One second Dean's fingers were sliding through Eliot's hair and the next the bed next to him was empty. Fuck he'd known Eliot could move fast, but he hadn't been expecting that! He watched everything before cracking up when Eliot punched Sam, snorting into his hand and shaking his head. "Eliot don't break my brother!" He said, still laughing.

Sam just looked dazed, hand coming up to rub his face as he stared up at Eliot. "I...ah..yeah? Fuck..." He couldn't move his jaw much. Jesus fucking christ that had hurt like hell. This dude packed a punch.

Dean leaned forward, raising an eyebrow. "You okay, Sammy?" When his little brother nodded slowly he tugged Eliot in close again, shaking his head before leaning his head down and kissing Eliot firmly. "That was kinda hot." He mumbled in his ear before looking back at Sam who was staring at them in shock.

"Anyways, yeah, you were saying something about...empathy and mind reading?"