If Eliot hadn't been, well, Eliot he probably wouldn't have been so content to have the wolf laying on him. In fact, he was almost 100% sure that he would have been panicking at this point. What helped was the blue eyes, the look of intelligence there. They were Eliot's eyes and he knew that.

He kept rubbing, shifting and rolling sideways so that Eliot was on his side. The whine made Dean's eyebrow raise slowly before he smiled. "You like that, huh?" He mumbled, scratching down his side and over his flank, letting his fingers slide through fur.

This was definitely different, but Dean couldn't actually complain. It was pleasant. Sure, he'd much rather be lying with the man right now, touching bare skin instead of fur but he wasn't complaining about this. He wouldn't.