The alcohol hurt. Jerking from the pain of that, it was a good thing that Dean was already holding him down or Eliot may very well hurt himself worse.

By the time Dean got around to moving him, Eliot was exhausted from it all and was rearranged on the bed without much protest. Even how he was put back against the hunter's chest, he only made a soft noise at the treatment.

"You treat all your one night stands like this?"