Eliot's mouth quirked upwards into a lopsided grin as he considered Dean's observation. "You told him that?" Eliot got the distinct feeling that despite being the one who was shot, Sam was likely going to be the one less eager to be friends with a mo... non-human.

"I'll think about it," he allowed. "I've still got jobs... got one I need to finish up here despite it bein' a set up, and need to make sure whoever set me up won't do it again. Then... If I'm between jobs, I could, maybe, join you for a bit."