"Special? No, but it's taken down a shifter or two. Silver bullets. A few rounds to the head, two the heart, then..." Dean didn't want to think about what he was going to do. The damn thing was actually helping him? This was not what he wanted to do either. He had to kill to help others, but the werewolf wasn't some mass murdering fuckhead. He sighed softly.
"I'll cut your head out, and your heart. Then I'll burn it all." His lips pursed as he thought about it. That may have seemed overkill, but if this thing didn't know of a way, he had to make sure it worked.
"I'll try to make it as quick as possible." He lifted the gun, hoping that it really was quick, and also that the beast wasn't trying to pull a fast one on him. If it was a tricky beast, then this could all be a load of shit.