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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[hunterusheroicus]

He shrugged a shoulder, smiling and kissing him quickly. "Thats fine, just...you'll have my cellphone number before we head out of town. I'm sure we'll be able to meet up. Hell look how often we've already run into each other. And last time you even helped me kill a demon." He nodded before stretching out.

"Plus I think it'll be good for us to be together...what with the bond and all." And yeah he was trying to make it sound like no big deal, but it was his excuse for wanting to be near him.

[golden_retriever]

Eliot smirked as if he read through everything Dean said and didn't say. "I might not have a phone on me at all times, but I can give you a number that I'll check when I can if I don't have a phone on me."

That was the best he could offer and a personal line to Eliot Spencer? It was more than most people had.

"I'll think about it... and drop by every so often. And as far as I recall," he nudged Dean a little with his arm, "you were cursin' me on how I handled that demon."

[hunterusheroicus]

"As long as I know I have some way to reach you. And if we change numbers I'll make sure you get the new one. We do...every once in a while." He shrugged sheepishly at that. Hazards of being a hunter and all.

"Well yeah it wasn't the best, but you still helped. I'd probably have ended up slammed into the wall a few times coming in on him by myself. Didn't like that I damn near could have stabbed you if he'd have moved though. That blade is silver." He shifted a bit, swatting his arm lightly.

[golden_retriever]

"You wouldn't have," Eliot answered with a self assurance that came from more than mere bravado. It was a knife, and while he was trying to hold a creature steady before him, he wasn't as bad as not being able to dodge a knife to the gut if the creature got free.

"And... silver or not, it won't kill me, would it? Hurt like hell, yeah, go through that whole thing again..." He couldn't help but shiver slightly at thinking of getting acid poured into his guts. "Probably make me wish I was dead, but wouldn't have killed me. Didn't somewhere say it had to be silver in the heart?" He did try to read up on what he was, not that he could find much reliable on it.

[hunterusheroicus]

"Silver to the heart, yup." He watched Eliot, brushing his fingers through his hair again. "Yeah lets avoid silver at all costs? I don't want to go through pouring acid into any of your body ever again? I'm pretty sure I would have rather poured acid on my own skin instead."

He stretched, reaching and grabbing a bottle of water before taking several deep swallows.

[golden_retriever]

"You wouldn't have healed," Eliot pointed out the obvious in why that would've been a bad idea, besides that it wouldn't have done anything either.

"But yeah... I can do with the 'no more silver' rule. Once was enough." Eliot too didn't want to get acid poured on any part of him either. It beat some of the tortures that he was subjected to in North Korean prisons.

[hunterusheroicus]

"Lets get some rest, huh?" He glanced at the clock briefly, stretching beneath him and yawning. "Know we got plenty of sleep already, but I happen to like sleeping currently. I feel lazy with you." He smiled a bit. "Plus its only like...2. We've got plenty of time before tonight."

He dropped the bottle of water back on the table before relaxing and wrapping his arms around him, closing his eyes.

[golden_retriever]

Eliot didn't sleep all that much. He really didn't sleep much at all, but seeing Dean like this, he sighed and found himself suddenly yawning. "Guess I could do with a nap," he murmured as he stretched and was satisfied to note his shoulder hurting less.

Feeling awkward but right, he settled in beside Dean to sleep.