"Just listen!" Eliot growled, but the shout having taken more out of him than the was ready for and reduced him to short gasps for moments afterwards.

The hunter was a good guy, he could tell. He would actually feel bad if he hurt him because of this. He could already feel part of that rage and frustration building when Dean wouldn't listen, and his earlier fight with those goons had been in part affected by it.

His next words were harsh whispers, but he couldn't let Dean come back and be in danger. "Can't... control the beast."