"I'm not going to fight you like a wolf, Dean. No claws, no teeth." He considers, tilting his head a bit. "Might see my eyes flash red, but that's an adrenaline thing."

He pushes away from the wall and looks around. "A bite from an alpha turns you. Which I am, but I wouldn't give it without consent. Most wolves wouldn't Where are we going to do this?"

He's a bit excited to feel a rush of adrenaline again. He and Dean are in this for the same reasons. Drastically unhealthy reasons, but same nonetheless.