Dean Winchester

Dean huffs, and it's not laughter, but it's close, at least until he sees the look on Derek's face. Christ, he's young. "There's no fair," he says, hands on his knees to catch his breath. "A demon burned my house down when I was five, killed my mom. Killed my dad decades later, then as good as killed my brother. I spent my whole life thinking a demon had to be the worst thing, the most evil thing."

Dean stands, but he doesn't feel much like punching anymore. "But humans are just as bad. Vampires, werewolves, demons, djinn. Nobody's got the monopoly on being a monster."