Julian was quiet for a long time. "I don't know what happens on that day, Dean, but it's a day I don't ever want to wake up on."
He looked at the hunter. "I'm not a cursed wolf. I mentioned that before, but I can explain now. I'm garou. I was born this way, like my mother. We change into wolves, true wolves and not beasts. We retain human minds, but have lupine instincts. Wolves run from humans. There are beasts, the lycanthropes, the loup-garou -- those hunt for the kill and revel in murder." Julian shook his head, shuddering. "Like Wolfman there."
He winced, looking at the guy, shot and confused and angry. "C'mon," he said, moving to help. "Let's get him to the tents, at least."