"Got no breath to fight with you, man," Eliot said and chuckled but grimaced when his back hurt from the effort. "Can't wait to get rid of the rest," he moaned when he settled down a bit.

His body was in a state of exhaustion fighting this silver thing and damn Dean was right, he probably should eat to give himself the energy to fight. He closed his eyes breathed out slowly through his nose, using his breathing method to manage his pain, as he had been all this time.

"You said you're gonna cook?" He hoped he could keep things down though.