"Good." Eliot had all but growled out the tiny word as he twisted around to look at what Dean was doing. The Tylenol's effect seemed to have been used up though for the small action caused the werewolf's features to twist up in pain, and in effect, a louder growl to follow.

"He's around?" he asked after he settled back a bit, hackles raising at the thought of the man who shot him being anywhere nearby. Even knowing that what Sam got him was already something that would obviously hurt him didn't help him from suspecting something worse from happening.