Eliot was sleeping soundly up until loud shouting roused him from his rest. He opened an eye but closed it quickly once he realized the heated exchange was Dean on the phone talking about him.

Pretending to sleep, he listened attentively as Dean alternated between shouting and pleading with his brother. Eliot would've been inclined to argue for Sam if it would get Dean out of here, but the more he listened, the more he knew how futile it was.

When did three nights mean Dean was caring for him?

Probably when he fucking fell asleep with the guy petting his hair.

Eliot groaned at that realization and was inclined to agree something was different here.

When he heard the goodbye and the snap of Dean's phone, Eliot opened his eyes again and waited for Dean to reenter the room. "He agreed?"