Title: I want to reach for your hand as we scale the path
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Adrienne Rich
Warnings: AU
Pairings: Dean/Eliot
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 515
Point of view: third
Prompt: Leverage/Supernatural, Dean/Eliot, Eliot is the hunter and Dean is the hitter
They meet at a bar, when Eliot comes in after a month-long hunt and Dean's just turned over half a dozen items to their new owner.
Dean's looking for a quick fuck before going sleep for a week, and Eliot's just after a beer or three, till he can't remember his own name or the way that little girl screamed when he was a moment too late.
Instead, they end up shoulder-to-shoulder, sharing stories about punkass baby brothers with brains the size of planets and egos to match, and about fathers who wanted something entirely different than reality, and how there are some stains that just will not goddamned come out, no matter what.
They don't go back to a room together, but they're both at the same hotel, so they meet up again the next morning for breakfast. And then there's a movie that Dean'd caught a preview for and wants to see, and Eliot thinks it sounds kinda interesting, and, well...
One thing leads to another, and when Eliot needs a second gun for a hunt, he'll call Dean. And when Dean's in over his head because the angry thief in possession of the thing he's been hired to retrieve is, in fact, a fucking vampire, he'll send a text Eliot's way and pray he checks his phone in time.
Sammy bitches at him about dangerous and criminal records, but Sammy doesn't really have a goddamned clue about Dean's life. He thinks Dean sells insurance, for fuck's sake.
Sam likes to believe he's the smart one in the family. Dean lets him keep his delusions. They make him feel good.
And Eliot, he's the last of his bloodline, hunters all the way back to Ben Franklin, matter of fact.
The first time Dean brings Eliot home, Dad takes him out back and sees how good he is with a gun. And Mom, well Mom… she looks at Eliot hard and says in cold voice, "My father is Samuel Campbell. Hurt my boy and your body will never be found."
Eliot nods and murmurs, "Understood, ma'am."
Dean's not sure he gets it, but he's guessing he comes by his talent for weapons honestly enough, from both sides of the family tree.
Mom smiles at Eliot and kisses him on the cheek. "Welcome to the family," she says.
That night, Dean slowly undresses Eliot in the same room where he lost his virginity and he's not sure if he's ever done anything hotter. "Come to Croatia with me," Dean whispers into his neck. "Help me overthrow a tyrant."
"Only if you help me go after this bastard demon called Azazel," Eliot replies, biting into Dean's lower lip.
"Done," Dean promises. "The fucker won't know what hit 'im."
Eliot smiles and lays Dean down, and Dean wonders, for a brief, painful second, what life would've been like if he'd never gone to that bar that night.
But Eliot recaptures his attention and they have to focus on keeping quiet and he did meet Eliot, Eliot is his forever and ever, and there is nothing they can't do.