Under the peculiar circumstances, Dean found himself in the throne room of the castle in Ruin City, alone with his brother, Lupus, the fierce leader of the city and its werewolf pack.
"Of all the people you sent to get me, did it really have to be Garlark? You know I never liked the man," Dean stated, his voice laced with annoyance. There was another, deeper reason for his apprehension; due to his role working with a particular person, it was dangerous for any werewolf to seek him out. Garlark was more than lucky he hadn't ended up dead, thankfully Rickle had decided to let things go and even allowed him to come to this meeting. Even Dean had no idea what went through that man's mind at times.
"That's the first thing you have to say to me after all this time we've been apart?" Lupus asked, a hint of something unreadable in his tone.