Dean considered this. It seemed like Julian had, at the very least, thought things through.
"Y'know I hate to be a dick on this one, but I kinda have to," he said. "What happens when it goes wrong? What happens when that day comes where you killed someone?"
He settled the bag on his shoulder and pointed to the entrance of the maze, ready to head out. They walked past a very angry Wolfman who did not know how he'd gotten shot and was actually crying. Dean did his best not to smirk.
"I've never met a werewolf with self-control. I really want to believe that such a thing exists, but..." Dean sighed. He knew he was going to sound like a dick. "Y'know, things are what they are."