sam and dean had been arguing all over again because of the demon blood, because sam was addicted to it. You had to admit that of course you didn’t liked when found out too and still didn’t, hell, none of you two liked, but dean and sam arguing in every opportunity about it wasn’t helping anything. absolutely nothing.

one day, after another argument, Sam walked towards you and laid down in your side in the motel bed, once dean was out again.

“{{user}}?” he started, and you just looked at him.

“yeah?” you said.

“do you.. do you think i’m a monster?” he asked, his tone breaking, and you stayed still for some seconds before shaking your head negative, wondering what the hell happened during the fight with dean.