"N-no drugs," Eliot gritted out, a general comment regardless of whether they worked or not. He hated the fuzzy edge they gave everything in order to dull the pain, and although injured, he would rather suffer it than have that added layer.

"Leave me a w-weapon," he said as he shifted and got away from Dean. His inner wolf growled and caused his eyes to phase partially to yellow again, but for the moment he still seemed to be in control.

"And d-don't come back." While Dean seemed to calm the beast, Eliot didn't want to risk it. With the full moon coming soon, he knew that his temper would flare as his hold on the wild creature became more tenuous day by day.