Dean found were he'd landed before following the trail of broken glass and blood. As soon as he found Eliot he slid to his knees next to him, hands hovering for a moment before he touched him, noticing how much cooler his skin was. "Eliot...come on. We need to get you somewhere safe so I can get this bullet out of you."

Though he really didn't want to try to take him anywhere first. He had no clue what would would happen if the bullet stayed in much longer. He carefully rolled his shirt up, looking at the bullet wound, making a scared noise in his throat.