Dean found where to go an easy choice. The woods could give him cover, sure, but he'd have just as much trouble getting in a shot as the werewolves would have trying to get at him - more, actually, because that was their native territory. The pine? Too obvious. The cabins would have plenty of folks protecting the kids, so he wasn't needed there. Arena - he didn't want them to get that far in. That left one place.

The strawberry fields.

There's less cover, but that meant he'd have plenty of time to line up a shot, nor would his movement be as restricted as in the woods. An added bonus? He'd have a snack right there at his fingertips, in case things got boring. For now, though, he's watching and waiting and checking his gun and extra ammunition stores and rechecking for good measure, occasionally glancing up at the sky.

"New moon," he said to Callie, for the sake of conversation. "Good night to go wolf hunting, don't you think?"