Elijah Winchester is the twin brother of Dean Winchester and the older brother of Sam. Elijah and Dean are very close to each other and trust each other with their lives. They would die for each other.
"I am older than you, Dean, you should listen...
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A GROAN left the older Winchester's lips as he flipped throught books after books, looking for the creature that he and his brothers were hunting down. His youngest brother, Sam noticed Elijah's stressed state and was extremely worried. eyebags were under his eyes and mugs upon mugs of bitter coffee kept him awake for 10 hours now.
"Eli?" Dean's worried voice echoed through the room, but Elijah didn't answer, sipping the coffee and keeping his eyes on the book. "Are you okay? you looked stressed." Elijah snapped his head up and looked at them. "Umm?" he blinked and rubbed his blurry eyes. "Me fine." he slurred in an hoarse voice due to drinking too much coffee. Sam sighed. "You should go and rest, i would take over from here." but Elijah shook his head. "Noooo, i am this close to finding out." he drawled out, pinching his finger into a small hole. Dean and Sam looked at each other before Dean rolled his eyes and walked toward Elijah and knocked him out. "Some help here, Sammy?" Dean asked Sam to help him. The younger man reluctantly nodded and walked toward them. Elijah was heavier than he looked.
ELIJAH flinched as the harsh rays of the sun entered his eyes. He rubbed his throbbing forehead. 'What happened?' he thought, confused. He got of the bed and groaned. Why did he feel pain in his back? Elijah rolled his shoulders. He saw Sam and Dean working. Well, Sam was working. Dean was drinking a beer and looking at the laptop over Sam's shoulder. Elijah could see their mouth moving, he could barely hear a word they said, but some were faint.
"........Werewolf."
"..........Impossible.....full moon."
"Pureblood......."
"Dean? Sam?" Elijah said in a croaky voice, causing both brothers to look at him, worry in their features. "Elijah! why are you up? go back to sleep." Dean hissed. Truth to be said, Dean was worried. Very worried about his brother lately. Something was wrong with him. very wrong.
Elijah frowned. "No?" he said, more like asked. "I am fine, you guys. Don't worry about me." he said and was about to grab a beer, but Dean stopped him. "Don't touch that, dude, go back to bed. only me and Sam are going hunting today, you can stay behind and get some sleep."
"No, i am coming with you both." Elijah snapped stubbornly. "C'mon Dean, i am not a fucking kid, yeah? I can defend myself." But Dean's decision was final. He shook his head. "Eli, we know, we get it, you are strong and can defend yourself, but you haven't even slept very well. So, if we take you with us when you are still tired, what do you think would happen? Just stay. Please." Elijah muttered something under his breath, feeling defected. "Fine, but just this once." he grumbled before going back to one of the bed which was his own. "Good luck." he mumbled before doozing off.
"That was the first sensible thing you said today, dean."
