Honestly, cannot believe I wrote this. I don't' know where Sam is, he's not here, that's all I know.

They had just gotten into the hotel room they were staying in for their latest hunt, out of an old habit Eliot turned on the TV and changed it to the local news station, he turned the volume up, and they listened as they moved around the room getting ready for bed.

Then suddenly while Dean brushed his teeth and Eliot was sorted the clothes from his duffle into clean and unclean piles so that he could take the dirty ones to the laundry mat the next day something the announcer said caught Eliot's attention, he stopped what he was doing, and looked at the TV "Dean, come here, look at this" he called out.

Dean came out bathroom "What is it babe?" he asked.

"There was some kind of explosion in an old abandon Coca Cola factory, they said something about con artists wanted by the FBI" Eliot was sitting on the corner of the king sized bed.

Dean sat down next to him wrapping an arm around his shoulder comfortingly, knowing Eliot had a lot of friends in the business of conning, especially two member of the team he used to be part of.

"No, not yet" Eliot replied leaning toward Dean.

The news station played a clip of the factory, at first everything seemed alright, it was just an old building and the suddenly there was a loud noise and the building was on fire, the sound repeated its self once, twice, three times until the entire building collapsed and was on fire, Eliot flinched every time it he heard it. "C4, battery acid, and an alarm clock as a timer" he mumbled.

By now Dean knew better then to ask the former hitter how he knew things like that Eliot had trained himself very well for his old job.

The clip end ant the announcer came back on the screen, "At 3:05 early this morning an abandoned Coca- Cola factory in Penn Hills, Pennsylvania exploded, local police and FBI were on the scene in minutes, having already received an anonymous call that indicated that there were wanted criminal at the factory at there were explosives involved.

There were 13 killed in the explosion the FBI are still trying to identify all of the remains but the bodies of two of FBI, and Interpol's most wanted con artists Nathan Ford and Sophie Devereaux have been discovered in the wreckage" She said.

Eliot gasped softly causing Dean to look at the expression on his face.

The emotions his look spoke of varied there was one of shock, horror, pain, betrayal, and maybe even a little relief.

Dean knew about Nathan Ford, knew a lot about what he done to Eliot, what he had put the already broken hitter through, and frankly Dean was glad he was dead.

When they met Dean had soon found out Eliot would only sleep for 19 minutes every night.

Then after fallen for each other and started sharing a room, Dean had eventually gotten Eliot to sleep thru the night, but there were still nights that he would wake up in the middle of the night, sometimes he didn't say anything, some times he'd tell Dean about his past, his family, people he'd fought, people he killed, but then on other nights, nights that Dean had come to think of as some of the worst he would sit up in bed, shaking even when the room was warm, on those nights, he'd say a name, just one name nothing else "Nate" he'd whisper through his tears.

Dean would pull the ex-hitter into his arms and hold on to him while he remembered things that Dean would later try to erase with kisses.

And now HE was gone, he was dead and he couldn't hurt Eliot anymore, and knowing that made Dean want to jump for joy and go out a celebrate, But he couldn't, wouldn't even mention thinking about it until he knew that Eliot was alright.

"Eliot" he whispered questioningly, the former hit man slowly turned his head and looked at Dean.

He sat there staring at Dean for a minute, looking like he was trying to process everything, to understand what had happened, His mouth opened and closed, he turned and looked back at the television "SH-Sh-" he started to stutter "She went back to him" he finally got out "She went to him after everything, after everything he did to her, to us, TO ME, she went back to him?" he said in shocked then sat there "that" he looked around the room for a second before his eyes settled on some point on the floor in front of him "that" he repeated "THAT BITCH" he seemed to decided then turned his head back to look at Dean his expression speaking of pain betrayal and even more so, anger.

"That dumb bitch" he repeated starting into Dean Eyes then looking at the TV "She went back to that asshole" he drawled "well, you know, good riddance" he decided, turning to look at Dean as if looking for confirmation "Yeah, good riddance" Dean smiled rubbing his hand up and down Eliot's back "yeah" Eliot smiled back at Dean then leaned in to kiss him on the mouth "hmm you taste like toothpaste" he mumbled "Yeah, well I was in the middle of brushing my teeth" Dean replied.

Eliot smiled and grabbed the remote turning the TV off he stood up took Dean's hand and lead him into the bathroom, they finished getting ready for bed, and slid under the covers.

Dean wrapped his arms around Eliot, he wanted to do more, wanted to make love to him but considering the news that Eliot had just gotten, he figured it wasn't a good night for that, so he was content to just hold him.

"Dean" Eliot said rolling over to face him "Yeah babe?" Dean asked. "Dean, want you" Eliot whispered caressing Dean's face and leaning in to kiss him hungrily, Dean returned the kiss with just as much desire, moaning deeply.

"Ell" He whispered reluctantly pulling away from the kiss "Eliot you sure, you wanna do this tonight?" he asked, needing to be sure Eliot was alright.

Eliot looked into his eyes "Yes" he whispered confidently then pushing Dean on to the mattress a kissing him fiercely.

They made love, slowly and passionately, Eliot clinging to Dean as if he was his life line and if he let go they would both be lost, with their passion spent they drifted to sleep in each others arms