Derek wrinkles nose at the term hunter. The word makes him think of Argents and death, the phantom smell of smoke and charred wood. But he does trust that Dean was honorable, and that he never drew first blood. He knows that Dean doesn't hate him just for being a different species.

"An everything hunter, really," Derek says with a shrug. "Where he's from, at least. I'd say he's more of a supernatural expert than I am. I may be a werewolf but I'm fairly certain that vampires didn't even exist where I'm from."

Derek sighs and lifts his chin to meet Oliver's gaze. "I'll see what he suggests. Want me to keep you updated?"