Eliot had started drifting, but Dean's words made the werewolf open his eyes and look back sharply at the hunter. "Not what I meant," he said tightly as he tried to get his recovering body back with the program and supply his mind with something more than his need for rest.

"It's a good idea to know more about what's affectin' us. It's... damnit, Dean."

He raised a hand and rubbed at the bridge of his nose.
"Not tryin' to get rid of you."