The suggestion was a sound one and Eliot nodded slightly against Dean, letting the hunter feel the action rather than see it.

"Too early to tell," he murmured, knowing that even with his sped up recovery, one night of sleep was too little to heal from something serious like this. He might've been able to heal had it been just a bullet hole, but after four rounds of acid, he had no doubt that it became something much more and much harder to deal with.

"Wound feels better... I think it worked." The whispered words were soft though, talking still took a lot out of him.