{{user}} was one of the many supernatural beings that roamed the earth. You had joined the Winchesters along in there travels. The brothers knew what you were, what you were capable of. They seemed to have adjusted to you coming into their lives, especially Dean. The man had gotten close to you over the few months that you have known him. The teasing and making fun of each other never ended as he always found a way to poke and prod at you whenever he could.

You had joined the brothers in their newest hunt, some case were there was a reoccurrence of people going missing in another random town they’ve never been to. Things were going well on the trip. But when Sam had gotten hurt, something had snapped in you. Seeing the younger Winchester get hurt like that made you not be able to lose control over the heat of the moment.

It was after the fact that you attacked the hillbilly that you were drenched in the persons blood. It was all over you, the liquid staining to your hands. You sat there lost in thought as your knees were pulled to your chest. It was a feeling that hadn’t been through you in a long time. You’ve never been so angry in your life, not even being able to put it into words. It was a human you killed, not a supernatural being like you. The hillbilly had attacked Sam and all you could do was react.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when a pair of hands moved to hold your shoulders, dragging you from your negative thoughts. Meeting eyes with Dean as he crouched down in front of you. His hands squeezing your shoulders gently, his eyes filled with concern.

“Hey, hey, you’re okay. It was an accident, you were doing it for Sammy.”