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 stretched lazily, eyes cracking open and looking down at Eliot blearily. He made a sound before turning his head to look at the clock before snorting. "Christ..." He yawned before brushing his fingers down the side of his face. "Mmm hey wake up. Its almost four. I need to check your back and we need to eat."

He smirked a bit, brushing his fingers through the man's hair slowly before glancing towards the door. He ran through a list in his head, remembering that he needed to clean the bathroom and make Sam take the bloody towels to the laundromat for them. Housekeeping could not be left to clean those.

After a few moments he wiggled and bent down, kissing his temple. "I'm getting up." He slowly extricated himself from Eliot before pushing himself up and heading for the bathroom first thing. Then he realized that Eliot might need to go to. He would wait though, see if he could move on his own yet.

[golden_retriever]

Senses dulled by the drugs, it took Eliot a bit longer than normal to react to movement in the bed beside him. Normally he would be awake and trying to analyze, possibly take down, the threat by now, but Dean got only a yawn and a blue eye cracking open.

"What time is it?" he asked blearily as he turned to the hand ruffling through his hair. His fever finally went down and he was only his at his hotter than normal temperatures that was average for him.

He groaned and sat up, muttering under his breath at the pain in his back. But it was decent pain, one that told of a healing wound and not some silver poisoned gaping hole in his body. It still hurt like a acid ravaged bullet hole would, but he didn't feel like he was going to die from the sickness alone anymore. "I feel better."

[hunterusheroicus]

He came out of the bathroom after a few moments, smiling. "Its almost four in the damn afternoon. We crashed." He scratched his bare stomach before jerking his head towards the bathroom. "You need to take a piss? Because if so hurry so I can check your back." He stopped, watching him before smiling wider. "You do? Good...thats really good. You look better. Not so pale and shit."

He padded over to the fridge, pulling open the door before grabbing a cold bottle of water for each of them before looking through everything. He frowned before shaking his head and instead reaching for the phone book. "Fuck this. I'm ordering delivery." He carried the phone book over to the bed, sitting down.

"I'm gonna call Sam in a little bit. Make him take the towels off to clean em himself. You want anything while I make him play bitch?" He chuckled softly.

[golden_retriever]

Eliot was starving, as the untouched burger that Dean had so lovingly made for him earlier was testament to. But more than that, Eliot felt better and got his appetite back. Now instead of poisoned and sick, he was merely injured and recovering. A werewolf's appetite was ravenous.

As he moved to get out of bed, his movements were still slowed by pain but no longer as weak as before, he paused at Dean's address of his brother. Sam might not be Eliot's favorite person right now, but even Eliot had to raise his eyebrows at that one.

"Uh... you did grocery shoppin' earlier, right? No, I think I'm good."

[hunterusheroicus]

"Yeah I got plenty of groceries. Enough to last at least a couple of days. You got a stack of steaks in there almost as long as my arm so you should be good on those." He put his finger on a number, looking up at him. "You good with chinese takeout? Or would you rather have pizza?"

He switched pages between two different menus before looking up at him. "Come back here." He patted the bed in front of him. "I wanna check your back." He also held up a bottle of water for him, smiling with relief that Eliot was moving around.

"Gonna hurt for a bit, but thats normal. Fuck I'm just glad you're better."

[golden_retriever]

Coming out of the bathroom, Eliot paused then ambled over back towards the bed. His back still hurt like a bitch so he still ended up sprawling forward so his back was exposed.

"Hurts like someone shoved several hot pokers in me... but yeah, this is a whole lot better." He craned his neck to smile back at Dean.

"And if you're orderin' take out... Uh, I'll take Chinese." He considered. "Hot and sour soup and a general Tso's chicken... and an egg fu yung if they have it. Starvin', man." His appetite was definitely back. A moment passed then he added, "Hey, I'll pay for it. The groceries too... and the room." He couldn't ask for Dean to dish out money for all of this.

[hunterusheroicus]

He grabbed the pen and paper, writing everything down before adding his own list. He looked over it a moment before adding a few things, smirking. He had a stash of money in the glove compartment of the Impala, plus a small lockbox buried in the trunk from the first time they'd run into Eliot on a job. "I'm probably ordering enough to feed a small army, but I really don't give a damn."

He grabbed the phone, calling to make the order before writing down the total. He nodded for a moment before dropping the phone back on the receiver and immediately frowning at Eliot. "Like hell you will. I already paid for the room and the groceries. You can handle the takeout if you want, but I'm staying here with you. I'm not gonna make you pay for everything."

