Boy was Eliot being steadily driven towards that cliff's edge. The vibration of varying notes down his body was like an acceleration to it, and the fingers that spread and drilled him was taking away the breaks.

He cried out, arching and tensing and rocked, very near. A tearing sound happened when one twisting hand accidentally ripped into the bed sheet beneath them.

"I'm gonna—!!" It was all the warning Dean got, just seconds before Eliot spilled over.