Eliot found he couldn't argue that. Just something in the way Dean said those words... He sighed and moved to wrap himself tighter in the blankets.

"Fuckin' idiot," he muttered, but listened in that he did stop arguing. There was no point in wasting much needed breath when the hunter was too stupid for his own good.

He also felt his body relax easier, and giving Dean a resigned glare, he settled to rest as commanded. Whatever it was, his wolf didn't seem to want to fight anymore and when Eliot closed his eyes, they were blue again.