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]

Talking of food, Eliot was feeling a little hungry after the change, but he had just settled on the couch and didn't feel like moving yet. He would've if he was at full strength and could get it himself, but he didn't want to bother Dean either.

The nudge was answered with a swat of his paw, but he was quickly settled against Dean and enjoying the light scratches. Actually, although he was in front of the television now, his attention was on Dean more. His eyes had grown half lidded as he rested his head in Dean's lap and his wolf just enjoyed the attention of his alpha.

But damn if his stomach didn't choose that moment to rumble.

[hunterusheroicus]

He heard the rumble and he frowned before swatting his flank. "You're hungry. Let me get you something." He rubbed down his side before sliding out from underneath the wolf before heading over to the kitchenette. He hummed as he pulled one of the packages out of the fridge before grabbing the skillet.

He started the heat before looking back at Eliot for a moment. He fidgeted before grabbing a bottle of water. He didn't know if he should pour the bottle in a bowl or not. He didn't want to treat Eliot like a dog.

[golden_retriever]

Eliot grumbled at that anyway but didn't deny that he could use some meat. Licking his snout, he watched as Dean went to the fridge and retrieved a package. By that point he already got off the couch and started to limp over when he realized that Dean wasn't handing the steak to him.

No, in fact, he was putting it in to cook.

Stopping where he was, the wolf tilted its head and looked up at the man making him dinner. Ir wasn't necessary, but he appreciated the effort anyway when the soft sizzling and sound of cooking fat filled the small hotel room.

Hungry now, Eliot nudged a nose at Dean's leg then looked up at the bottle of water. Really, water was water, the important part was to make it available for drinking, and holding onto it high above his head wasn't helpful.

[hunterusheroicus]

He finally grabbed a large bowl, pouring the water into the bowl before kneeling. He sat the bowl down, looking at him and sliding his fingers through his fur. "Gimme a minute to cook this and then you'll have your steak. Think I might toss some of the chinese in the microwave." He smiled softly before scratching down his side, once again avoiding his wound with his touches.

He stood back up, checking the steak for a moment before digging through the fridge for the chinese leftovers. He grabbed a plate, piling it up with food as he shifted a bit, checking the steak again.

[golden_retriever]

Eliot gave Dean another nudge to show that he was more hungry than patient, but then left the man to cook his steak while he dipped his head to the bowl of water. It was rather nice how Dean cared about him and hadn't just outright treated him like the beast he was, and Eliot showed his appreciation by leaning up against the the other man when he came back from the fridge.

He didn't know if he would act anything remotely like this around any other should he have changed before them, but he knew without a doubt now that he wouldn't harm Dean. It was a relief to finally know there was someone he could relax with.

[hunterusheroicus]

It didn't take him long to cook the steak. He grabbed a clean plate and tossed the steak on it before setting it on the floor next to the water. He liked feeling Eliot lean against him. It was kind of calming and weird for him knowing that if this had been anyone else or even an actual wolf he probably would have panicked by now.

"Okay you enjoy that and I'm gonna go stretch out on the couch." He watched him for a moment before nudging him lightly and smiling. "You come pile up on me when you're done and we can watch tv. Sound good?"

[golden_retriever]

Probably to Dean's surprise, Eliot picked the steak up in his jaws but then shook his head. He nudged at the bowl with his nose and looked up at Dean, then started to move over to the couch with the steak in mouth. Dean would have to carry that bowl of water.

It was rather like a large puppy holding onto its master's slippers the way he half trotted, half limped there.

[hunterusheroicus]

He was surprised for a moment and then he started laughing before grabbing the bowl. "Alright alright. Bossy." He knew he'd probably end up getting smacked by a paw or a tail, but he didn't mind. He set the bowl down before flopping down on the couch and kicking his legs up across it. Eliot would have to lay pretty much on top of him at this point, but Dean had already made it clear that he didn't mind.

"If I'm around next full moon...you'll be healed by then. I'd kinda like to see you then? Actually out of a hotel room and able to run around? Its up to you though." He shifted before laying his head down on the arm. He'd completely forgot about his own food at the point, proving he wasn't really all that hungry yet. He'd get it later.

[golden_retriever]

Eliot was working on the steak between his jaws, half sprawled across the human and happily wolfing down the slab of meat, literally. However, he stopped when Dean asked his question. Furry ears turned slightly and shifted, and there was something incredibly human in the way Eliot's blue-gold eyes looked troubled by the idea.

