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 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?"

[hunterusheroicus]

He saw the grin and laughed, rolling his eyes playfully. He flipped the burger, pressing it back down into the skillet with the spatula before turning at the question. "Yeah I planned on it. I'm not a big fan of raw onion unless its the only choice I got." He slipped to the fridge real quick, grabbing a few slices of cheese from inside.

"You want cheese or no? Man I should have gotten mushrooms! I didn't even think about that." He made a face before sighing. "Sam thinks I'm crazy. When I make burgers I generally end up loading mine up so much that I have to smash it down to eat it, but I think its amazing. He said its a heart attack on a bun."

[golden_retriever]

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.

[hunterusheroicus]

He turned, grabbing the plate of chopped onion and setting it next to the sink. He glanced over his shoulder at Eliot, watching him for a moment before smiling and turning back. He was still worried about him and he wished he didn't have to wait for Sam to show up. It felt like it would be too long.

"So tell me about the things you like to cook. Maybe I'll run down to the grocery store tomorrow after Sam leaves and get some more groceries. That way once you are better you can show me a thing or two." He chuckled, shifting as he grabbed one of the cheese slices, opening it and dropping it on top of the burger. He slid a new plate down, grabbing a bun and tossing it on the plate.

After a few more minutes he lifted the burger and put it on the bun before tossing the onions in the skillet to cook as well.

[golden_retriever]

"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."

[hunterusheroicus]

"Rattlesnake steak?" His brows flew up and he made a face. "Like, real rattlesnake?" He cooked the onions, smiling when he dumped them back out onto the plate once they were done. Then he sat the plate on the table before sliding Eliot's burger in front of him.

"Umm what else you want? I got barbeque sauce, mayo, mustard, you know all that stuff." He pulled open the fridge, looking inside and turning his head to look at the man. He shifted, tilting his head. "You write me a list and I'll get everything you need."

The steak comment made him pause and he remembered, nodding quickly. "Anything you need."

[golden_retriever]

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.

[hunterusheroicus]

He smiled when Eliot laughed. He enjoyed the sound of the man when he did that, even if he didn't like that it hurt him to do so. "Okay so seriously...you need to cook that for me because that sounds fucking amazing."

He grabbed the barbeque sauce and the mustard, setting them on the table for Eliot before pausing. He looked down at him for a moment before bending down and kissing him deeply. He didn't know exactly how Eliot felt about it, but he hoped that the man wouldn't push him away in the end.

"I don't know how I would ever feel about eating snake. That just...yeah it doesn't sound very good." He shrugged before moving back over to the counter to cook his burger.

[golden_retriever]

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?"

[hunterusheroicus]

He set the pickles on the table, sliding the jar closer to him before going back to his burger, flipping it and pressing down. "I've had gator. Pretty sure thats the only lizard I've ever had." He glanced back, smiling. "I'll take your word for it though. Maybe someday I'll try it." He shifted, turning his attention back to the skillet as he continued.

"And if I do...well I'll remember you for telling me about it." Because he honestly didn't expect this to last. Yeah, he was enjoying himself except for the fact the other man was fucking poisoned and by HIS brother, but once Eliot was fully healed he'd leave and probably avoid seeing Dean and Sam ever again. Not that Dean could blame him one bit.

He heard his phone go off and he remembered that he hadn't actually turned it off. He went and snagged it, flipping it open to read the text Sam had sent him. He scrolled down as he read, quietly cursing at Sam for writing so much. Then he just stopped, brows furrowing before he glanced at Eliot.

[golden_retriever]

"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.

[hunterusheroicus]

He scrolled back up before slowly rereading the text message like he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Suddenly he snorted, blushing hard and flipping the phone shut. He shoved it into his pocket quickly. "Well apparently Sammy has a theory about...us." He made a hand motion between them.

He turned back to his burger quickly, turning the burner off before putting his burger on the bun. He started working on it, tossing a slice of cheese on before adding the onions and then carrying it to the table. "He found a few things...different lore yadda yadda. Nothing that seemed to fit well, except one or two things. If you...knew more it might help, but you don't."

He sat, shifting a bit. "He thinks there is a chance that we might...or well that I..." He sighed, shoulders slumping as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Remember when I bit you? The scar." He pointedly looked at Eliot's shoulder to the raised skin of the mark Dean had left on him. "Apparently it kind of...bonded us? Thats not the right word."

[golden_retriever]

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.

[hunterusheroicus]

"Like I said its...bonded isn't exactly the right word!" He pressed his face into his hand for a long moment. "Sam said its basically like...your...fuck! Its like I'm your....alpha? Thats how he said and I don't know what that means. But he said it would be why you trust me."

He stared down at his food, shoulders slumping. Well, this was it. He was sure Sam would figure this all out and then they would find a way to separate them and...well Dean had to admit he didn't like the idea.

[golden_retriever]

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?"

[hunterusheroicus]

When his eyes phased he just stared for a long moment before looking down at his food, frowning. "I don't...I don't know how it works, but Sammy will find a way to...break it." He said the last part quieter, hating himself for it before he grabbed his plate and got up.

"I'm gonna flip in the tv and eat over there. You want to sit on the bed instead?" He pulled the fridge open, grabbing a bottle of water and two beers. He set one of the beers and the bottle in front of him so he would have a choice before twisting the cap off his.

[golden_retriever]

"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.