Finally he was able to move around, carefully pulling tape and gauze off Eliot. "Just hold still. I'm gonna let it breath while I get some stuff to clean you up and rebandage if needed." He rubbed Eliot's lower back for a moment before getting up.

[golden_retriever]

It was incredibly hard to win an argument while he was laid out on his stomach and having to crane his neck to look up at Dean. He growled in annoyance nonetheless, but some of that agitation calmed down again when Dean gave his back a light rub.

"Damnit," he called as soon as Dean got up and walked across the room. Now that the hunter was in front of him instead of sitting to his back, he could see the man properly to protest.

"You wouldn't be here if not for me, Dean, and fuck it, man, most of those groceries are for me. Tell me what I owe and I'll pay you back, alright?"

[hunterusheroicus]

Dean glanced back over his shoulder, shaking his head and laughing. He grabbed everything he thought he might need, also snagging his cellphone off the dresser before moving back to the bed. He sat next to him, pulling the bandage the rest of the way off to survey the wound. "Oh yeah this looks a lot better."

He started cleaning it up, taking it as gently as possible because, well he knew it had to still hurt like a bitch. "You could always pay me back for the groceries in sexual favors." He smiled brightly, waggling his eyebrows playfully before leaning forward and resting his head on his shoulder, looking at him. "And anyways, we wouldn't be here if my brother wasn't a jerk."

He shifted, moving closer and leaning over him. "Ok how does it feel? I think if you just take it easy the rest of the day it might close up a bit. Just don't know if it'll rip back open when you change tonight..." He sighed, tilting his head.

[golden_retriever]

"Seriously?" Eliot turned with every intention of giving Dean a glare yet having moved too quickly, he managed to only end up grimacing. "Damnit," he muttered as he moved back around. It was then that Dean rested his head on his shoulder and he grunted.

"I still wanna punch him for tryin' to kill me," he muttered, turning his head only slightly so he could catch Dean in the corner of his vision.

"About tonight... Drive me out to the outskirts and drop me off. I'll find a woodland somewhere." Eliot really wasn't comfortable with changing around Dean, and now that he felt a bit better, perhaps he should get back to the outdoors.

[hunterusheroicus]

"If you promise not to kill him I'll let you. He deserves it." He finally bandaged him back up, rubbing his hand down Eliot's back slowly before his hand froze. Fingers curled into a fist against Eliot's back before he pushed himself up, glaring down at him.

"Fuck you! We already had this talk, Eliot. You are staying in this goddamned hotel and I am staying here too." He shook his head, grabbing everything he'd put down to fix him up, carrying it back over to the dresser and dropping it. "We agreed. Regardless of how fucking nervous you are. You aren't going to rip me apart."

He stood frozen for a moment, glancing at the time. They still had at least another fifteen minutes before the food showed up. He pulled his cellphone out, sending a text to Sam to come get the dirty towels and get them clean. He also texted that he would leave them in a bag in the Impala. He still didn't want Sam near Eliot.

"Respect me enough to do this, ok? If you go off somewhere and you end up hurting yourself? You still aren't healed and whether you agree or not, you aren't ready to just go off back to the way you were." He grabbed a bag, storming into the bathroom to shove everything dirty into the bag.

[golden_retriever]

"It's not about nerves— Damnit!" Dean had already stormed off, leaving Eliot just staring after him on the bed. Exhaling loudly, he smashed his fist into the mattress then growled even louder at how very unsatisfying that was.

"Fuck." It wasn't about nerves... fine, it wasn't just about nerves. It was a valid concern that he would hurt Dean. While Eliot still had control, a lot of the times, he gave it over to the beast to help release some of the tension. If he was going to be in the hotel though, in a city and around Dean, he would need to keep a tight hold the whole time and that may be harder considering the beast would be strongest then.

"Fuckin' stubborn..." He ended off with another growl then exhaled heavily. With nothing to do, he waited for Dean to come back.

[hunterusheroicus]

"I can hear you, ya know and yeah I am fuckin' stubborn! Eat me!" He walked out, staring at him before realizing what he'd said. "I mean...fuck Eliot. We have this fucking bond. I honestly don't think you'll hurt me." He looked at his phone before walking across the room to the door. "Hold on." He slipped outside, tossing the bag into the Impala as Sam walked up.

