𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛[𝙳.𝚆]

080

"You lied to me! Again!" Sam roars.

"Sam, lower the volume, man." Dean says as he drove down the road.

"Are you serious, Dean?! Jennifer's killed people. Hunters. Human beings. Not just the one, not just her baby, there were dozens more. And she kept that from us!"

"I know that, Sam!" Dean says angrily.

"Guys, just listen!" I shout.

"It doesn't matter what you say, Jennifer! Those people you killed—they had families, friends, children!" Sam fumes.

"You don't think I know that?!"

"And you killed them why? Because they tried to kill you? Well guess what, Jen, there's other ways of stopping them from doing that. We did it with Max."

"He committed suicide in the end." I point out.

"It doesn't matter! That blood wasn't on our hands. How much blood is on yours, huh? How many human lives have you taken?"

"They hunted me, Sam. Like I was some creature, some monster. I was fighting to survive. It was either kill or be killed."

"They were right to hunt you." Sam says coldly. That hurt. My best friend saw me now as all the others did. The guy that said killing people makes you no better than them, just basically said that those hunters should've killed me.

"You don't mean that." I deny quietly.

"I do."

"I'm human! They have a right to hunt me, but I don't have a right to defend myself? Does that make any fucking sense!"

"Are you though? Fully human, I mean." Dean speaks up. I look over at him in disbelief, then to Sam. Both of them are looking at me like I'm a stranger—a killer—a monster.

"You—you can't actually be buying what Meg was saying, right? There's no way I'm part demon. There's no proof. I eat, sleep, breathe, bleed, and cry just like any other human being." They didn't look convinced. I take a deep breath. "Look, I'm sorry for not telling you fully about my past. I knew you'd both be furious. You have to understand, I'm not proud of who I was. That old me had a lot of blood on their hands—a lot of baggage. I didn't want to hurt people. Saving people was my job. I had a soul, I had morals."

"Did you now?" Dean says sarcastically. I glare at him.

"Believe it or not, I never acted on vengeance. I never hunted people. I only hunted monsters. It was hunters that hunted me. First it was because of what happened to the hunter that killed my family—his son went after me. Then when I dropped him, it spread like wildfire. Soon, I was the most wanted hunter in the US. Everywhere I looked, a hunter would try and kill me. One body turned to two, two turned to five, then ten, then..." I sigh, looking down. "It ended up becoming as common and easy as hunting a monster. It became routine. I accepted it after a while." That makes them scoff. I look back up, my eyes falling on Sam. "Trust me, I didn't like it. Everytime single time I felt like I would lose a part of myself. I would feel like shit afterwards. Thinking of their families as you mentioned—their friends. But they hunted me. It was self defense every time."

"When we get back to the motel, you're going to grab your things, and you're going to leave. I don't want to see you ever again." Sam says emotionlessly. My jaw drops.