Dean's eyes followed Eliot until the door was shut. He frowned before he moved around, gathering up the food they hadn't eaten and taking it over, storing it in the fridge. He needed to stay busy at least a little because he didn't know what to expect.

He'd be lying if he said he wasn't at least a little nervous. Once he had all the leftovers put away he looked at the table, staring at the gun before turning away. Nope he was leaving it there. The last thing Eliot needed to see was him holding it. He wanted the man...wolf to know he trusted him. Even if he didn't trust himself.

Finally, when he had everything put away and cleaned, he went back to the touch and waited.