hunterusheroicus | Dean Winchester/Eliot

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.

He pulled back when Eliot got up, watching and following after him. He could tell Eliot was antsy and he frowned as he sat down on the couch. "Maybe you'll finish healing before tomorrow night. I hate that you're stuck in here with me." He reached out, scratching down his side again. He had noticed the limp.

"Oh, let me know if you end up getting hungry or anything. We can get your something to eat and drink." He nudged his side playfully, wishing Eliot wasn't hurt so he could maybe end up actually relaxing and having some fun with him.

Talking of food, Eliot was feeling a little hungry after the change, but he had just settled on the couch and didn't feel like moving yet. He would've if he was at full strength and could get it himself, but he didn't want to bother Dean either.

The nudge was answered with a swat of his paw, but he was quickly settled against Dean and enjoying the light scratches. Actually, although he was in front of the television now, his attention was on Dean more. His eyes had grown half lidded as he rested his head in Dean's lap and his wolf just enjoyed the attention of his alpha.

But damn if his stomach didn't choose that moment to rumble.

He heard the rumble and he frowned before swatting his flank. "You're hungry. Let me get you something." He rubbed down his side before sliding out from underneath the wolf before heading over to the kitchenette. He hummed as he pulled one of the packages out of the fridge before grabbing the skillet.

He started the heat before looking back at Eliot for a moment. He fidgeted before grabbing a bottle of water. He didn't know if he should pour the bottle in a bowl or not. He didn't want to treat Eliot like a dog.

Eliot grumbled at that anyway but didn't deny that he could use some meat. Licking his snout, he watched as Dean went to the fridge and retrieved a package. By that point he already got off the couch and started to limp over when he realized that Dean wasn't handing the steak to him.

No, in fact, he was putting it in to cook.

Stopping where he was, the wolf tilted its head and looked up at the man making him dinner. Ir wasn't necessary, but he appreciated the effort anyway when the soft sizzling and sound of cooking fat filled the small hotel room.

Hungry now, Eliot nudged a nose at Dean's leg then looked up at the bottle of water. Really, water was water, the important part was to make it available for drinking, and holding onto it high above his head wasn't helpful.

He finally grabbed a large bowl, pouring the water into the bowl before kneeling. He sat the bowl down, looking at him and sliding his fingers through his fur. "Gimme a minute to cook this and then you'll have your steak. Think I might toss some of the chinese in the microwave." He smiled softly before scratching down his side, once again avoiding his wound with his touches.

He stood back up, checking the steak for a moment before digging through the fridge for the chinese leftovers. He grabbed a plate, piling it up with food as he shifted a bit, checking the steak again.

Eliot gave Dean another nudge to show that he was more hungry than patient, but then left the man to cook his steak while he dipped his head to the bowl of water. It was rather nice how Dean cared about him and hadn't just outright treated him like the beast he was, and Eliot showed his appreciation by leaning up against the the other man when he came back from the fridge.

He didn't know if he would act anything remotely like this around any other should he have changed before them, but he knew without a doubt now that he wouldn't harm Dean. It was a relief to finally know there was someone he could relax with.

It didn't take him long to cook the steak. He grabbed a clean plate and tossed the steak on it before setting it on the floor next to the water. He liked feeling Eliot lean against him. It was kind of calming and weird for him knowing that if this had been anyone else or even an actual wolf he probably would have panicked by now.

"Okay you enjoy that and I'm gonna go stretch out on the couch." He watched him for a moment before nudging him lightly and smiling. "You come pile up on me when you're done and we can watch tv. Sound good?"

Probably to Dean's surprise, Eliot picked the steak up in his jaws but then shook his head. He nudged at the bowl with his nose and looked up at Dean, then started to move over to the couch with the steak in mouth. Dean would have to carry that bowl of water.

It was rather like a large puppy holding onto its master's slippers the way he half trotted, half limped there.

He was surprised for a moment and then he started laughing before grabbing the bowl. "Alright alright. Bossy." He knew he'd probably end up getting smacked by a paw or a tail, but he didn't mind. He set the bowl down before flopping down on the couch and kicking his legs up across it. Eliot would have to lay pretty much on top of him at this point, but Dean had already made it clear that he didn't mind.

