Dean didn't even smirk. This was really serious, taking this kid in there with all the shit hitting the fan.
Oh, fuck it, this is the do it or die rundown, isn't it?
Now there was a trace of a smile. Very small, just a hint. "Yep. You win the door prize." He figured it was best to oversimplify things before the kid panicked. "If something tries to open a vein, kill it. Period."
With that, he headed into the maze, bag on his shoulder. Even though there were flood lights on near the outside, it was darker and harder to see the further inward they went. Dean heard a scream from somewhere, a human one, but couldn't find the way to get toward the sound.
Rounding a corner, Dean held out his hand for the kid to stop walking. Standing there, in a clear part of the maze, totally quiet, was the Wolfman. The old school, motherfucking Wolfman.