A tantrum and angry Dean, that Eliot could handle. He didn't seem to mind Dean's rage at all as he only nodded in grim approval when he saw that Dean had the gun and it was placed in open reach.

Sounding rather calm now, he spoke even though Dean seemed to be hell bent on throwing his tantrum. "Don't mean you have to use it, but if anythin' happens, I'm more relieved to know you have it to use than not."

When he was still met with silence, Eliot said, "It's not you who I don't trust, damnit, I don't trust myself."

He stopped then, sniffing the air. Moments later there was s a knock at the door and an muffled voice of "Delivery from Kenny's Kitchen," from behind the doorway.

"Food's here," Eliot muttered and let Dean deal with that.