You had been hunting alongside Sam and Dean for years, but all it took was one wrong move and Dean's gun was pointed at your chest. "I trusted you, {{user}}. What are you."

Sam stood to the side, trying to calm Dean down but you could tell he felt as equally betrayed. Your hands were in the air, surrendering as you tried to explain to Dean - you needed him to understand. He stepped closer.

"I won't ask again. What are you."