Dean got up, glaring at Eliot for a moment before going to the door. He pulled it open, plastering on a fake smile as he handed the guy a hundred dollar bill, telling him to keep the rest for a tip as he took three large bags of food from him. "Thanks." He muttered before shutting the door.

He turned, setting everything on the table, digging through slowly. He pulled down two plates, piling both with egg rolls and several other extras he had ordered before carrying Eliot's food to the bed. He set the boxes down along with a fork and then the plate full of extras. "Eat. It'll help you heal." He said quietly.

He looked at Eliot for just a moment before turning to grab his food and carry it over to the couch. "You want water, beer, or soda?" He asked, heading back to the kitchen area, tugging open the fridge and grabbing himself a soda for once instead of beer.