Eliot shrugged a shoulder, the movement jostling slightly against Dean before Eliot settled again. "Work," he said, as general an answer as saying 'interest' would've been.

His past wasn't something he wanted to discuss, especially not to a one night stand who happened to be a hunter who may come after him one day. It was obvious Eliot had a history though, the scars on his body revealed as much.

"How'd you end up huntin' supernatural things?"