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.

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[golden_retriever]

Eliot wasn't going to argue against a kiss like that. He gave back as good as he got, and by the time he pulled back, he was smirking much like the wolf that got, well, both the cat and the canary.

"How's that s'posed to work?" Eliot asked, his relaxed features scrunching a bit at the thought of developing mind reading abilities with his Alpha. It weirded him, but he nodded his head to show that he accepted these things as facts. If he could be a werewolf, then werewolves could develop psychic abilities made perfect sense.

[hunterusheroicus]

Oh that wasn't okay! Sam made a sound and closed his eyes, not needing to watch his older brother and his...whatever the hell Eliot was making out on the bed. Dean didn't seem to mind though, growling softly into the kiss as he tangled a hand in Eliot's hair. When Eliot pulled back he was breathing quite a bit heavier and he leaned in to Eliot's ear.

"If you weren't still hurt I'd fuck the hell out of you as soon as Sammy was out the door." He smiled before pulling away to pay attention to what Sam had to say. He frowned a bit, looking confused. "So wait...you're sayin we'll be able to hear each other's thoughts? I...Thats kinda weird."

Sam shook his head, peeking at them before opening his eyes completely. "No...I mean you might not. Nothing might happen or you might both become empathic towards one another instead." Before Dean had a chance to say anything he held his hand up, continuing. "Empathic means you'd be able to tell what the other was feeling, Dean."

Dean just made a face at Sam, throwing a pillow at him. "Bitch." Sam rolled his eyes. "Jerk." He shot back.

[golden_retriever]

Eliot was merely amused by the two of them both until what Sam said caught up to him.

"Wait a minute, you mean we'd be able to feel what each other are feelin'? No! No, no, I say, no! That's..." Before Dean could give him a hurt look, Eliot scowled and shook his head.

"That's too dangerous, man." He narrowed his eyes, "For you. I dunno what you think I do, but it ain't flowers and sunshine. Hell, he shot me." He waved a hand in gesture to Sam although this time there wasn't any malice at the words. Water under the bridge and all that, now he was only making a point.

"And trust me, he ain't the first one to try."

[hunterusheroicus]

Sam threw up his hands, shaking his head. "No! Nonono not like that! Emotionally! Like..no if you were to get hurt...no. Dean isn't going to feel it if you get shot or stabbed or anything like that. Sorry I guess...I should probably explain this shit better." He noticed the hurt look on Dean's face that was quickly going from hurt to a mixture of anger as well. "Dean don't you even think about getting off that bed until I'm done talking or I'll kick your ass."

Of course, he hoped Eliot wouldn't take that threat in the wrong way. He had no clue how this shit worked. "You'd feel things emotionally. Umm anger, fear, happiness? Uhh love....joy? I don't know how it all works really. Empathy is an emotional connection though. Telepathy would be more dangerous in sharing that kind of pain honestly."

Dean didn't look at Eliot, taking just a moment to send his full glare Sam's way before ignoring his brother completely and pushing off the bed. He grabbed his plate off the nightstand, carrying it to the sink before he washed it and put it away, all the time being none too gentle.

[golden_retriever]

"Don't need empathy to know he's pissed," Eliot muttered as he looked after Dean trying to strangle the life out of a plate, that was before trying to drown it and torture it with the rag. After watching Dean for a while, Eliot got the good sense to leave him alone and addressed Sam directly instead.

"Still... too dangerous. Ain't there a way to stop this telepathy or empathy thing without breakin' the bond?"

Because Eliot wasn't trying to get rid of Dean, he was trying to eliminate all these strings attached that would potentially get them killed. He didn't know how dangerous was what Sam and Dean did for a living, but hunting monsters couldn't be that simple a thing either.

[hunterusheroicus]

"Don't you think if I knew something I would have already told you? I don't even know how to break the bond!" He said, wincing when he heard a dish hit the bottom of the sink hard. He looked over at Dean slowly, wondering if he was going to end up breaking anything.

"I only know what I've read. There isn't enough information on either of the mental...I'm sorry." He shifted slightly. "I don't know what you do, man. I don't want to know, but...you can't have it any worse than us and what we do." He smiled weakly. "I've watched him get ripped apart by hellhounds and brought back to life four months later. He spent 40 years in hell."

He shrugged before pushing himself up. "Sorry, but nothing you can tell me about your job will compare to what he has been through. Now...I'm gonna try and call Bobby. See if he has any info." He walked to the door. "Dean call me if you need anything." All he got in reply was the middle finger before he sighed and walked out.

