"That was a guy in a mask," Dean whispered. "I can't shoot him. Not fatally, anyway."
He took a gun out of his jacket and held it down, safety off, creeping toward the wolf. Considering the bag on his back, he was pretty quiet. The Wolfman turned soon enough and growled, showing off big teeth. Dean's nostrils flared.
He tried to think of the best place to shoot someone that'd stop but not kill them. Did that even work on a Wolfman? Shit, he hadn't seen that movie in years.