Eliot sighed but didn't struggle out of Dean's hold, at least, not right now. It was in the wee hours of the night, after a good two hours of sleep before he carefully moved himself out of the hunter's grasp. The man had shifted then anyway and it wasn't much of a problem anymore.

As he promised, perhaps to tease the guy, he sniffed out Sam and left a note pinned to his door saying where he would be able to find Dean.

On his part, Eliot expected to never see the hunter again.