[golden_retriever]

"The hell?" Few things could stun Eliot Spencer, but being told that someone went to Hell for 40 years might do it. He stopped short and the rest of what Sam said became background as he merely turned to stare at Dean.

"Is he serious? You..." He trailed off when it was clear that neither of them were joking.

"How's that freakin' possible?" He got up and walked up behind Dean. "Talk to me, man. I get I'm missin' a lot here, and no one's gonna fill me in but you."

But he got that some things of the past should stay in the past. He did, so he wasn't going to push even though this made him physically uncomfortable with how strange it all was and without an explanation. He couldn't help but sniff Dean again, subtly, just to make sure he smelled like he was alive and not some reanimated corpse.

[hunterusheroicus]

Once Sam was out of the room Dean stopped, feeling Eliot behind him and hearing the question, knowing he should probably explain. "If I'm tellin' this story I need something stronger than beer." He mumbled, grabbing a glass and the bottle of Jack sitting on the counter. He filled the glass before heading over to the bed and sitting back against the headboard.

He laid his head back, gathering his thoughts about that whole period of time in his life. "Sit, please." He motioned to the bed before taking a large drink and scrubbing his fingers through his hair.

"Okay so it was a few years ago. You know what we hunt. Sam...well...he's different. Our mom made a deal with a demon before we were born. She didn't know what all it entailed, but in the end she was basically offering up Sam. When he was six months old a demon got into his nursery and fed him demon blood. Killed our mom the same night. It was just...a big mess. Our dad raised us as hunters." He closed his eyes for a moment.

"Jump ahead. Ends up Sam wasn't the only one. He ended up getting taken to this ghost town of a village. Most haunted place in America. Dropped in the middle of this place with these other...special kids with powers like him. They were put there to kill one another. Sam and this guy, Jake, were the only two left by the time me and Bobby got there. So Sam ran and the dude killed him." He snorted, shaking his head. "I summoned a crossroads demon and sold my soul. I got one year before they were gonna drag my soul to hell, but Sam got to live."

The look on his face turned pained. "Year passed and the hellhounds came for me. Thats why I don't like dogs. You have something as fearsome as a hellhound come after you? Yeah it leaves a fucking mark. So I went to hell. Time passes differently there. Here I was gone four months. Down there it was forty years. I spent the first thirty on the rack being tortured...then...they kept offering to let me down. To free me...if I would just pick up the tools and start doing the torturing...so I did."

And if Eliot really looked when Dean opened his eyes and took another gulp he would see how bright Dean's eyes suddenly were with tears. He turned his head quickly though, hoping the man wouldn't see them. "Ten years I tortured souls. They...they screamed and they begged and I liked it. I would have become a demon if Cas hadn't come after me. Cas is an angel... like from Heaven kinda angel. He helps us out occasionally, but now that he's pretty much taken over getting Heaven back under control since the Apocalypse we don't see him much."

[golden_retriever]

At that point, Eliot reached out for the bottle of Jack and just drank it straight from the bottle. In the last five minutes, he discovered that angels were real, demons were real, apparently an apocalypse happened, hell and heaven were real, which by extension he was pretty much destined for hell, and that his Alpha apparently spent four decades there already.

In fact, one bottle of JD suddenly didn't seem nearly enough.

"It happened. It's done. That doesn't mean anythin' here and now except what you let it mean." Because it didn't matter to Eliot. His life wasn't as adventurous as Dean's, but he was no white lily himself.

At least Dean went there because he sold his soul to save his brother. Eliot's place there, when he eventually died, would be completely be of his own making.

[hunterusheroicus]

"Easy for you to say." He mumbled softly, looking down at the glass in his hand as a tear streaked down his face. "I know your...line of work can get rough...you've probably done some fucked up shit..." He shook his head again, still looking anywhere but Eliot. "But you didn't train under the best in Hell...you didn't let...let him..." He couldn't finish and he just chugged down the rest of his glass in one breath.

He sat the glass on the night stand down with a heavy thud before reaching for his cellphone. He dialed Sam's cell, speaking as soon as he heard him pick up. "Bring me some more Jack. Big bottle. No questions, just do it."

Then he flipped it shut and closed his eyes, unable to deny that there were tears on his face again. "I took pleasure in what I did. I would have been his...second in command had I not gotten out. I remember all of it. Every fucking second. Every soul that begged me to stop..." His head hung, voice dropping almost to a whisper. "S'why I didn't want to use that acid on you...to...to burn you..." Because he'd done that plenty in Hell.

