Dean considered telling this fishface one of the many names he had stored away to pull out at random. He had a badge of some sort for almost every one of them, and he was pretty good at pulling out the right one for the right name. Instead he just shook his head.
"Dean." He shrugged. "So, man fish or is that wereicky something?" He looked over fishface before looking around.
"Been fighting the supernatural all my life. Well most of it. Doesn't really matter. So, were you a tadpole, eggsack or what when they-wait. What time is it now? For you that is? 1865? Seriously? You were just a step from primordial ooze or some shit like that?" Dean was doing some math, and if this guy was from the late 20th or early 21st century, he was easily in his second century. That didn't sit well with the hunter.