[hunterusheroicus]

He followed Eliot, keeping some space between them. He just wanted to make sure that Eliot would make it there before he moved over to the couch. He turned the tv on, slipping to the floor in front of the couch instead of sitting on the couch itself.

He dropped his plate on the coffee table, pushing it away from himself before sighing softly. "I'm sorry this happened man. I didn't know it was possible." He laughed, the sound without any actual mirth. "Sammy's a smart kid...he'll find a way and then we won't have to deal with this anymore."

He felt sick. At least now he knew why he felt so drawn to Eliot. Why he cared about him. It would be easier if they could just get rid of whatever was there between them.

[golden_retriever]

"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.

[hunterusheroicus]

He pulled his cellphone out when he heard it buzz. He flipped it open, staring at the text before sighing. "I need to call Sammy. He needs a list of stuff to get...he doesn't know what all I have or brought from the Impala." He pushed himself up, looking at Eliot for just a moment. "Umm, make a list for me? Groceries and stuff and I'll run down to the store once I'm off the phone."

He grabbed a pad and pen, setting them next to him before ducking outside. He left the door open again just in case Eliot needed to yell at him, but this time he walked away from the door, pacing the concrete slowly.

He dialed Sam, sighing and scrubbing his fingers through his hair. He didn't think Eliot would hear him this far away. He also didn't think about the fact that Eliot could get up and listen next to the door. "Sammy? Yeah. Okay umm, bandages, clean washrags...towels probably, lots of gauze. I need some of that cleaning shit...the sterile wash crap." He paused before nodding. "Yeah and grab some clothes. Just anything that might fit him."

They went over any other supplies before getting serious again. "Find a way to break this. He doesn't want this and its not fair that he didn't get a choice." He leaned against a car, glancing back towards the cracked hotel room door. "No. No its not what I want!" He sighed again, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I know you think its all this shit going on, but I really do fucking care about him. If I didn't care I would be begging you to break this thing. I'm not. Its what he wants."

He shook his head. "Just...look there has to be a way. Just find it. Then we can go our separate ways and he never has to see me again."

[golden_retriever]

Eliot heard him, again, of course. Stepping five steps away from the door to lean against the car really didn't help much in terms of putting a paranoid werewolf out of earshot.

As Eliot stared blankly down at the notepad given to him, he heard Dean's order list to Sam and could only constantly shake his head. "It's called hydrogen peroxide or alcohol," he muttered under his breath, out of Dean's earshot.

He rolled his eyes a little at the grabbing clothes for him bit, but it was when Dean started to talk about the bond... thing, that Eliot really started listening in. His brows furrowed when he heard that Dean wanted this, and for an angered moment, he figured that Dean being the alpha would naturally want it more.

But that wasn't fair and he knew it.

By the time Dean returned from his phone call, the notepad was as blank as ever. Instead, Eliot had his eyes closed and he pretended to sleep instead. It was easier than to deal with the hunter right at that moment.

[hunterusheroicus]

Dean stared at Eliot for a moment before grabbing the notepad and jotting down a note for him. He rubbed his forehead before grabbing the keys to the Impala and sending a text to Sam. He tossed the notepad down on the night stand before turning and leaving the hotel room.

The note was short, stating that Dean was just running to get some things and that he would be back in a little while. Of course, the main reason was that he needed to have some time to himself. He walked slowly as he headed toward the mall where he'd parked his car, thinking a lot along the way.

He was doing this for Eliot. He would break the bond or whatever it was and everything would be fine.

[golden_retriever]

After Dean left, Eliot grabbed the note and skimmed it with a snort. The man was considerate and very caring, but Eliot wasn't sure he wanted to be bonded to a guy who could potentially kill him. Yet the whole time Dean was gone, Eliot found he couldn't stop thinking about him. He also became more agitated too, twisting and getting more annoyed at various small things as time passed... exactly as it should be before a full moon.

By the time Dean returned, Eliot was out of bed seated on the couch, or, rather, laid out sideways on it. The television was on the food channel and he growled at various things that were being done that he found ridiculous or redundant.

He looked up briefly when he found Dean walking in. "You're back."

[hunterusheroicus]

Dean was gone almost two hours. He'd spent part of the time driving around before finally picking up Sam and doing what needed to be done. He'd gotten more groceries as well as the other supplies they needed, packing it all away into the back seat. Thankfully Sam had actually found the acid they needed after slipping into the local hospital and posing as a doctor.

Its not like Sam hadn't technically been one in Gabriel's little fantasy. He sighed, dropping Sam off at the office of the hotel they were staying in, directing his brother to get a room on the other end because he still didn't trust him to be anywhere near Eliot. He also ordered him to keep looking for ways to break their bond.

He carried a few of the bags in, putting food up as he looked at Eliot, shifting and nodding. "Yeah I'm back." He said quietly before carrying two bags over next to the bed. He pulled out a glass bottle, setting it on the night stand with a heavy thud before going back to putting everything else up.

"Sam got the acid. Told him I don't want him around when I have to do it." He barely looked at Eliot, chewing on his lip as he continued what he was doing.

[golden_retriever]

"Good." Eliot had all but growled out the tiny word as he twisted around to look at what Dean was doing. The Tylenol's effect seemed to have been used up though for the small action caused the werewolf's features to twist up in pain, and in effect, a louder growl to follow.

"He's around?" he asked after he settled back a bit, hackles raising at the thought of the man who shot him being anywhere nearby. Even knowing that what Sam got him was already something that would obviously hurt him didn't help him from suspecting something worse from happening.