When Dean felt Eliot roll off him abruptly he made a sound, reaching for him subconsciously. He shifted around a bit, opening one eye before shutting it again. "Hmmwhere ya goin?" He muffled out, turning over and pressing his face into one of the couch cushions as he tried to wake up and figure out where Eliot had gone to in such a hurry.

He still felt warm from having the wolf sprawled over the top of him, leaving him fuzzy and slow to wake.