Eliot was spun around and slammed into the door, but he could care less as he met those lips with his own and fought a war with his tongue to dominate the kiss. It was a war he didn't mind losing though, especially if it ended up with him pinned to the door with Dean's body flushed against his.

When their groins bumped together and Eliot tried to grind his against Dean, the hunter would find that the werewolf was just as turned on.

"Warned ya you wouldn't win," he growled in brief break before reaching out with his mouth to claim Dean's lips again. He couldn't get those lips out of his mind since the last time, and now that they were here, they felt just as good as they did last time.