Dean was only half listening. He was still on the part where, but for the grace of timing, he was going to be a zombie.
"... on the level that like, Indiana Jones hates snakes," Dean continued, even if Wolfboy wasn't listening.
But Wolfboy had a name. Dean heard it, and arched an eyebrow. Julian was a werewolf. Dean had never met a werewolf with any self-control. They didn't make those, and if they had, it would've saved Sammy a broken heart. Dean set his jaw, and shook the kid's hand, briefly.
"Dean. You were a big help," he said. For Dean, that was a huge thing to say to a werewolf. Huge.