Julian shrugged a bit. "Keep going on about it, dude, and I might have to tease you. No zombies, got it. I don't like silver. But I'll keep quiet about your weakness if you keep quiet about mine."
He nodded towards the scratch on Dean's arm. "Looks pretty clean, and I can't smell any of... of that in it." He looked around briefly. "So, uh... this is what you do? Hunt... this kind of stuff?"
Of course Julian had heard of hunters. He'd simply never met one before.