Eliot shivered in Dean's grasp, his body still wracked with pain but willing to move to maintain Dean's touch. His eyes were pained in another way though, with fear of what Dean wanted to do.

"I... I can't control myself sometimes," he whispered, admitting his greatest shame to the man holding him. "There's this... beast," he murmured, "Always angry and wanting to tear into things." He shook his head. "I try but... right now..."

He was weaker. His injury drained him and the beast may very well overcome his will.