Eliot hadn't meant to, especially not with himself in a strange place not of his choosing and enemies possibly closing in, but he slept. His body needed it and it was getting hard to focus anyway. Even discounting the fever that burned his already unnatural body temperature even higher, his vision had been weaving ever since he got into the bedroom. The best way to deal with it was to sleep, but... did he trust Dean that much that he believed him when he said he was safe?

He must've though, for even half an hour later, Eliot was dozing lightly under the covers, the weapons untouched where Dean had left them.