Eliot growled at the treatment, but a part of him understood that Dean was only trying to help so he didn't try to turn around again or bite his head off. He did make grumbling noises though, weak as they were, and pointed back out, "It's not my first time gettin' shot, you know." He had scars to prove it and Dean would have seen them.
He managed to stay still during the cleaning process of it, at least, for now. It was probably due to Dean hadn't really tackled the wound itself yet.
"You are gonna leave, alright?" He growled again now that they were on this topic. His voice was still barely above a whisper, but the force behind the words weren't lacking. "There's no 'ifs' or 'mights' about it."
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Date: 2013-04-02 02:03 am (UTC)He managed to stay still during the cleaning process of it, at least, for now. It was probably due to Dean hadn't really tackled the wound itself yet.
"You are gonna leave, alright?" He growled again now that they were on this topic. His voice was still barely above a whisper, but the force behind the words weren't lacking. "There's no 'ifs' or 'mights' about it."