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]

It was damn hard tracing down the ring that he was hired to retrieve. Eliot didn't know what the deal was or why the guy who owned it seemed to go around town acting out, but he traced it to the house's safe and that was what mattered.

He was there at the house already, one arm around the business man's neck while the other twisted his arm behind his back. Strange, the guy was a lot stronger than he looked, but Eliot had him subdued and was currently forcing him to open the safe.

"Come'on, I don't have all day, man."

It left the dude with one hand free to type in the combo, but Eliot made it clear that he wasn't going to stand for any funny business.

However, he stiffened when he heard footsteps approaching from below. He couldn't explain it, but something about it made his hair stand on end.

[golden_retriever]

Eliot was hired to retrieve a beautiful jeweled dagger, no different from any of his other jobs, except that he hadn't expected it to be a double cross. There were people waiting for his arrival to the city from the start, and every step of the way there had been attempts to kill him.

People killing him, fine, that was just part of the job's dangers, he accepted that. But when they blew up public places in an attempt to catch him in it, that was going too damn far.

So when it all came to head inside the security building where his target housed his private collection, Eliot didn't hesitate to take it out on the thugs who attacked him. The security were all knocked out nicely ahead of time, he felt bad for hurting the security guys who were just doing their jobs... but these damn thugs, they deserved everything he did to them.

With an inhuman heave, he threw one of them into the far wall of the complex while he gripped the other by his throat. "There were kids in that buildin'!!"

[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.