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]

Dean moved forward, eyes watching Eliot for a moment as his jaw tightened in anger, shoving the knife into its chest. He was shaking slightly as he watched the flare up inside its body and behind its eyes before pulling the knife out, watching the body slump heavily. Then he lifted his eyes back up to the man. "I told you to get the fuck away from it." He looked down at his knife, wiping the blood on his jeans before looking at the safe.

"What were you here for anyways?" He walked over, looking inside and smirking as he pulled out a few bundled stacks of cash. He waved them in the air, tilting his head. "Please tell me you were here for more than cash, dude."

[golden_retriever]

Eliot fought down the insane desire to cringe in the face of Dean's anger. The hell? "I let go, that thing would be hard to grab hold of again."

Squaring his shoulders, he stepped away from the body with a grunt and glanced warily over towards Dean. And his silver knife.

"No," he said, stepping over to the safe and frowning at the various bundles. Then spotting the small jewelry box behind one of them, he grabbed it and opened it to reveal the ring with some sort of crest on it.

"Came here for this," he said showing it before stowing it into his jeans pocket. Though he was now giving the cash in the safe thoughtful looks too.

"Wouldn't mind takin' some cash though."

[hunterusheroicus]

He snorted, glaring at Eliot sharply. "I've been dealing with those assholes a long time. You letting go would have ended the exact same way. Him a slumped dead mass on the floor." Without thinking he grabbed Eliot's arm, squeezing. "I could have stabbed you if he'd jerked the right damn way." He eyed the ring for a moment before looking back at the safe and shrugging.

Why the hell not? He divided the money, setting half back in the safe before shoving the bundles he still had in his pocket, worrying about counting later. He and Sammy were running low on funds. This would definitely help out. "How long are you in town?" He heard footsteps and turned, looking at Sam who was standing in the doorway now surveying it all.

"Its all good Sam. Uhhh this is, ah, Eliot." He looked up, remembering the name well. "He's a hunter as well." Yeah because there was no way in hell we was going to let his brother know that he was being friendly with a werewolf. "Eliot this is my brother Sam. Anyways, ganked the bastard, got some cash. I say we call this a day and get back to the hotel. I need a beer and the bar was close."

[golden_retriever]

Eliot growled, feeling threatened by Dean although he couldn't explain what or how. Rather, it wasn't by Dean, but his inner wolf's reaction to Dean.

He jerked his arm away as if it burnt him, being nice to not have turned it into an attack to show the other what he was capable of.

He strangely had no desire to do such a thing.

Grunting, he turned to grab a pack of the money, heaved it, then shrugged and let Dean carry it. Technically Eliot didn't need it although it would help too.

Being called a 'hunter' though did make him arch his brows in surprise. It might've given him away, but he was quick to drop them and cover with smirk in an arrogant way. "Sam, huh. Nice to meet you. Yeah, I say we get outta here before his backup security makes it here."

If Sam had explored the house, he would find that the original security guards had all been knocked out one way or another.

[hunterusheroicus]

Sam looked between them suspiciously before shrugging and Dean motioned for him to go as he started heading towards the door. "Lets get the hell out of here then." He looked back at Eliot. "We're staying at Jackson Hole motel. Its next to the Wolfs Den bar. If you want to compare notes later." He smirked before shoving Sam playfully, listening to his brother protest as he headed down the stairs.

He turned and walked down too, heading back outside to the Impala. He hummed, wondering why he'd asked Eliot to meet him. The dude was a one night stand, but he'd been pretty preoccupied lately by him. He just couldn't get the guy out of his head and it was driving him insane.

[golden_retriever]

"Sure," Eliot answered, not minding the idea of seeing Dean again and shooting a few beers together. If he was lucky, they might shoot more than drinks.

"I'll be there in an hour," he said as they parted ways outside.

Strangely, he couldn't get the hunter out of his mind either. He wasn't trying to remember him intentionally, but every so often over the last few weeks, he would recall him again. Eliot tacked it down to this being the first person to know he was a werewolf.

[hunterusheroicus]

He spent the entire way back to the motel explaining to Sam that he'd met Eliot on a hunt, that they'd just become kinda grudging friends and nothing more. Of course, Sam didn't believe him for a second, but he just shrugged it off.

Once back to the hotel he booked a second room, claiming that since Sam wanted to get some sleep it would be a good idea since Eliot might talk shop after a few beers and they'd come back to the motel to do so.

Finally an hour later he was sitting in the bar, eyes studying everyone as he drank a beer. He was tempted to make his way to the pool table, hustle a little out of habit, but with the stacks of money settled firmly in his duffel bag at the hotel he figured he didn't need it.

