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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.

Date: 2013-04-06 07:03 am (UTC)
golden_retriever: (Wolf's Fondness)
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"Wasn't what I meant..." Eliot said, then grinned a little despite his pale look.

"Yeah, gimme anythin' you need cut." It was hell on his back, but Eliot wanted to be useful. At least this was something he was confident in being able to do easily.

"Beefsteak's got big slices," he agreed although it wouldn't have been his first choice. The texture's too soft and soggy, but Dean didn't look like he would appreciate the commentary.

Date: 2013-04-06 05:29 pm (UTC)
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"Sea salt... it's... nevermind." There was no point in explaining the intricacies of various salt types when they weren't there.

The Tylenol seemed to have started kicking in and he grimaced less with each action.

He picked up the lettuce and rolled it a bit before he started peeling off the leaves. Then arranging them in a pile he gave them two quick slices to make them manageable for burger sizes.

It was when he started dealing with the tomatoes that Dean could see Eliot really knew how to handle a knife. They were sliced quickly and thin, all at an even length and with the same efficiency as he took care of the punks in the bar. "You got any herbs...? Basil?"

Date: 2013-04-07 01:10 am (UTC)
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Eliot was pleasantly surprised when Dean brought out the small bottle, didn't thinking for a second that this pool hustling hunter would have any idea what the difference between the two salts were. He grinned a bit in what could only be considered approval.

"Maybe," he answered although with a tone that said he would be quite proud of the opportunity. He took up the onion then thought a bit. "Are you gonna sauté them?"

Date: 2013-04-07 06:46 am (UTC)
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Knowing that they were going to be sauteed, Eliot turned the onion around and after halving it, started cutting it from the stem towards the root to cause it to fall apart in strips. It was also done efficiently enough that he had the thing cut apart and pushed away before it could get too irritating to the eyes.

"Yeah, add cheese to mine," he said after pushing that plate of tear gas precursors away.

"Don't worry about heapin' it on for mine. That's what a good burger is."

Dean could probably tell that Eliot was feeling better with the drug in him, though there was no mistaking how his skin still looked flushed and sometimes his hand still shook when he wasn't cutting anything. It was as if once the werewolf wasn't focused, his body continued trying to fall apart on him.

Date: 2013-04-07 07:17 am (UTC)
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"I like experimentin'." If Eliot noticed that Dean was trying to distract him, he didn't expose him. "But I guess I cook a mean rattlesnake stake," he considered. "And pasta... but I know how to do other things too."

He considered the idea and nodded after a while. He wished he could just sit back, but he knew with his back still bleeding and having a gaping hole, that was impossible. Clearing the area in front of him, he crossed his arms on the table and all but sprawled on top of them.

"I'll write you up a list later," he murmured although he still couldn't understand this willingness to get along with the other man. Hopefully, Sam will figure out that mystery too.

"Might be a good idea to grab a few steaks... in case I need to eat when... you know."

Date: 2013-04-07 07:37 am (UTC)
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Catching Dean's meaning, Eliot nodded his head gratefully and returned back to the topic before.

There werewolf laughed and apparently that gesture was finally enough to hurt even in his drugged state. He calmed down and shook his head. "Nah, talkin' of real steak, blue cheese, jalapeno, bacon-stuffed filet mignon. Called that due to the grillin'."

A pause then another wry grin. "Got a recipe or two for snakes too, I suppose. Never tried the southern style though. And put some barbecue and mustard on mine, no mayo." He'd make his own if he wanted real mayo.

Date: 2013-04-09 12:32 am (UTC)
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Eliot might say something about how often Dean seemed to like kissing him if he didn't enjoy it so much. It was like his wolf would mentally wag its tail whenever Dean kissed him, and all Eliot cared was that for once, he and his wolf seemed to agree on liking something.

"It tastes like chicken really, bland taste. It's flakier though." He squeezed some mustard over the bun and looked to see if Dean got the pickles as well.

"There's not enough meat to make it a main dish unless you got yourself some big suckers anyway. It's good for you though, snake." At Dean's reaction, Eliot arched up a brow. "What, haven't you ever had lizard meat before?"

Date: 2013-04-09 01:00 am (UTC)
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"Gator's similar, meat's more stringy though. There's more of it to begin with." Heaping two slices of pickles onto his burger, he was about to press the bun over the top when the phone rang.

Looking towards Dean, his eyebrows went up when he noticed the strange look on the hunter's face. slowly the bun went onto the burger.

"What is it?" he asked, trying not to be wary but his gaze showed he was still on edge. He didn't like how Dean's brows were furrowing.

Date: 2013-04-09 06:46 am (UTC)
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Sure, Eliot had been expecting bad news and had been all but waiting for the ax to fall, but what Dean said was the last thing he expected.

"What?!" Sputtering at the revelation, Eliot leaned forward, the delicious smelling burger forgotten in preference of figuring this out.

"What do you mean, 'bonded'?" He was trying not to freak, really, but he couldn't imagine that a bite had somehow bonded him to this guy. He didn't even know what that meant in terms of werewolves or hunters or whatever this was.

Date: 2013-04-09 05:02 pm (UTC)
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Eliot wasn't sure he liked the sound of that any than the whole bonded business. He growled in reaction, but to his surprise, he could feel that beast inside him fight him harder than he head every felt before.

There was a moment when his blue eyes phased golden before hee managed to slam a lid on it and regain his control.

"The hell was that?" He whispered, his body having over exerted itself and started shivering. He ignored it though as he frowned across at Dean. "You're not- How-... You ain't a werewolf... My Alpha?"

Date: 2013-04-09 11:39 pm (UTC)
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"Good. I hope he comes up with a way by the time he comes over. No offense, Dean, you're a swell guy... but I don't need an Alpha."

Eliot considered, started to reach for the beer but ended up taking the water instead. His body was fighting one poison already, no point in adding another to it even though he felt it was a good one for his brain right now. He lost his appetite though.

"Yeah, I'll take the bed... can't sit on the couch with my back." He could've laid out on it, but that didn't seem such a great idea either right now.

Getting up was a wobbly affair but he waited holding onto the chair until he seemed steady. Slowly, he moved back over to the bed with the water. The burger remained on the table.

Date: 2013-04-10 12:24 am (UTC)
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"Not your fault," Eliot answered gruffly once he settled onto the hotel bed. He turned onto his side so he could see the television too, and it put Dean in his field of vision.

"Neither of us knew... I hadn't the faintest idea either, man." He closed his eyes and sighed before opening them.

"I don't know anythin' about bein' this monster," he muttered, not for the first and definitely not the last, hating what he had become.

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