It had taken Dean a bit longer than he'd thought to get back, but he was back at least. He slipped into the room carrying a couple bags containing food and anything else he thought he might need from the Impala as well as the two rugs with devils traps on them.

He set the food down, humming to himself as he checked on Eliot before laying the rugs down. He pulled two hex bags out of one of the bags on the table, setting one by the window and another in the bedside table.

Once he felt he had everything situated he put the food up. After, Dean toed off his boots and tugged off his socks before pulling his shirt off and laying down next to Eliot. He wrapped an arm around him, mumbling softly to him the whole time so the man wouldn't lash out in his sleep.