When Dean stepped in close, Eliot could practically smell the scent of arousal pouring off the hunter in heady waves. He sucked in a breath and held it, nostrils flaring as well. In reaction to all this action and the other man's blatant need for him, Eliot felt his groin start to stiffen too.

He gave the pitiful punks one last glare then turned, nodding to Dean.

"Lead the way," he answered in a low husky growl that was for Dean's ears only. The rest of the bar discretely turned away when they passed.