This time he allowed Dean to see him because he had no choice... but why would Dean still want to see the beast next time? Eliot by now knew he wouldn't hurt Dean, but he also wasn't worth seeing like this.

He lowered his head down onto Dean's chest and then slowly started tugging on the meat again. What was so good to see about him stuck in an animal form and with his mind half human, half beast?

[hunterusheroicus]

Of course, Dean being Dean took it the wrong way. He decided it wasn't worth pushing so he just turned his attention towards the tv, fingers curling slowly through Eliot's fur while the wolf enjoyed the steak. He assumed this meant that Eliot wouldn't want him around after all this was over. The next two nights would pass and Sam would help them figure out how to break the bond between them. Then Eliot could be free, right? Dean would never have to see him again...

Unfortunately, the idea kind of made Dean sick. He knew he should want to break the bond. He was a hunter. He shouldn't want to be stuck with a werewolf, but he knew Eliot was different. He wasn't just some blood thirsty monster. He glanced at Eliot for a moment, fingers catching in his fur for a split second before moving, scratching over his skin again.

Maybe Eliot thought it wasn't worth it being stuck around a human like him. It wasn't like he had the highest opinion of himself either.

[golden_retriever]

Not realizing the thoughts that ran through the human's mind mirrored his own, if the mirror was a cruel self reflecting one, Eliot merely thought the silence was Dean realizing that Eliot was right and didn't bother asking again. Still, he was comforted by the soft draw of fingers through his fur and shifted himself nearer when the steak was done.

Yawning, he rested his head down on Dean and all but snuggled against him, not that he would ever admit to doing so even under pain of torture. But with Dean sprawled over the couch like that, unless Eliot took to the floor, that was how he was going to have to share the couch with Dean.

And damn if he wasn't comfortable that way. In fact, he was so comfortable that he yawned then started drifting against his Alpha.

[hunterusheroicus]

His fingers continued to drift through fur, eyes feeling heavy after a while. He craned his neck, looking down at Eliot briefly and smiling when he noticed the man was starting to fall asleep. He scratched up to his neck, petting through the fur again before closing his own eyes. He yawned as he started drifting off himself.

Before he actually fell asleep he curled one arm around Eliot, holding him close while his fingers still stroked idly.

[golden_retriever]

Eliot fell asleep against the comforting warm presence of his Alpha. This may possibly be the first time he actually slept the night through as a wolf, the first night that the beast was peaceful enough to want to sleep.

It was nearly dawn when Eliot suddenly awoke with the barely suppressed desire to howl. His whole body felt like it was on fire, and half falling and half jumping, he rolled off Dean to the floor below. Damnit! He had lost track of time in his sleep and now the change started to overtake him before he was ready for it.

[hunterusheroicus]

When Dean felt Eliot roll off him abruptly he made a sound, reaching for him subconsciously. He shifted around a bit, opening one eye before shutting it again. "Hmmwhere ya goin?" He muffled out, turning over and pressing his face into one of the couch cushions as he tried to wake up and figure out where Eliot had gone to in such a hurry.

He still felt warm from having the wolf sprawled over the top of him, leaving him fuzzy and slow to wake.

[golden_retriever]

Eliot couldn't answer, not that he could've said much even had the pain not overtaken him so completely. Collapsing onto all fours against the coffee table, he tried to scrabble towards the bathroom, but even he knew it was too late to hide.

His bones had already started shifting, breaking, twisting, remaking back into the human form that he originally used to be. The fur was reabsorbed so the thinner pale flesh could come out beneath, reddened from the process of being remade. Short wolf paws lengthened back to digits as he all but curled in on himself, mouth opened wide in a silent scream from the excruciating torture.

Several minutes was all it took, but by the time the last blonde hair grew out, he was sprawled out on the floor and panting like his life depended on it. His nerves still shivered from the pain that was sent flooding through them not so long ago, and when he tried to draw himself up too early, he whimpered and fell back down again.

A few minutes, he would need that much before he could try to do anything.

[hunterusheroicus]

Dean had finally managed to wake himself up, lifting his head to stare at Eliot during the last few moments of his change. His eyes widened, jaw dropping open. He hadn't seen much but it had been enough to see the pain it had cause. "Christ." He mumbled softly before scrambling up. "Eliot...fuck..." He bent, slowly helping Eliot up before getting him to the bed.

"Just...shit I don't know. Rest." He went to the fridge grabbing a cold bottle of water before restarting the microwave. He took the bottle of water over to Eliot, sitting on the bed and unscrewing it. "Need a drink?"

