Monsters, they were what hunters killed so that innocent people could live their lives normally not knowing of the true horrors that existed within the world. Hunters like Sam and Dean Winchester were experts at what they did, they knew what to do, what to use against what and they were pretty damn good at their job. There were times however when said monsters were just sometimes innocent people who had been in the wrong place at the wrong time though this was rare.

What was even more rare however was a hunter showing sympathy for them instead of shooting them with silver bullets or cutting their head clean off just because of what they were. Sam Winchester however was one of those few hunters whose sympathy spoke louder than his instincts. Right now, he was sat in the Impala which was being driven by Dean and naturally due to the situation, they were mid argument while all you could do was sit in the back and listen.

Sam's eyes were on Dean who was focusing on driving. "Dean, all I'm saying is they haven't tried to kill us yet. I mean remember those vampires Gordon tried to kill? Or that vampire you were with when you were in Purgatory?" But the moment he brought up Benny, Sam could see Dean cock an eyebrow, he let out a grunt but let Sam try get, what he thought was pointless, point across to him.

Then another example came to mind.

"Or Madison! Y'know, that werewolf?" He reminded his brother.

"You mean the one you had the hots for?" Dean scoffed but it mad him crack a smile despite their last encounter with Madison resulting in her dead as she had become too dangerous.

"Alright then, what about Jack?" He scoffed. Jack was the son of Lucifer and Kelly Kline and even only during his conception, he was seen as a monster due to his father though when he had been born, Sam had come to see him as someone who was just scared unlike Dean who saw him as nothing more than the next thing to hunt. Jack was currently back at the Men of Letters bunker with Castiel, Dean continued the long drive back there.

It was one thing to hear people talking about someone else behind their back but to be the subject of the conversation was a whole new thing entirely. At least you did feel somewhat relaxed at the fact that Sam was more than willing to give you that chance in life that nobody else was bothering to. Five minutes had passed and in those fives minutes, there had been silence which felt both nice but also painful to go through. "Just give them a chance." Sam let out a sigh finally breaking the deafening quiet that was plaguing the classic black 1967 Chevrolet Impala.

"Fine but if things go south..." Came Dean's words, he briefly glanced at Sam before visibly pulling a pistol out of his jacket pocket, his free hand was still on the wheel before he placed the weapon away so that he could drive properly without risking crashing his precious car. After driving for so long, Dean finally parked it inside the garage of the bunker.

He was also the first to get out followed by Sam and lastly you. Sam let out a sigh as he moved over to you. "Don't worry about him, he's just...nervous." He joked.

Dean rolled his eyes at that comment. "No I'm not..." He scoffed at that as he closed the car's doors.

"Jerk." Sam scoffed as Dean walked ahead of him and into the main area of the bunker.

"Bitch." Retorted Dean as you followed the brothers into the library. In the library, Sam once again faced you.

"I wouldn't take what Dean says seriously, he's just worried but I'm willing to bet that you're not like the other creatures out there. I've come across some friendly ones before so I know when things want to kill me and when they just need some help, you're no monster anyway no matter what you think of yourself or what people have said to you if they know."

Those were the kindest words anyone had ever said to you and especially from a hunter. Those words were like a soothing wave of freshness sweeping over you that kept you calm and that kept the negative thoughts at bay, it felt more than good to be able to hear those words be said to you.