Knowing that Dean had some sort of a plan calmed Eliot down and he lowered himself onto the towels. It was going to get messy, but at least the mess would be less this way.

"This is all sorts of messed up," Eliot muttered as he laid down. He considered the hydrocodone. It was still addictive, but it wasn't one he used often before and as Dean said, he never had a procedure like this done before. He took the bottle and popped two of them as well.

"There, happy?" It wasn't likely it would kick in in time for this, but it would satisfy Dean at least.