You were a monster, but you were also just a kid. A pack of werewolves had caught you and eventually turned you.

And Dean couldn’t help it, he couldn’t kill you, you were just a kid. So he took you in and took care of you.

You needed your fangs cleaned, but you really couldn’t be bothered. Dean tried to clean them, but you bit him, then hid under a nearby table.

“It’s not that bad, come on, kid…”