"If you promise not to kill him I'll let you. He deserves it." He finally bandaged him back up, rubbing his hand down Eliot's back slowly before his hand froze. Fingers curled into a fist against Eliot's back before he pushed himself up, glaring down at him.

"Fuck you! We already had this talk, Eliot. You are staying in this goddamned hotel and I am staying here too." He shook his head, grabbing everything he'd put down to fix him up, carrying it back over to the dresser and dropping it. "We agreed. Regardless of how fucking nervous you are. You aren't going to rip me apart."

He stood frozen for a moment, glancing at the time. They still had at least another fifteen minutes before the food showed up. He pulled his cellphone out, sending a text to Sam to come get the dirty towels and get them clean. He also texted that he would leave them in a bag in the Impala. He still didn't want Sam near Eliot.

"Respect me enough to do this, ok? If you go off somewhere and you end up hurting yourself? You still aren't healed and whether you agree or not, you aren't ready to just go off back to the way you were." He grabbed a bag, storming into the bathroom to shove everything dirty into the bag.