"It's not about nerves— Damnit!" Dean had already stormed off, leaving Eliot just staring after him on the bed. Exhaling loudly, he smashed his fist into the mattress then growled even louder at how very unsatisfying that was.

"Fuck." It wasn't about nerves... fine, it wasn't just about nerves. It was a valid concern that he would hurt Dean. While Eliot still had control, a lot of the times, he gave it over to the beast to help release some of the tension. If he was going to be in the hotel though, in a city and around Dean, he would need to keep a tight hold the whole time and that may be harder considering the beast would be strongest then.

"Fuckin' stubborn..." He ended off with another growl then exhaled heavily. With nothing to do, he waited for Dean to come back.