[golden_retriever]

Until the new bottle came, Eliot gave Dean back the one he took after another swallow of the brew. It burned right into his stomach and he tried to hold onto that warmth. For a werewolf with higher body temperatures, he felt awfully chilled at the moment.

"I ain't judgin'," he told Dean again and looked at his Alpha hoping to catch the man's gaze. "You did what you did. It was Hell... I don't even know how fucked up that place must be."

He placed a hand on Dean's knee and just rested it there to let the hunter know he was there and he wasn't pulling away.

"Dean... you're right. I have done things I'm not proud of. Horrible, terrible things, and I don't even have the excuse of sayin' I was in Hell to explain it. I'm not a good guy, Dean. Not even close. So I'm not judgin' you. I don't have the right to judge."

[hunterusheroicus]

He downed a long swig, intending to get fucked up if at all possible sometime during the course of the day. He'd pushed these memories down for so long, but it hadn't felt right not telling Eliot once Sam brought it all up.

When the hand found his knee he slowly looked up, shining green eyes meeting Eliot's. "You know it was technically my fault the Apocalypse happened? You see, good ol' Lucifer was locked away in this cage that dear old Dad put him in. Time out for the bad kid. There are 666 seals on this cage, but only 66 needed to break to let him out." He snorted, rolling his eyes and taking another swig before offering the bottle to Eliot.

"The first seal was broken when a righteous man's soul went to hell and willingly stepped off the rack and took up the tools of torture....guess who the righteous man was?" He said it sarcastically, voice bitter. "The whole...Sam demon blood thing? Sam was the one meant to break the last seal...to let Luci out into the world. Turns out me and Sam are the vessels of Lucifer and Michael...two brothers who can't get over their shit. But Sam let Lucifer use him as a meat suit, let that asshole wear him to the prom....and ended up throwing both Lucifer and Michael back in the cage."

He slid his hand over Eliot's, squeezing before tugging at his arm, hoping he would get the hint that Dean needed to feel him close. That he needed the comfort of knowing that Eliot really wasn't pulling away.

[golden_retriever]

Most of that honestly went over Eliot's head as Dean delved into stories of Lucifer and archangels, fantastical adventures that pretty much existed outside of Eliot's norm. And his norm, ever since getting changed into a werewolf, had expanded considerably.

But he sensed that Dean needed to speak as much as he wanted Eliot there to listen, so he didn't interrupt but just kept is hand squeezing Dean's knee.

It was when he felt the hunter slip his own hand over his that Eliot finally moved forward and enveloped the man into his embrace.

"There's no use chasin' the past on this one. World's still standin', so that apocalypse of yours didn't come to pass. Don't go beatin' yourself up over it." He raised his hand to card gently through Dean's hair as he held his Alpha close to his chest.

[hunterusheroicus]

He leaned into Eliot, closing his eyes and pressing his face against his skin. "Thanks." He said quietly after a few minutes, lifting his head to look at Eliot. "I haven't talked to anyone about...any of that in a long time. It felt good to get it off my chest for once." He leaned in, kissing Eliot softly before leaning back against the headboard again.

"So, you know, you can't really pull that whole monster card on me. I been to hell, buddy, and I did some fucked up shit there. If anyone...if anyone here is the monster its me." He pulled Eliot, getting the man to lie down with him. "And until Sam figures all this crap out you're stuck with me." He looked down, shrugging a shoulder.

"Damn it Sammy needs to hurry up with the damn whiskey." He mumbled, snagging the bottle of Jack and taking a long swig.

[golden_retriever]

Eliot laid down, but he did growl a bit at hearing Dean call himself a monster. He wasn't one to talk though, not with him actually being a monster, both in the werewolf sense and what he used to do for a living.

"Don't think that counts," he just muttered then followed it with a sigh. With Dean's lead in for him, now was probably as good a time to discuss this whole bond thing as any.

"Dean, listen. I heard you the other day and I know you don't want to break this... whatever this is between us. And the truth of it is," Elito growled low when it seemed like Dean wanted to say something, "No, listen. Thing is... damnit, I don't think I want to either. I know, I know what I said before this, alright, but... last night... I've never felt so at ease durin' a full moon before. I've been fightin' the beast for years, man, and last night, I could actually sleep. And that never happened before."

