It felt like the acid had eaten through his muscles and went right to his organs from how painful it was. For all Eliot knew, it could have, and he didn't have breath to answer Dean at all when the hunter declared they were done.

He just laid there, eyes closed with unshed tears brimming around his lashes as he panted in short breaths as if even breathing too hard would make it hurt worse.

Barely alive, he made a soft noise like he was trying to grunt but came out as a whimper when Dean pressed into his wound again to clear out the last of the diluted acid. He couldn't even answer Dean if he wanted to, he was barely holding to consciousness as it was.