"Pourin' acid in me won't kill me?" Eliot turned enough to crack open an eye and catch Dean with an unbelieving look out of the corner of his eyes. He had never dealt with lethal wounds before and didn't know what it took to kill him, but that other option definitely sounded like it would.

He also had no idea of where the truth and where the fiction of werewolf lore began.

"Dunno I can survive that..." He rested his head back on the bed again and closed his eyes. "But burnin' it all out might be better." He didn't want any nasty surprises waiting for him if it wasn't removed properly.