"No drugs," Eliot insisted with a very light shake of his head. He didn't move much after that, letting Dean all but pet him.

The surprising thing was instead of grumbling and pulling away, Eliot continued to let him. This was the most intimate he had been with anyone, most vulnerable too, and he found himself only getting more relaxed.

"I cook," he murmured, eyes closing again when he got too tired. "I'll make you somethin' when I'm better." It was the least he could do for what Dean was doing for him.