[For Dean, whose life has continued to change rules again and again and swept him along ahead of it, it's simple to stop thinking vampire and start thinking that Jerry, whatever he is, is a different creature altogether. He can use the vampire knowledge he has to start with, but he won't depend on something until he's seen it with his own eyes. That, anyway, is typically simple enough.

It's almost laughably easy, knowing who, what, and where; knowing the when is up to him, and the why is already clear. It's the how he's tasked with discerning, and that? That's practically all he does now. Dean scoops up a few more fries, settling into the comfortable role he'd once lashed to himself as his life's purpose, one that is all he's good for now, if he's good for anything at all.]

Yeah, because souls are what reflect in mirrors. [This gets Stiles a doubtful look, although he's heard it too so it's not much of one. And maybe it's true - there are stranger things he's seen, after all - but he knows his own reflection doesn't show his soul. He still looks human. Mostly he figures that's the meatsuit.]

They still your friends? [Once upon a time he might have been more tactful with this. Now it's just a question, an exchange of information, deciding how many kills are on the list now: just Jerry, or his victims, too?] Vampires where I'm from mate for life. They go around building up family units and justifying it however they can if they still have a conscience.

Might be problematic, is what I'm saying, if this guy really is a vampire and that's true of him, too.