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]

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."

[golden_retriever]

Eliot snarled back, but he ducked his head like he was properly rebuked and his growls died down to grumbles. The light squeezes at the back of his head —such a vulnerable spot... Dean could snap his neck— strangely helped him relax where he laid.

"I'd feel better knowin' if you carried that gun instead of tryin' to outrun a rabid monster." He closed his eyes and shook his head.

"You don't understand the struggle, man. I might not wanna... eat human like those werewolves you talked about, but I still feel this... rage. Like I wanna tear down the nearest livin' thing."

[hunterusheroicus]

"That gun will be close enough if I really think I need it, but I won't." He mumbled, pressing against the tense muscles, willing him to relax. "The more you stress out, the more tense you'll be when you turn and then you might damn well freak out."

He shifted around, leaning down and letting his lips brush against his ear. "What happens if I'm right huh? Can I please say I told you so if tonight turns out perfectly fine?" He shifted a bit again so he could manage to press his lips over the mark on Eliot's shoulder.

[golden_retriever]

Eliot turned slightly to the feeling of Dean's lips on his ear, but he moaned outright when he felt the touch of his Alpha's lips over his claiming mark. Unbeknownst to him, his wolf had already long ago accepted Dean as his Alpha and reacting to such.

"I hope you are," Eliot replied softly with eyes closed in pleasure at the touch. "You can say 'I told you so' as many times as you want."

He would rather it be that than for something to go wrong.

[hunterusheroicus]

He smiled at the moan, taking that as an encouragement to seal his lips over it, biting down and sucking lightly. He doubted Eliot would be up for anything what with his wound, but maybe if he could keep him focused on this he would stay calm.

"I know I am." He whispered, smiling before kissing his lips next. He knew it wouldn't be much longer and he would be lying if he weren't a tiny bit nervous. "It'll be ok and I'll say I told you so until you find a way to shut me up."

[golden_retriever]

Sufficiently distracted by Dean's kisses, Eliot moaned again and shifted slightly so he could return the favor and spar with Dean's tongue. He tried to nibble on the other man's lower lip, knowing that this was a distraction technique and wanting to be distracted. He didn't even care that it worked only because of their alpha bond.

"I'll do so by tellin' you your brother deserves some too," he said with a wry grin.

[hunterusheroicus]

"Oh I'll tell him too, but you are the one I'll be focused on." Dean mumbled softly before curling their tongues together and moaning. He shifted, scooting down slightly so he was laying down, moving Eliot slowly until the man was laying over him.

"Could think of a few other ways for you to shut me up." He smirked, shaking his head before kissing down his throat before latching onto his scar again.

[golden_retriever]

Eliot had to chuckle at the boldness of that, but he wasn't complaining since Dean just offered to blow him. Not now though, now Eliot was satisfied to writhe where he lay over the hunter and let off low pleasurable growls whenever his Alpha toyed with his sensitive mark.

"Damnit," he cursed softly with his eyes closed and head resting down onto Dean's shoulder. "You just tacked another reason I want you to be right."

[hunterusheroicus]

His hands moved up and down Eliot's sides, playfully hooking his fingers down into his boxers and teasing along his skin. "Jesus, Eliot, you know how fucking hot you are? I know you can't do anything right now, but as soon as you can..." He nipped all along his throat and up to his jaw.

Suddenly he pulled back slightly, looking down at him carefully. "Oh? And what reason is that?" He smiled, pressing his lips to the top of his head.

[golden_retriever]

Eliot released a throaty noise and reached down to slap at Dean's hands lightly. If the hunter kept on playing like this, he'd get hard and then where would they be?

"Stop gettin' handsy," he rebuked though he chuckled at the compliments.

"Yeah, aside from not rippin' you to shreds or gettin' shot in self defense.... I want the chance to shut you up." He turned so he could beam a shit eating grin back at Dean.

[hunterusheroicus]

He laughed, pulling his hands up to rest at the small of his back instead. "Alright alright." He smiled, looking down at him. As much as Dean didn't want to admit it to himself, this was really fucking nice. He wasn't thinking about Sam trying to find a way to break the bond, he wasn't thinking about Eliot wanting the bond broken either. He was just focusing on how nice it was having Eliot laying on him like this.

"I bet you do." He growled playfully, leaning their foreheads together before he kissed him just to get that grin off his face. When he pulled back he rolled his eyes and shook his head. "You just want me to suck your dick...though I could always put my mouth to good use in other ways."

[golden_retriever]

"You said it, not me," Eliot retorted. Dean's plans to remove that grin didn't work too well since it popped right back soon after Dean pulled away.

"All I said was to shut you up. That could be done a many number of ways."

The distraction was suitably working though. Although his blue eyes were still a little troubled, Eliot was laughing and joking, the television playing in the background all but forgotten in the background.

[hunterusheroicus]

"Yeah yeah." He mumbled, staring into those blue eyes. "You are fucking impossible." He snorted before kissing him again. His lips immediately started trailing down again before he just pressed a firm kiss to his shoulder.

He turned his head, glancing at the clock before looking back down at him. "How're you feeling?" He asked quietly, fingers brushing and tracing over his skin but not moving from their place on his back this time.

[golden_retriever]

Eliot tried to kiss Dean back but was distracted by the kiss on his shoulder again. Damn, but that area was sensitive. It wasn't so bad when he touched it, so it must have something to do with this bond of theirs.

His smile faltered slightly when he saw Dean glance to the clock then stated his question.

"Better before you asked," Eliot sighed, looking too towards the lengthening shadows in the room. Evening had sneaked up on them and he had to get ready soon. Since it looked like Dean wasn't moving, Eliot sat up.

"I better get ready."

[hunterusheroicus]

He pushed up with Eliot, grasping the back of his neck and kissing him deeply. He knew nothing would fully ease the werewolf's nerves, but damn it he would at least try.

"I'll stay here. Just...it'll be ok. I know it will." He mumbled before trying to be playful and swatting his ass. "Just try to remember that. I know you won't hurt me."