Eliot had been dozing lightly when Dean came back and the hunter's light touch had him waking again. He winced when Dean started working on his back but for most part didn't complain. It probably helped that he couldn't see his own wound.

"Bad?" he asked, not liking how Dean swore and having not seen the man check his phone in the meantime.

Though when Dean explained, Eliot didn't look any happier. "What'd he say about it?"