Eliot's expression remained neutral despite Dean's outburst. Or, perhaps, because of it although there was a moment when that control slipped and a look of annoyance and aghast horror crossed the werewolf's eyes.

"What? No!" He growled and glared slightly. "You're missin' the point! You don't know about me. I'm not a good man, Dean." He dipped to give the other mean an even look. "Even before this.... this curse, I did things..."

He closed his eyes but when he opened them, they were even and unwavering. "If you're gonna be with me, you gotta know that. I've killed people... I still do. I can only promise you that it'll be the situation and it won't be cause of this beast inside me."