Eliot groaned when Dean washed his wound, but he had dealt with enough bullet wounds to understand how they worked. True that none of them hurt or affected him like this, but it was still a bullet wound, right?

He took the offered belt and bit down on it gratefully, knowing that he would need it soon. And he did.

Eliot cried out around the belt when Dean started digging in, creating deep enough bite marks on the tough leather that the belt would never recover from. Still, the bullet would eventually be found lodged against one of his ribs and could be retrieved.

Unfortunately, or blissfully, Eliot passed out from the pain by then.