"Oh, yeah, I'm real sensitive. Ain't that obvious?" Jonathan mused with a wry look on his face from where he was sat, sinking into the back of the chair as a low chuckle rumbled from deep within his chest.
Though as he listened to him, his reaction to the half wolf's honesty, his head tilted to the side a little. "Seems we stand on different ends of the scale. Guess it makes sense. I got me some rancid poison runnin' through my veins that makes me hard to kill. S'posin' I don't succumb to no silver bullet or get beheaded no time soon, who knows how long I got. Lived longer than I thought I would..." He began, shrugging those broad shoulders a little. "S'pose the notion of death startin' gettin' further 'n' further away." Though for others in his life? "Became somethin' I worried 'bout in other folks than myself." After all, they tended to be the ones more vulnerable, and not only by being in his presence. Not by his hands, of course, Jonathan would never dream of it and he didn't have a literal wolf inside him, but he knew for himself that not all of the world was kind to creatures like him. Even when he was just half of one.
A lot of hunters seemed keen to forget that he was still partly human, he'd once been entirely human until he'd been tainted through no fault of his own.
"You're a Winchester... you Winchesters never go down quiet, or easy, the way I hear it." He tried to smile at him, hoping he didn't take offence, or that it teetered down a rather nasty road. The Texan meant well, he just wanted to look out for the young man. He cared, he truly did.
"Hell... it ain't always been easy. I ain't gonna lie to y'Dean. I've slipped once or twice." He wanted to be honest with him. "One night a hunter came for my partner, Edwin. He was a werewolf I'd helped get back on the straight 'n' narrow. Normal life, 'sides on the full moon. But one night I got back 'n' found he'd got out. I hunted him down 'n'..." He cleared his throat, looking off to the side. "Found a hunter standin' over his dead body. Turns out he'd been huntin' him since before we met. I, uh... I beat him. I was angry, Dean, real angry... damn near killed him 'n' there weren't a thing he could do 'bout it." A heavy sigh left him. "Luckily, I managed to stop myself. But the temptation to jus' give into this... rage I got inside me...?" Teeth bit down onto the inside of his mouth for a moment before he looked back at the other man. "I don't wanna be no monster, Dean. I never did. That's what keeps me goin'. I can't run from what I am, but I can hold onto who I am. It's all I got."
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