"Seriously?" Eliot turned with every intention of giving Dean a glare yet having moved too quickly, he managed to only end up grimacing. "Damnit," he muttered as he moved back around. It was then that Dean rested his head on his shoulder and he grunted.

"I still wanna punch him for tryin' to kill me," he muttered, turning his head only slightly so he could catch Dean in the corner of his vision.

"About tonight... Drive me out to the outskirts and drop me off. I'll find a woodland somewhere." Eliot really wasn't comfortable with changing around Dean, and now that he felt a bit better, perhaps he should get back to the outdoors.