Derek turns to look at him, swallowing hard as smells Dean's despair. There's absolutely nothing he can say here. Laura is dead and gone, and Derek has absolutely no idea how idea he'd be able to handle something evil being out there wearing his skin. It makes him shiver just to think about.

Words absolutely fail him, so he just reaches out and squeezes Dean's shoulder tightly, wishing there was anything he could do.

Before the moment has time to get awkward, Derek catches a fresh burst of the creature's scent and his eyes glow red as his head whips around towards the stairs. "It's here," he says quietly around his fangs, crouching into a fighting stance just in case.