Damnit, Eliot hadn't wanted Dean to see him like this. He could only be thankful that it wasn't the change into the wolf that the hunter witnessed, but it was still bad enough.

Eliot was limp in Dean's arms as the hunter helped him over to the bed. It was a good thing that Dean was a strong man as the werewolf had no strength to support himself at all even for the short trip across the room.

"M'fine," he muttered with a note of annoyance when he was all but tucked in. "Just... need a moment to recover, s'all."