Eliot was too shocked to respond to the kiss. In fact, Dean was incredibly lucky that he was too shocked to punch too. His eyes were wide as saucers as his mouth all but got plundered in public, and when Dean pulled away, a storm settled over the retrieval specialist's features.

"You—!" Outraged beyond expression, he couldn't even get the words out without sputtering.

Oh Eliot wanted to hit something. He had to hit something badly.

Strangely enough, he was reluctant to hit the person responsible.

"Hey, faggot! We don't welcome your type here!"

Perfect.