[golden_retriever]

Damnit, Eliot hadn't wanted Dean to see him like this. He could only be thankful that it wasn't the change into the wolf that the hunter witnessed, but it was still bad enough.

Eliot was limp in Dean's arms as the hunter helped him over to the bed. It was a good thing that Dean was a strong man as the werewolf had no strength to support himself at all even for the short trip across the room.

"M'fine," he muttered with a note of annoyance when he was all but tucked in. "Just... need a moment to recover, s'all."

[hunterusheroicus]

"Fine my ass. You're exhausted. Take a drink, please?" He pushed the bottle into his hand before getting up and heading back over to the kitchen, grabbing his plate out of the microwave before snagging a fork. He looked at the bed and then the couch, shifting slightly. He set the plate down though, walking over and moving to check his back.

"Okay, well, your wound is looking pretty good. I think its getting close to fully closing. Umm...you want me to bandage you up before I let you rest? I figured I'd go flop on the couch and watch some tv..."

[golden_retriever]

Eliot's hand came out to snag the side of Dean's shirt. "Y'can watch..." He coughed at how dry his throat felt and took a drink from the bottle that Dean gave him before. Feeling better, he tried again. "You can watch tv from here," he murmured, sounding tired despite his earlier protests.

"Leave my back." Shifting, he grimaced slightly when he shifted but he still kept off it for now. "If it's healin', let it air dry." He closed his eyes for a bit then opened them up again. "I feel better."

[hunterusheroicus]

He nodded, looking down at him for a moment. He grabbed his plate and the remote before sliding into bed next to Eliot. He sat against the headboard, brushing his fingers through the man's hair slowly before giving him a half smile. "You can move closer if you like."

The fork clicked on the plate and he picked it up, spearing a piece of chicken while he looked down at Eliot. "Thats good. I was hoping you'd be feeling better soon. I'm just waiting for you to not look like you're gonna pass out to start telling you I told you so." He winked playfully, trying to get the man to smile.

"Sam'll probably text in an hour or so. I'll see if he's found out any more about...this thing between us. Maybe I'll give you some good news."

[golden_retriever]

Eliot rumbled a growl of slight annoyance and gave Dean's side a playful punch. Given that there was no strength in it, it really didn't do much damage. Instead, he rolled his eyes and settled against the hunter's side.

"You're lucky, alright. Don't push it." Yet it was obvious that he wasn't going to harm Dean though. Not that he couldn't, he most definitely could, but he didn't want to.

"That's good... findin' out more about it is a good idea." He closed his eyes and all but rested his head on Dean's lap. Even though he slept the whole night through, that change really took a lot out of him.

[hunterusheroicus]

He snorted at the punch, squeezing the back of his neck soothingly before brushing through his hair again. "I think I'm more than just lucky." He looked down at Eliot, watching him for a moment before giving his head a half shake, offering him a bite of chicken. "Get some rest, okay? You need it."

He changed the channel on the tv, staring at the screen before setting the remote down. He nodded a bit, fingers faltering in his hair for a moment. "Yeah...I mean hell, you'll be rid of me if he gets it all figured out, right?" He pushed Eliot's shoulder lightly, trying to make it seem unimportant, but the smile was gone from his face.

"No more annoying the shit out of you..."

[golden_retriever]

Eliot had started drifting, but Dean's words made the werewolf open his eyes and look back sharply at the hunter. "Not what I meant," he said tightly as he tried to get his recovering body back with the program and supply his mind with something more than his need for rest.

"It's a good idea to know more about what's affectin' us. It's... damnit, Dean."

He raised a hand and rubbed at the bridge of his nose.
"Not tryin' to get rid of you."

[hunterusheroicus]

He continued eating, looking down at him as he started stroking through his hair again, trying to get him to rest. "We can talk about this after you get some rest, okay?" He tilted his head for a moment before bending and kissing him. "You look exhausted." He mumbled before going back to his food and the television.

He didn't look convinced at ALL, but he left it at that. He wanted Eliot to get some rest and getting this started would do just the opposite. He hummed slightly as he bit into an eggroll, smiling a bit around it and scooting down a bit.

[golden_retriever]

Eliot grumbled, but he couldn't deny that he was fairly wiped. He muttered into the kiss and gave Dean a hard look. "This ain't over," he said, and waited until Dean acknowledged him before he closed his eyes again. It wasn't long at all before he was passed out from exhaustion.

Interestingly enough, while he normally had trouble sleeping more than a few hours at night, even less when with company, yet around Dean, he was sleeping more than he normally would for a week.