Long explanations may have to wait, but Eliot tried to get the gist of it out to Dean. "Hired thugs," he said as he settled into the bed on his side so as to not press onto the wound. It wasn't closing yet either, the silver was slowing down his supernatural abilities to heal.

Closing the blinds to make the place dimmer helped, so did knowing that there was no one around. He weakly noted where Dean placed the gun, but he didn't move towards it. It was questionable if he could even if he wanted to.

"Was a set up... Messed up a job earlier, guy hired me for a second one to make it even." He breathed out slowly and closed his eyes. "Goons been tryin' to kill me since I got in town."