[golden_retriever]

Erupt had went back to his own hotel room and packed his stuff away before coming to meet with Dean. Lurking in a corner in that pub with the ironic name, Eliot waited for Dean to settle and order a drink, watching him quietly to see if he came alone. It wasn't until Dean was halfway through his beer that Eliot detached himself from his corner to approach.

"Hey," he greeted and waved to the server. When she came over, he gave her a charming smile and ordered a draft from the 'sweetheart'.

"Don't think your brother bought the hunter crap," Eliot said as he settled down next to him.

[hunterusheroicus]

"Yeah well he isn't asking anymore questions." He mumbled, glancing over at Eliot briefly. "I'm pretty sure he just thinks we're fucking, but whatever." He took another pull from the bottle before licking his lips. "Sorry I got mad back there. I shouldn't have grabbed you like that."

He shrugged a shoulder, rubbing the back of his neck slowly. "I'm kinda surprised we ended up running into each other. I figured after you took off I'd never see you again." Because yeah he'd been a little annoyed. He could admit that much, but he figured the other man would just shrug it off.

[golden_retriever]

"He's alright with that?" Not that it really mattered if Sam wasn't, but given that the brother was also a hunter, Eliot wanted to know if he had to watch out for the giant of a man shooting him in the dark.

"Yeah, I had somewhere to be last time," he lied. "Figured to save you the trouble of kickin' me out in the mornin'." And, he didn't trust Dean enough to fall asleep beside a man who professionally killed monsters like him.

[hunterusheroicus]

"He doesn't know what you are, dude. He just thinks you're some random guy." He looked over and suddenly his eyes landed on Eliot's neck, staring at the mark he left. Without thinking he leaned in. "Why didn't your neck heal up?" He shifted slightly, tilting his head.

He would not admit that somewhere deep inside him he felt pretty damn satisfied that he'd left a permanent mark on Eliot. Something that would always be there and always be his. "Yeah I'm sure you did. Probably thought I was going to gank you in the middle of the night." He shook his head, catching Eliot's eyes.

"Which I wouldn't. Just so you know. I'm not going to gank the dude I just fucked. Not my style." He finished off his beer, motioning for another one quickly.

[golden_retriever]

The mention of his mark had Eliot give Dean an annoyed glare. Good thing the server appeared then with his beer and the look instantly softened when Eliot thanked the the 'sweetheart'.

"Beats me... Shouldn't be there," he said gruffly afterwards, still annoyed but at least not glaring at Dean. "Whatever the reason, now I got two bite marks on me as if one wasn't enough." Referring to his wolf bite for the other.

He also didn't deny that, yes, he was wary about Dean stabbing him in the middle of the night. He also didn't answer the hunter that, unlike Dean, if the hunter tried anything, Eliot wouldn't have trouble killing the man he just fucked.

"So, you got a curfew with your brother?"

[hunterusheroicus]

"Nope. We got separate rooms because he wanted to do some research for our next hunt and I sure as hell don't want to be around for that. My brother's a nerd." He snorted, rolling his shoulders for a moment as he eyed the server when she walked away. He pushed down on the feeling of jealousy, frowning before turning his face away.

"You interested in coming back with me?" He tapped his fingers on the bar, scanning the door as a small group came in together. Then he looked back at Eliot, smirking a bit.

[golden_retriever]

"Separate rooms sounds like a good plan." Eliot's eyes followed the group coming in too. In fact, his gaze had flickered that way every time the door opened, and the way he positioned himself at the bar had him half facing that way too.

"Hope you didn't get one next door," he answered with a smirk of his own. That in itself was his answer to Dean.

[hunterusheroicus]

"Hell no I didn't get one next door. I got one down at the end of the building. Pretty sure Sammy knows what I'll be getting up to." He finally got his beer and he took a drink, licking his lips. "We could head off the way now if you want."

He dug a few bills out of his pocket, slapping them down on the bar. He rubbed the back of his neck, downing half his beer quickly and eyeing Eliot.

[golden_retriever]

"Yeah, he'd be stupid to not figure that out." Eliot chuckled and arched up his eyebrow. "So what's the hurry?" he taunted, still leisurely taking his time with his drink. So far he drank only half that draft.

"Night's still early." He glanced at the clock that hung over the bar that read a quarter past midnight. "Relatively."

He made no move to get up either, obviously intent on teasing Dean. He knew the other man wanted him and he enjoyed working it up more.

[hunterusheroicus]

"No hurry." He leaned a bit closer, eyes narrowing slightly. "Maybe I just want to fuck you into the mattress again." He chuckled, taking another sip of his beer. "Course we could always stay here for a little longer. Might get some food or something." He tapped the bar again, raising an eyebrow.

He wanted to grab Eliot and haul him closer, see what he would do, but he wasn't sure that was a good idea. "If I knew you wouldn't try and kick my ass I'd drag you out of here." He growled softly.

