Dean dodges, and this is all well and good, but he's fighting a werewolf, and the advantage of all those years of training will only help as long as he can manage to stay out of reach.

"If you were gonna kill me," he says, knees bent and eyes wary, "What would you do?" Might as well make this a learning experience, as well as a cathartic one. "Throat or belly, claws or teeth?"