"Mostly I work overseas," Eliot admitted as he raised a hand to continue tracing patterns. From Dean's shoulder earlier, he had moved down to the hunter's back and was drawing spirals there with one finger.

"I wouldn't know about magical things. I mean, had to get back some crazy shit for some jobs, but a job's a job. Someone pays the bill and I'll retrieve it for them." It wasn't only items either, more than once he retrieved hostages too. They didn't always make it either.