Sam glanced at the open door and back at his brother. "Well, did it work? Is he any better?" He didn't sound happy, but then again he was moody about the whole thing anyways. "Yeah he's getting better. Thanks for getting what we needed. Need you to wash these. I don't want to have to explain shit to housekeeping. I'm staying with him tonight." A frown formed on Sam's face and he leaned in. "Dean thats just being fucking stupid. What if he attacks you? At least take my knife." He shook his head, pushing the extended blade away.

"No Sam. I'm trusting him." Sam huffed out, groaning and rolling his eyes before putting on his epic bitchface. "Fine, be a moron. Look, I think I might have found a way to break the bond. I'll keep looking into it, but maybe I'll have it figured out in a few days." Dean cringed, closing his eyes before slowly looking back at the door. "Yeah...okay. He'll be happy to hear it. Just...go get that shit done. I'll text you."

[golden_retriever]

"That's the problem! We don't even know what this bond—" And of course, Dean walks out for real this time.

Eliot growled again, the noise intensifying when he smelled the man who shot him come near. The doorway was open enough that Sam's scent was picked up easily enough to his enhanced senses.

Growling, he listened in on the conversation, shaking his head when he heard it come to a close. Here was his last chance to get Dean to listen, and as much as he disliked agreeing with the brother, it was sound advice.

"Damnit, Dean! Listen to him! It is fuckin' stupid!" Then he thought about the exchange about a knife and he suddenly realized, was the idiot planning on staying unarmed?

"And at least give him the gun, damnit!" Eliot hated guns, but a knife was going to be useless against him if he was going to attack.

[hunterusheroicus]

Of course the second they both heard Eliot yell Sam turned to look at the door. "Thank you!" He yelled back just as Dean punched him hard in the shoulder. "You shut the hell up, Eliot!" He snarled back at the door before suddenly Sam was shoving the gun into his hand and getting in the Impala.

"You heard him. He wants you to have the gun. I'm not arguing." Sam smirked at him before waving. Dean just shook his head, shoving it in the back of his jeans. "Hand me a few bills from the glove compartment." He grumbled angrily, glaring at the door until Sam shoved the money into his hand.

Finally he turned, flipping Sam off before storming into the hotel room and slamming the door. "You say....one fucking word right now and I swear..." He pulled the gun out, showing it to him before slamming it down on the table. "I want to hit you." He just shook his head, anger making his vision swim.

"I love how no one ever fucking listens to me. You, Sam...no one. Well fuck him and fuck you right now!" He walked over to the couch, dropping down before turning the tv on, pointedly ignoring Eliot.

[golden_retriever]

A tantrum and angry Dean, that Eliot could handle. He didn't seem to mind Dean's rage at all as he only nodded in grim approval when he saw that Dean had the gun and it was placed in open reach.

Sounding rather calm now, he spoke even though Dean seemed to be hell bent on throwing his tantrum. "Don't mean you have to use it, but if anythin' happens, I'm more relieved to know you have it to use than not."

When he was still met with silence, Eliot said, "It's not you who I don't trust, damnit, I don't trust myself."

He stopped then, sniffing the air. Moments later there was s a knock at the door and an muffled voice of "Delivery from Kenny's Kitchen," from behind the doorway.

"Food's here," Eliot muttered and let Dean deal with that.

[hunterusheroicus]

Dean got up, glaring at Eliot for a moment before going to the door. He pulled it open, plastering on a fake smile as he handed the guy a hundred dollar bill, telling him to keep the rest for a tip as he took three large bags of food from him. "Thanks." He muttered before shutting the door.

He turned, setting everything on the table, digging through slowly. He pulled down two plates, piling both with egg rolls and several other extras he had ordered before carrying Eliot's food to the bed. He set the boxes down along with a fork and then the plate full of extras. "Eat. It'll help you heal." He said quietly.

He looked at Eliot for just a moment before turning to grab his food and carry it over to the couch. "You want water, beer, or soda?" He asked, heading back to the kitchen area, tugging open the fridge and grabbing himself a soda for once instead of beer.

[golden_retriever]

"Damnit, Dean!" Eliot watched the other move from where he sat on the bed. He considered getting up to help but Dean looked like he got things well in hand and there was nothing he could do.

Sighing when he figured that no matter what it was pretty futile, he gave up and just picked at his plate. "Water," he answered then let the room be taken with the television's sounds. He had nothing else to say that Dean would listen to anyway.

