Scars (Supernatural/Leverage, Sam/Eliot, PG-13)
Yeah so I really feel like posting that Sam/Eliot fic I’ve had for months. This version is edited; full, NSFW version is here.
There was a stranger in their bar.
Not the most unusual occurrence, true, but the way he was holding himself and how he’d taken the only seat in the room to see every entrance and exit <i>was</i>. Eliot knew hardness when he saw it, and the stranger didn’t have much left that was soft. He wasn’t the kind of man to stroll into a bar and nurse a single beer for two hours - and yes, he’d counted.
If he’d started watching because the guy was hot as hell, that was his business.