Eliot kissed back, savoring both the kiss and the taste before grinning with wolfish satisfaction. "Mmm... I could smell your scent on me."

When he rolled off Dean and fell back onto the bed, he grimaced at the impact. Somewhere in the midst of all that rutting though, he had pulled open his wound and it started to bleed.

"Damn... I hate gettin' shot," he muttered under his breath before curling onto his side facing Dean.