"Why aren't you closin' it up?" Eliot couldn't imagine any reason someone would want to keep his bullet wound open but wasn't in position to argue. Honestly, if it wasn't for Dean, he may be dead already.

But he wished the hunter would take a clue and stop asking him things he didn't want to talk about.

Growling in annoyance, he tried to look over his shoulder again and stopped when his vision wavered dangerously. He rested his head back on his arms right after.

"I turn into a fuckin' beast. Happy?"