How would either of them even know if they got it all? It was a bullet wound mixed with seriously bad acid burns, even if it was all out, would it start healing that quickly?

Eliot didn't know, but he did know that it was better to be safe than sorry. If Dean thought there could be any chance that that hadn't burned away everything...

He whimpered when Dean pressed the water out and all but leaned his head into Dean's hand to seek any sign of comfort. Fuck, he had been through torture that wasn't this bad... He swore his vision had gone white previously.

But he pulled himself together.

"...again." He barely had the strength to make the muffled word heard around the belt, but he was determined.