Eventually he just started eating, his body hungry enough that he cleared through quickly. He got up carefully to get a plate of seconds from whatever was left in the boxes, then giving Dean and the couch a glance, turned and headed back to the bed. Might as well let the hunter brood in peace.

[hunterusheroicus]

He glanced up, shaking his head before letting out a little growl he knew Eliot would hear. "Fuckin' get over here and sit. Bring the crab rangoons too. And another eggroll." He tilted his head slightly, lips quirking up before he could stop them. "Watch tv with me."

He looked back down at his plate before he started munching on some chicken, scooting over slightly so Eliot could sit. "Fuck...just bring the whole carton of fried rice. This place is good. I'm getting from here again." He did smile then and thats when he realized he couldn't really stay mad at Eliot. Not right now. Because he knew they would be breaking the bond and then he would probably never see him again.

[golden_retriever]

Plenty of time to be mad after the bond's broken, right? Making his own frustrated grunt, Eliot closed he cartons and brought them all over to the couch.

"Help me move the coffee table," he said so he could just place everything within easy grabbing distance. "Why'd you order so much anyway?"

But he did greet the smile with a slight one of his own and yeah, he wasn't actually angry either. Still thought Dean was a stubborn idiot for taking such a risk, but perhaps somewhere in Eliot he was a little flattered that Dean had this unshakable trust for him.

Also, he was starting to get nervous about tonight such that he hoped watching tv with Dean would distract him from.

[hunterusheroicus]

He tugged the coffee table closer, looking up at Eliot and shrugging. "Because I'm going to stay up as long as I can and I'm willing to bet I'll get hungry as fuck again at some point. You have your steaks. Leftovers for me." He waited until Eliot set everything down before tugging him down gently.

After a moment of looking at him he leaned over, kissing him quickly. "I know you're worried about hurting me. I get that, okay? I'll let you in on a little secret...I know you change into a wolf so not exactly the same, but I'm fucking terrified of dogs. I got ripped apart by hell hounds and every since then...yeah."

He grabbed the box of egg rolls, grabbing one out and holding it for a moment, looking down at it. "I trust you. Even if you don't. I meant it though. I honestly don't think you'll hurt me."

[golden_retriever]

"You're fuckin' insane for stayin'," Eliot said again. "You've got a phobia of dogs and you want to stick around when I turn into a friggin' beast?" But eventually he followed it with a sigh. "You're not goin' anywhere even if I tell you to... so yeah, let's just... try to survive the night."

The second plate of food that Eliot got sat in the werewolf's lap as he picked at it. That appetite he had previously had vanished as soon as he started thinking about tonight. This would be his first time changing with anyone around and letting anyone see his... bestial form. Nervous really didn't describe it properly.

He grew quiet though, and the plate of poked food bits was wordlessly put on the coffee table. Eliot tried to settle back carefully without putting pressure on his wound. He shifted a few times, grimaced a few more, then just sort of leaned forward to watch tv that way. He was restless.

[hunterusheroicus]

"You haven't seen some of the other shit I've pulled. This is a cakewalk." He smiled softly. After a moment he went back to his food, finishing off his plate before setting it on the coffee table as well. "Hey, it'll be ok."

He shifted around, watching Eliot move nervously before he scooted. "Come on. Lay down. We still have another hour or two. Lay down on me and you'll be fine." He had a feeling Eliot was only going to get more nervous and restless as time passed.

[golden_retriever]

Eliot exhaled noisily in a rumbling voice from his chest. "I'm not a fuckin' dog," he muttered. His sensitivity to certain triggers rose as it got closer to the full moon. It was his need to constantly fight against his beast, the hardest battle was always around his change.

Yet he still listened. Maybe it was this alpha bond thing, but he didn't feel like arguing over something this minor. Laying down, he shifted a few times too before finally pillowing his head on Dean's lap.

There he closed his eyes. What was playing on screen didn't interest him any and he couldn't focus on it anyway.

[hunterusheroicus]

Okay that was it. He growled slightly, glaring down at him once he got settled. "I didn't call you a damn dog!" He slid his fingers through Eliot's hair before squeezing the back of his neck. He massaged there, trying to help Eliot calm down.

"Look, you need to stop being so fucking nervous. I told you, if you start getting crazy and I think you are gonna hurt me I will leg it out of here and lock the door behind me. But I don't think you will." He kept massaging, squeezing firmly.

"You just need to relax and stop thinking you are."