The real monsters
I learnt a long time ago, that in a world full werewolves and wendigoes, where the monsters under your bed aren't the only things you have to worry about, where the children's stories used to scare you are real. These aren't the real monsters. The werewolves eat the hearts to live, they didn't start off wishing to kill but they couldn't keep ignoring the bloodlust and in the end they lost control. The wendigoes are cannibals to live and the only reason they're monsters is because it's humans they eat. If they ate animals it wouldn't be the same but because we make the rules it's us that get to decide what's right and wrong. No it's not the supernatural's that are the monsters they kill and do terrible things because it's they're nature, because they need to live, because they lost control. The real monsters are the righteous fiends, the ones that kill because they think they're better, that they deserve to live because they say so, or the ones that killed because they could because it gave them power and they liked it gave them control. The real monsters are humans. We make rules for the world to follow and then break them because we feel they don't apply to us. We don't need to kill each other to live but some still do they kill because they feel like it and, because we can't bear to think that maybe it's our nature? Maybe we are as much the monsters as the supernatural's are? We call them insane, out of their minds. The supernatural's that are the worst are the ones that are closest to humans that planned what they were going to do and, just because they could, made the suffering of that poor soul worst. The witches that decided to mess with things they didn't understand to get revenge with their hex bags and curses. Even the demons we are taught to fear started off as humans. The people in hell who did bad things and, then grew more twisted as the darkness inside them, the one inside everyone that we ignore, grew and took over. We are the real monsters, but we keep our children innocent and only tell them about the ones under their beds waiting for them to grow up and find out that it's not the space under their beds they should be afraid of. But the dark corners in the world where anyone can hide.
A/N: Right now it's in the point of view of dean, as after the whole mark of cain thing I feel he's the one who can most relate but if anyone has a better idea as to POV or have any other comment on how to improve on it please review.