Eliot should be pushing Dean away except something about the tender way the hunter held him and pillowed his head helped calm his wolf down. He had noted it last time yet it was more prominent this time with how it was able to calm the snarling and injured beast.

He still didn't understand, but given his condition right now, he was just glad that he didn't have to fight the monster inside him as well.

"Fuck... Means he knows... damnit." He suppose eventually, someone was going to figure out his secret. This was possibly the worst way though.

Agitated, Eliot's expression scrunched up with pain before he breathed out slowly to concentrate away from it again. It was almost like he was using breathing exercises to manage it. "What'd he shoot me with?" Even Eliot knew that it wasn't a normal bullet to make him feel feverish like this. He also began shivering too.