Feeling unnaturally reassured by that, Eliot sighed and turned his head lightly into the touch. It felt comforting, like being reassured by an old comrade or someone he could trust. —Pack.—

"Then use acid. Don't want to risk doin' this half-assed." He was more afraid ot hat ending up backfiring on them than the pain it would cause.

"You sure it can't kill me?" Because in the end, Eliot wasn't as sure of that as Dean was.