Eliot was actually so far from okay that he barked out a strained laugh at the question. "I'll live," he allowed instead, thinking that it was the important thing.

He had waken up a bit more in an attempt to look around him, taking an interest in where he was being taken. He groaned though when he tried to get out.

"Those guys..." He wanted to make sure that there wouldn't be any pursuit, he wouldn't be able to survive another attack right now.

If Dean tried to lift him, and he definitely needed heavy support if he was to get anywhere, the hunter would find that the wolf was no longer cool, but burning up like a furnace.