He watched him for a moment before shifting, moving Eliot carefully until he was resting in Dean's lap. It gave Dean a chance to just slide his fingers through his hair slowly. He nodded as he listened and then he remembered the tip and growled. "Yeah it was a set up alright. Me and Sam were tipped off to a werewolf in the area. We were told to go to that building. Fuck."

He leaned his head back against the headboard, still brushing through his hair. "Look just...we'll stay here until you're healed up. And yes I said we. Sam won't be able to find us. I paid cash and used a name I've never used before. Plus he wouldn't look at a place like this." He chuckled, but there was no real amusement behind it. "He'd figure on looking either at the nastiest dives or someplace real upscale in town to find me."