Dean had finally managed to wake himself up, lifting his head to stare at Eliot during the last few moments of his change. His eyes widened, jaw dropping open. He hadn't seen much but it had been enough to see the pain it had cause. "Christ." He mumbled softly before scrambling up. "Eliot...fuck..." He bent, slowly helping Eliot up before getting him to the bed.

"Just...shit I don't know. Rest." He went to the fridge grabbing a cold bottle of water before restarting the microwave. He took the bottle of water over to Eliot, sitting on the bed and unscrewing it. "Need a drink?"