Eliot growled, feeling threatened by Dean although he couldn't explain what or how. Rather, it wasn't by Dean, but his inner wolf's reaction to Dean.

He jerked his arm away as if it burnt him, being nice to not have turned it into an attack to show the other what he was capable of.

He strangely had no desire to do such a thing.

Grunting, he turned to grab a pack of the money, heaved it, then shrugged and let Dean carry it. Technically Eliot didn't need it although it would help too.

Being called a 'hunter' though did make him arch his brows in surprise. It might've given him away, but he was quick to drop them and cover with smirk in an arrogant way. "Sam, huh. Nice to meet you. Yeah, I say we get outta here before his backup security makes it here."

If Sam had explored the house, he would find that the original security guards had all been knocked out one way or another.