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]

"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."

[golden_retriever]

Eliot was sufficiently distracted by this last kiss and he sighed, lingering with soft touches over the hunter's lips before he pulled away and nodded stiffly. There wasn't much time left and he could feel his wolf struggling within for its time of control.

As if he would relinquish it so easily.

"Remember," he said then slid his glance across to where the gun sat on the table.

Getting up, he looked around himself then with a firm nod, walked into the bathroom and closed the door. He didn't lock it though, knowing he would need Dean's help to open it once he was in his wolf form.

[hunterusheroicus]

Dean's eyes followed Eliot until the door was shut. He frowned before he moved around, gathering up the food they hadn't eaten and taking it over, storing it in the fridge. He needed to stay busy at least a little because he didn't know what to expect.

He'd be lying if he said he wasn't at least a little nervous. Once he had all the leftovers put away he looked at the table, staring at the gun before turning away. Nope he was leaving it there. The last thing Eliot needed to see was him holding it. He wanted the man...wolf to know he trusted him. Even if he didn't trust himself.

Finally, when he had everything put away and cleaned, he went back to the touch and waited.

[golden_retriever]

Inside the bathroom, Eliot methodologically began stripping off the little clothes he had remaining. It was hard and damn his back hurt, but he managed and eventually the clothes were a neat pile on the counter.

Sitting down cross legged, he waited.

It didn't take too long. The first wave of changing pains hit him little less than half an hour since he moved himself inside. He gasped, never not caught off guard by it no matter how he always tried to prepare. He quickly uncrossed his legs and climbed to his hands and knees. Just in time his bones started shifting, joints turning around and reconnecting while his skin changed and stretched with it.

Bones broke and rebuilt as tufts of golden fur started jutting out in patches along his skin. He gritted his teeth, taking in the pain wordlessly as he tried to hold back his screams for the sake of the man sitting outside. He gasped wordlessly as soon even the ability to scream had been taken from him during midchange, when his vocal chords stretched and remade into the timbres available to a wolf.

The change lasted not ten minutes, but like always by the time it was done, it left him sprawled out and breathing heavily, barely alive from how much it took out of him.

[hunterusheroicus]

By the time Eliot had finally changed Dean had grown worried and impatient. Suddenly his eyes widened when he remembered the window in the bathroom. Oh, oh hell he'd kill Eliot if he'd climbed out to get away from him. He finally pushed himself up, edging towards the door before leaning in, pressing his forehead against the wood.

"Eliot? You...are you ok?" He turned the knob, cracking the door to peek in. He heard the heavy breathing suddenly and he pushed the door completely open, eyes going huge at the wolf sprawled on the floor. It was weird for him because he'd thought seeing Eliot like this, well he figured he'd be terrified, but he moved into the bathroom. "Eliot?"

He dropped to his knees slowly, moving closer until he was kneeling next to the wolf. He reached out slowly, cautiously before sliding his fingers into his fur, pressing gently and rubbing.

[golden_retriever]

That, Dean, was extremely stupid. But Eliot didn't have either strength or ability to rebuke him right now. Later... if they could survive through the night.

While the change had weakened him, Eliot had kept an unbelievably tight grip on his wolf such that when he cracked open his eyes, the same sharp blue gaze of the retrieval specialist stared out from that furry face. Intelligence lingered there too, as well as recognition, and it was without a doubt that Eliot knew Dean.

Yet somehow, miraculously, when Dean moved near him, he felt the fighting will, that ever present rage that was the core of the beast he mentally caged, dampen slightly. It wasn't gone, but it seemed that the wolf was less interested in tearing Dean apart.

Not that it could even if Eliot's control slipped. As he more or less expected, until he rested a good while he was too tired to do much more than nudge his snout slightly in the hunter's direction.

[hunterusheroicus]

Once he knew Eliot wasn't going to rip him apart he started checking him over, frowning when he saw blood in his fur. "Damn it. Hold still." He carefully parted fur until he could see the wound, making sure he didn't pull at the skin. "Ok...not too bad." He made a face before leaning back and sliding his hand over Eliot's head.

"Can I move you? I mean, are you alright with me getting you back out there? I don't think you want to be stuck laying next to the toilet half the night." He smiled down at him, still brushing his fingers through fur. He avoided the wound as he scratched over his side and flank, hoping Eliot would be ok with it.

[golden_retriever]

Eliot made a low grumbling noise that sounded little different from how he would sound as a human, but bore it silently while Dean looked through his fur to locate the wound that had shifted with his form. He could feel its pain so he knew it was still there.

He surprised himself by nuzzling the hand on his head. His eyes phased slightly golden as he did so, the relaxing gesture coming from more the animal than the man.

But Dean was right, he couldn't stay here the whole time. Wriggling his nose slightly at the distasteful smell, Eliot decided it was time for him to try to get up. He hated Dean seeing him like this as it was.

He tried to draw his legs back out under him. Attempting to raise, he managed to stand but wobbled unsteadily as he took a tentative step. Damnit, his limbs felt like wet noodles still.