The werewolves he knew didn't dress like that...it made his head hurt a little to think about this. What caused the variations in the creature? Why were there the variation? Damn...another headache was in the works of making itself known to Dean. Did silver bullets work on these werewolves as well as the ones he knew?
He only hunted werewolves twice in his life. Once as a teenager and once about a year and a half ago. The most recent hunt had been hard thanks to the emotional baggage that came with Sam falling for the werewolf, who had no idea that she was one. All of this was not making things better...and these wolves protected humans...the ones he knew killed and they killed for various reasons in a human subconscious, such as a threat.
'I don't get it...I know a werewolf, she's in town, but everything's different. The stories I know and the werewolves I know. I've never heard of one protecting people or being pack animals,' he said, feeling stupid and wishing Sam were there. Maybe there was a bit of the werewolf myth that he didn't know about and Sam did.