Most of that honestly went over Eliot's head as Dean delved into stories of Lucifer and archangels, fantastical adventures that pretty much existed outside of Eliot's norm. And his norm, ever since getting changed into a werewolf, had expanded considerably.

But he sensed that Dean needed to speak as much as he wanted Eliot there to listen, so he didn't interrupt but just kept is hand squeezing Dean's knee.

It was when he felt the hunter slip his own hand over his that Eliot finally moved forward and enveloped the man into his embrace.

"There's no use chasin' the past on this one. World's still standin', so that apocalypse of yours didn't come to pass. Don't go beatin' yourself up over it." He raised his hand to card gently through Dean's hair as he held his Alpha close to his chest.