Sam threw up his hands, shaking his head. "No! Nonono not like that! Emotionally! Like..no if you were to get hurt...no. Dean isn't going to feel it if you get shot or stabbed or anything like that. Sorry I guess...I should probably explain this shit better." He noticed the hurt look on Dean's face that was quickly going from hurt to a mixture of anger as well. "Dean don't you even think about getting off that bed until I'm done talking or I'll kick your ass."

Of course, he hoped Eliot wouldn't take that threat in the wrong way. He had no clue how this shit worked. "You'd feel things emotionally. Umm anger, fear, happiness? Uhh love....joy? I don't know how it all works really. Empathy is an emotional connection though. Telepathy would be more dangerous in sharing that kind of pain honestly."

Dean didn't look at Eliot, taking just a moment to send his full glare Sam's way before ignoring his brother completely and pushing off the bed. He grabbed his plate off the nightstand, carrying it to the sink before he washed it and put it away, all the time being none too gentle.