Dean smirked. Of course he'd seen that movie, who hadn't? Kate Beckinsale in leather? Sold. But the werewolves were unrealistic as fuck, and the vampires had been too human...
Oh. He was starting to see where this was going.
He didn't have any silver. Not even his ring. And a ring wouldn't do much but piss the Wolfman off, anyway.
When the kid asked, Dean figured he'd be upfront with him. The Wolfman was on the ground snarling, able to get to one knee, but not stand on both legs, and too animal right now to realize he could stand on just one leg and limp.
"No. I'm just trying to figure out what exactly you are," he said. He opened the bag and looked through it, hoping for silver he'd somehow forgotten about. Nope. Probably in the Impala. If he could get to her.
He'd seen the kid's face. It was almost a territorial thing, what he'd done, going toe-to-toe with the Wolfman like that.