[golden_retriever]

Eliot's nostrils flared slightly at Dean's bold statement, but it was the light growl that sent the shiver of excitement down his spine. He didn't know what was it, but it made the hairs at the back of his neck tingle.

Slowly, he lowered his drink to the bar table.

"Damn right I'd kick your ass if you tried," Eliot said in a slow drawl then paused briefly to smile back at the server girl who passed batting her lashes at him. When she moved on, the werewolf turned his smirk back on the hunter.

"And who's to say it won't be me screwin' you into the mattress this time, Dean?"

[hunterusheroicus]

He noticed the server again and glared at her before turning away quickly to stare at his bottle. "You keep checking her out I might just let you take her where ever instead." He finished the beer off, setting it down with a thud before cutting his eyes across at him.

"I'd like to see you try and screw me into the mattress. I don't give in easily." He leaned closer, locking eyes with Eliot in challenge.

[golden_retriever]

Dean's jealous answer actually got Eliot to look back in surprised. "Chill, man, she just brought me my beer." He wasn't even consciously trying to flirt with her, although when she passed, he did notice that she had a shapely body. In fact, it looked like the girl had tucked her shirt down tight even more than it was before.

Chuckling, Eliot looked back at Dean and shook his head. "Just so you know, you're really no match for me."

His smirk was even more of a challenge. It was implied that Dean got to top because Eliot let him.

[hunterusheroicus]

He didn't know why he did it but the next time the server passed them, eyeing Eliot like she was going to eat him alive, he reached over and grabbed the back of Eliot's neck to pull him in and press their lips together. Dean kissed him hard, claiming his lips in a rough kiss before pulling back with a shocked look on his face.

"I'd like to test that." He said deeply, still shocked at his actions. At least the server had taken off, realizing that maybe she didn't really have a chance.

[golden_retriever]

Eliot was too shocked to respond to the kiss. In fact, Dean was incredibly lucky that he was too shocked to punch too. His eyes were wide as saucers as his mouth all but got plundered in public, and when Dean pulled away, a storm settled over the retrieval specialist's features.

"You—!" Outraged beyond expression, he couldn't even get the words out without sputtering.

Oh Eliot wanted to hit something. He had to hit something badly.

Strangely enough, he was reluctant to hit the person responsible.

"Hey, faggot! We don't welcome your type here!"

Perfect.

[hunterusheroicus]

Dean turned glaring eyes on the asshole who had the nerve to call him a faggot. "Mind your own business you god damn punk!" He snarled, eyes narrowing as he watched the group who happened to be with said punk rising to stand behind him.

Well shit. He quickly passed his eyes over each of them, counting. At least 8 of them. Yeah he was probably fixing to get his ass kicked, but oh well.

"I think you're just jealous." He smirked darkly.

[golden_retriever]

Beside him, Eliot finally got up. He didn't even seem a bit worried that he was outnumbered 4 to 1, or 8 to 1 if he didn't count Dean beside him, which he really didn't.

In fact, he was grinning to the punks in the same charming way he treated the server to earlier. Only the storm in his eyes were different, they were dark with intent.

"Dare you to say that again," he said, walking up to the group. Most of them were even taller than him.

Beside Dean at the bar, the bar owner was looking worried. "Hey, look, we don't want any trouble in here."

"Didn't hear me? I said, fag—"

One punch and the kid was doubled over clutching at his solar plexus where Eliot knocked the wind out of him. The group behind him took a second to realize what happened, but when they did, they came at in a horde.

And Eliot dealt with the amateurs with the quick precise movements of a skilled fighter. One hit to the area below the neck had one clutching at his cracked collarbone, one elbow to at outstretched arm had broken the limb and the guy wailing holding it.

It was over perhaps faster than it began, with 8 people laid out rolling on the ground clutching at one thing or another, and not even a single glass broken. Some got off easy, like the one who started it who recovered his breath in time to see all his pals stretched out beside him. One of them was even unconscious from when Eliot chopped him to the back of his neck.

"Get outta here," he told the cowering one who started it all. "And take your guy with you."

The bartender, as was the rest of the bar, was watching this with gaped expressions. When he recovered, he looked to Dean, "Wow, you and your buddy's tabs are on me. Wanted to teach that gang a lesson for a long time now."

[hunterusheroicus]

Dean watched it all in stunned silence, eyes wide. At some point he'd ended up leaned back against the bar, shifting slightly as the heel of his hand found its way between his legs so he could adjust himself. Damn it he was painfully hard now.

Once it was over he looked from Eliot to the bartender, smiling. "Hey...ahh thanks man." He left the money on the bar anyways, offering it as a tip for the bartender. He pushed himself up then, grabbing Eliot as his skin flushed darkly and he growled out, voice gravelly with need. "Come on. Please...just...don't fight with me right now."