"Are you always going to be this way?" Fred didn't sound frustrated, just curious. "I understand, sort of. I've never wanted to kill anyone, no one who didn't try to kill me first. And, even then they tended to be demons who didn't speak English or even human, not that that is what you should go by when killing people - not that you should kill people, but human or English profiency shouldn't make someone a person or not."
She blinked and chewed on her lip as she gathered her thoughts and figured out what it was she was trying to say. She might have did a little rocking as she thought.
"Just...I'm not going to break, and I'd prefer you just be who you are than trying to make sure I'm okay. Well, I'd like you to make sure I'm okay, and I appreciate it. But, I'd kind of like you to just treat me normal. Maybe if you treat me normal, I'll know if I like you or not. Because I don't know you. I know Sam Winchesters, all sorts now, but I don't know you. Sure, I may be a little jumpy around you for a bit, but that's to be expected. Even if it was a Sam clone, or alternate reality Sam, or just a guy who looked like you, I'd still be a little jumpy. But, I'm not going to get to know you if you aren't you. And, the other Sams were kind of nice. Well, two out of the three anyway." She gave him a little smile.