]

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.

[hunterusheroicus]

"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.

[golden_retriever]

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.

[hunterusheroicus]

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