[hunterusheroicus]

He shifted, opening his mouth to speak and snapping it back shut when Eliot growled at him. He did just listen, watching him before giving a half smile. "So you don't mind being stuck with me?" He asked softly, shifting and wrapping his arms around Eliot.

"I...I know you heard me and I mean...well you know I do care right? I mean I'm not gonna be all sentimental here and shit but I'm happy." He leaned in, brushing his fingers through his hair before tugging him in close again.

"I like last night though. I mean, I admit I like you better like this, but it was kinda nice. Laying with you on the couch and falling asleep..."

[golden_retriever]

"Don't make me repeat that," Eliot growled instead as he turned so her could stretch out properly beside Dean.

"I've got no friggin' clue how it's s'posed to work and what your brother said about that telepathy thing... It ain't gonna be a problem, is it?" Eliot was relaxing against Dean though and even his gruff tone wasn't used as more than trivial annoyance.

He hoped Sam wouldn't walk in on them like this. Eliot didn't feel like that Jack was necessary anymore and it would just be awkward right now.

[hunterusheroicus]

"I won't." He mumbled, setting the bottle of Jack on the night stand before scooting down until he was lying down. He smiled, pulling Eliot almost on top of him.

"Its not gonna be a problem. Don't worry about it okay? It might not even happen." He shrugged, looking up at Eliot for a moment before wrapping an arm around his waist.

He smirked, shaking his head a bit before leaning up and kissing him, hand grasping the back of his neck to keep him in the kiss.

[golden_retriever]

Eliot wasn't going to argue against a demonstrative reassurance like that. He had no intention of pulling away either, preferring to instead to delve his tongue deep into the hunter's open mouth.

He moaned at the sensation of Dean's tongue sliding over his and he had to put an elbow on the bed to prevent himself from crushing his Alpha.

They parted with Eliot pleasantly panting and out of breath. "Dammit, I can't believe I'm askin' this, man, but you sure this is a good idea right now?"

[hunterusheroicus]

His hand had moved from the back of Eliot's neck to tangle in his hair, moaning softly into the man's mouth. He was breathless as well and he smiled for a moment before groaning and letting his head fall back against the pillow.

"Not really. I mean, I don't think you're up for anything just yet. We could just keep doing this though..." He kissed him again, briefly this time. "I'm sure you can handle kissing, yeah?"

[golden_retriever]

"Kissin' ain't the problem," Eliot grumbled although he wasn't about to just stop either. His lips met with Dean's again and they locked mouths once more.

It was a healing process of sorts. Wolves nuzzled and got close and well, this was just their version of nuzzling. "Don't say I didn't warn you." There was a real possibility that it wouldn't remain kissing for long if they kept this up.

[hunterusheroicus]

"I won't let anything happen that could hurt you." He growled softly before pulling him into another deep, heated kiss. Both hands tangled in Eliot's hair now, tugging lightly just to tease as he nipped at the man's tongue.

After a few moments he dropped one hand and instead circled his arm around Eliot's waist again, holding him close against him. He licked at his tongue, chuckling into their kiss.

[golden_retriever]

It was unexpected, but when Eliot heard Dean's growl, he was suddenly very turned on. Eliot found himself keening softly such that it rumbled against Dean's throat.

He wanted more and all this kissing only whetted his appetite.

"I'm healin' up fine. Stop treatin' me like spun glass." He moved down and went to attack Dean's throat with a pleased growl. His hips lowered and pressed against Dean's leg to show him what else was pleased.

[hunterusheroicus]

Oh wow that keening sound went straight to his groin. "Alright alright..." He groaned, tilting his head back so that Eliot had better access to his throat. He slid his thigh between the man's, rubbing against him.

After a few minutes he tugged Eliot's head back and leaned his head down to latch onto his mark on Eliot's shoulder, growling softly again. He ground up against Eliot's hip, wishing his jeans were gone so he could feel Eliot's skin on his own.

[golden_retriever]

There was no way they could remain unmoved with the amount of growling and grinding that was going on. With how utterly bared Eliot was already, there was no hiding how turned on he was too by it all.

Eliot humped himself lightly against the leg that Dean slipped between his thighs, groaning and tilting his head back to bare his throat for his Alpha. He growled, low like a wolf but at the same time moaned for more Dean.

"Lemme get under you," he said as he fell back onto the bed beside Dean. His back made him cringe slightly from a pained twinge, but it was better than him trying to support himself over Dean.