It wasn't until an hour later, when Dean was nearly at the hotel, that Eliot showed any signs of coming back. It was no more than a soft groan, but it was more than Dean had before.

Even then, it took a good ten more minutes before the werewolf's eyes fluttered and slivers of blue appeared beneath the drooping eyelids.

"Where...?" he asked in a voice barely above a whisper. He still looked pale and frankly, little better than a corpse, but he was hanging on and trying to come back around.