At that point, Eliot reached out for the bottle of Jack and just drank it straight from the bottle. In the last five minutes, he discovered that angels were real, demons were real, apparently an apocalypse happened, hell and heaven were real, which by extension he was pretty much destined for hell, and that his Alpha apparently spent four decades there already.

In fact, one bottle of JD suddenly didn't seem nearly enough.

"It happened. It's done. That doesn't mean anythin' here and now except what you let it mean." Because it didn't matter to Eliot. His life wasn't as adventurous as Dean's, but he was no white lily himself.

At least Dean went there because he sold his soul to save his brother. Eliot's place there, when he eventually died, would be completely be of his own making.