Hunting with a man like John Winchester was more of a rare honour than anything as he was a hunter known for wanting to hunt on his own or if he felt like it, with his eldest son, Dean Winchester.

Ever since Mary had died on the 2nd of November, 1983, John had wanted nothing more than revenge and in doing so, he discovered the reality of the supernatural and had soon become a notorious hunter in his own right. Currently, he was working on a case and due to your own skills, he had promised you could come along so long as you listened to his orders and if this was your one and only chance to hunt with John then you would take it and listen to what he had to say.

The sound of the 1967 Chevrolet Impala engine purred ever so slightly as John drove it down a road to where the monster had last seen spotted and where several newspapers had recorded various strange incidents that had originally caught John's attention. The Winchester patriarch continued to drive on as she attempted to start a conversation with him so that there would not been an awkward silence.

It was more than obvious that John wanted to do nothing more than focus on the task but he still entertained the idea of having a talk with you "Dean? Oh he's in Nebraska last I heard and Sam's doing his own thing" He mumbled, he hadn't been too keen on his youngest son wanting to step away from the family business but he had been the one to suggest he walk away if he wanted to and Sam had taken that to heart.

Although he did not show it, he did love his sons and he was proud of them but he just could not hide his annoyance when they were being difficult but at least he knew Sam was safe wherever he was at least. The last he heard, Dean was working in Nebraska and had apparently tracked down a werewolf.

Then, the Impala came to a halt to the case's location and John stepped out "C'mon" He ordered before walking to the back of the car, lifting up the trunk and grabbing the weapons needed for whatever was waiting for the two of you inside.

"Stay close".