"If I'm around next full moon...you'll be healed by then. I'd kinda like to see you then? Actually out of a hotel room and able to run around? Its up to you though." He shifted before laying his head down on the arm. He'd completely forgot about his own food at the point, proving he wasn't really all that hungry yet. He'd get it later.

Eliot was working on the steak between his jaws, half sprawled across the human and happily wolfing down the slab of meat, literally. However, he stopped when Dean asked his question. Furry ears turned slightly and shifted, and there was something incredibly human in the way Eliot's blue-gold eyes looked troubled by the idea.

This time he allowed Dean to see him because he had no choice... but why would Dean still want to see the beast next time? Eliot by now knew he wouldn't hurt Dean, but he also wasn't worth seeing like this.

He lowered his head down onto Dean's chest and then slowly started tugging on the meat again. What was so good to see about him stuck in an animal form and with his mind half human, half beast?

Of course, Dean being Dean took it the wrong way. He decided it wasn't worth pushing so he just turned his attention towards the tv, fingers curling slowly through Eliot's fur while the wolf enjoyed the steak. He assumed this meant that Eliot wouldn't want him around after all this was over. The next two nights would pass and Sam would help them figure out how to break the bond between them. Then Eliot could be free, right? Dean would never have to see him again...

Unfortunately, the idea kind of made Dean sick. He knew he should want to break the bond. He was a hunter. He shouldn't want to be stuck with a werewolf, but he knew Eliot was different. He wasn't just some blood thirsty monster. He glanced at Eliot for a moment, fingers catching in his fur for a split second before moving, scratching over his skin again.

Maybe Eliot thought it wasn't worth it being stuck around a human like him. It wasn't like he had the highest opinion of himself either.

Not realizing the thoughts that ran through the human's mind mirrored his own, if the mirror was a cruel self reflecting one, Eliot merely thought the silence was Dean realizing that Eliot was right and didn't bother asking again. Still, he was comforted by the soft draw of fingers through his fur and shifted himself nearer when the steak was done.

Yawning, he rested his head down on Dean and all but snuggled against him, not that he would ever admit to doing so even under pain of torture. But with Dean sprawled over the couch like that, unless Eliot took to the floor, that was how he was going to have to share the couch with Dean.

And damn if he wasn't comfortable that way. In fact, he was so comfortable that he yawned then started drifting against his Alpha.

His fingers continued to drift through fur, eyes feeling heavy after a while. He craned his neck, looking down at Eliot briefly and smiling when he noticed the man was starting to fall asleep. He scratched up to his neck, petting through the fur again before closing his own eyes. He yawned as he started drifting off himself.

Before he actually fell asleep he curled one arm around Eliot, holding him close while his fingers still stroked idly.

Eliot fell asleep against the comforting warm presence of his Alpha. This may possibly be the first time he actually slept the night through as a wolf, the first night that the beast was peaceful enough to want to sleep.

It was nearly dawn when Eliot suddenly awoke with the barely suppressed desire to howl. His whole body felt like it was on fire, and half falling and half jumping, he rolled off Dean to the floor below. Damnit! He had lost track of time in his sleep and now the change started to overtake him before he was ready for it.

When Dean felt Eliot roll off him abruptly he made a sound, reaching for him subconsciously. He shifted around a bit, opening one eye before shutting it again. "Hmmwhere ya goin?" He muffled out, turning over and pressing his face into one of the couch cushions as he tried to wake up and figure out where Eliot had gone to in such a hurry.

He still felt warm from having the wolf sprawled over the top of him, leaving him fuzzy and slow to wake.

Eliot couldn't answer, not that he could've said much even had the pain not overtaken him so completely. Collapsing onto all fours against the coffee table, he tried to scrabble towards the bathroom, but even he knew it was too late to hide.

His bones had already started shifting, breaking, twisting, remaking back into the human form that he originally used to be. The fur was reabsorbed so the thinner pale flesh could come out beneath, reddened from the process of being remade. Short wolf paws lengthened back to digits as he all but curled in on himself, mouth opened wide in a silent scream from the excruciating torture.

Several minutes was all it took, but by the time the last blonde hair grew out, he was sprawled out on the floor and panting like his life depended on it. His nerves still shivered from the pain that was sent flooding through them not so long ago, and when he tried to draw himself up too early, he whimpered and fell back down again.

A few minutes, he would need that much before he could try to do anything.

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